I could’ve sworn Stormy rolled her eyes and River snickered.
Well, good enough.
I headed toward the bathroom. I stripped, pissed, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth. Feeling vaguely human—although still a little on the tired side—I headed to our bedroom.
To find Noah on the bed—buck naked—and stroking himself.
I arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “I think Soren or Malcolm had put away most of the food already. I ate, put the dishes in the dishwasher, turned it on, and headed up here. We have two bathrooms and—” He ran his hand from his cock, up his magnificent chest, all the way to his cheek.
“You didn’t shave.”
“No way. You’re tired. I want to take care of you.” He patted the bed next to me.
I eased myself in next to him.
He pulled up the covers. “Chilly night.”
“If it’s cold enough to snow, then I’m going to venture that it is, in fact, a cold night.” I grinned. “Kiss me?”
“With pleasure.” He lay on his side, and he moved in for a kiss.
Where I expected carnal and deep, he chose light and passion-filled. Tender and gentle. Our lips touched over and over again. I pulled back. “You’re teasing me.”
“You said you were tired.”
“Notthattired. I’d say I’m nevertootired.”
“Well…we say that at this age. As we get older—”
“Let’s deal with older when we get there. For now—” I grasped the back of his head and yanked him in for a kiss. I was accustomed to his tightly curled hair as I grasped for purchase in it.
He rumbled his approval as I stuck my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues twined as we fought for dominance. He might always be the top—but I gave as good as I got.
After a moment, he shifted so he lay over me. His rock-hard cock brushed mine. “Need you.” He ground out the words.
“You’ll always have me. Uh…lube…?”
He chuckled as he rolled off me and reached for the nightstand.
I shifted to the center of the bed, put a pillow behind my head, and spread my legs. Gently, I moved my very erect cock and soft balls out of his way. He loved prepping me, so doing this felt as natural as breathing.
He crawled between my thighs. “Oh, baby. I’ll never get tired of this view.”
“Well, good thing you’ll never have to.” I held his gaze, even as he slathered lube onto his fingers.
He cocked his head.
I nodded eagerly.
He circled my rim and then slowly sank one finger inside me.
We’d done this well over a hundred times since we’d become lovers. The transition from friends to lovers hadn’t been an easy one. Nope, a bit of a rocky road. But thanks to well-intentioned friends—Soren and Malcolm in particular—and nosy parental figures, yes, Miss Esmeralda, we’d found or way to each other. Marriage had been a natural next stage in the evolution of our love for each other.
He added a second finger.
I grinned.
