“Hey, lovebirds. I can still see you.”
Sam replies, “Then head on home, Liam, or you might see more than you want.”
“See you in the morning, cousin. Bye Charlie!”
Sam chuckles low in my ear as Liam’s tractor rumbles away, the snow crunching beneath its heavy tires until the sound fades into the hush of the open field.
“Little shit always has to get the last word,” he mutters, but there’s affection in his voice.
I stay where I am, settled on his lap, my back pressed to his chest, both of us tucked in the narrow space of the cab. His arms come around me fully now, not just to hold, but to keep. Like he needs the contact.
“You really missed me?” I ask softly, turning just enough to see his face.
He nods, brushing his nose along my temple. “More than I should’ve in half a day.”
I smile, resting my head against him. “Same.”
For a moment, the cab goes quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the engine idling and the occasional creak of the tractor settling under its own weight. The snow sparkles outside, sunlight catching on every icy branch like it’s trying to hold on to the magic for just a little longer.
“I like this,” I say quietly. “Just you. Just me. No pressure. No pretending.”
His hand finds mine again, fingers lacing easily. “Then let’s keep it like that.”
I nod. “Even when we go back?”
His jaw tics slightly, but he presses a kiss to my shoulder, like a promise. “Even then.”
The weight of it settles between us. What “back” might mean, what the world expects once we’re no longer snowbound. But right now? It’s just this. Just the warmth of him, the soft ache of still wanting more, and the comfort of not having to run from it anymore.
He shifts beneath me, his breath warm at my ear. “We should head back before Phern sends out a search party.”
“Mm. Let her wait a minute,” I murmur, tilting my head to kiss him again. Just a taste. Just enough to remind both of us that what we found here is real.
“Keep doing that and my body’s going to get ideas, and I know you need to recover.”
I snort. “True. But there are other things we can do.”
“Oh? I’m all ears, darlin’.”
I hold up my hand, ticking off fingers. “Blow job. You go down on me. Titty fucking.”
“Titty fucking?” His eyebrows shoot up. “Holy hell.”
I laugh. “My point is that we have options.”
He hums low, the sound vibrating against my back. “You really just threw out ‘titty fucking’ like you were listing groceries.”
“I mean…” I grin, tilting my head to look at him. “It’s a classic for a reason.”
His hands flex on my thighs, holding me in place on his lap like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.
“Fuck, Charlie. You’re gonna get us stuck in this damn tractor for an hour if you keep talking like that.”
I shift just enough to press back into him, not-so-innocently brushing over where he’s already growing hard beneath me. “Is that a challenge?”
His breath hitches, grip tightening.
“Keep doing that and you’re gonna find out real quick how serious I am.”
