I was so deep in there, trying to reach the last few chicken breasts, that my legs were kicking up in the air behind me.
“Almost…” I huffed as I inched my fingers closer to the elusive packets tucked away in the far corner. I’d almost managed to reach them when a strong hand curled into the back of my shirt and hauled me out of the freezer.
“Hey!” I complained, pouting up at Jay as he reached into the chest and easily scooped up the last pieces of chicken.
Wordlessly, he handed them to me and shut the lid before gesturing for me to lead the way back upstairs.
“I almost had them, you know,” I grumbled, and Jay’s lip twitched in amusement.
“Yeah, but I think your mother was hoping to eattoday,” he replied dryly.
“Was that adig?”I gasped in mock offense as we entered the main floor, and his eyes flashed with mild amusement.
“I would never dream of making a dig at you, sweet boy,” he hummed, leaning down and leaving a hot, wet kiss on the side of my neck.
He nipped me gently, and I shivered under the brief swipe of his tongue as he passed it over the love bite he’d just given me.
He gave me one of his small, reserved smiles before brushing past me to get back to the pile of vegetables he’d been washing in the sink before he’d come to find me.
Slowly, he’d been starting to become more accustomed to small displays of affection like that.
He didn’t just wait for me to touch him first anymore. Gradually, he’d started kissing me softly on the head in passing, or lacing his fingers through mine while we watched movies together on the couch.
Recently, I’d been pushing him to play Stardew with me again, and he’d taken to settling me between his legs while I played and just holding me, like I was something precious he never wanted to let go.
With each passing day, we were getting closer to what we’d been before his evil godfather had ripped us apart.
During the day, he was still somewhat reserved and unsure around me, despite the fact that I did my best to encourage him every time he clearly wanted or needed affection.
But at night… At night, he didn’t hold back.
As soon as we were alone together and the door was closed, he was like a starved animal, and I couldn’t honestly say I was any better.
My ass was almost constantly sore from how often we fucked, and despite knowing I should give my body a break at some point, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I wanted him inside meallthe time.
It was like we both wanted desperately to make up for the two years we’d been unable to lose ourselves in each other.
Jay had fucked me every way a man could possibly get fucked, and I was still needy for more. It was more than just the physical need to rut against each other. Every time he filled me, I was overcome with this deep burning feeling of pureecstasythat I’d only ever felt with him.
He filled up a part of me that felt like it might have been empty and waiting for him my whole life, and now that I finally had him, I never wanted to let him go.
Looking down at the two last pieces of chicken, I wondered what he planned to do now that we were more or less free, and his mind was finally beginning to heal.
“We should go into town and stock up on more protein,” Jay said absently as he twisted the greens off some juicy red radishes. “And we should start pickling and canning some stuff to get us through the winter. It’s going to get too cold in a few weeks to keep up with the patch. We’ll only be able to use what’s in the greenhouse.”
I perked up at that, smiling at the fact that it was almost like he’d read my mind.
“So… you want to stay here a while longer, then?” I asked, setting the chicken breast down on the counter and leaning my hip on it to face him.
He glanced over at me, his brow furrowing in concern.
“That was my plan. Why? Do you not want to stay here?”
“I didn’t say that, I was just curious about what you wanted to do. Do you want to stay here indefinitely? Or do you ever see yourself going back?”
His expression darkened, and he dropped the radish, turning to face me more head-on.
