Straightening from the doorway, I yank my shirt over my head as I’m kicking off my Dunks and sliding my joggers and boxers down my legs. I’m already hard in anticipation. I step through the sliding doors and reach for her.
She snakes her heated arms around me, molding herself to me.
“Hi, beautiful girl.” I kiss her wet lips, sucking on them slightly until she opens and presses her tongue against mine.
She quickly sweeps in and out, closing her lips again on mine. “Hi, beautiful boyfriend.”
“I missed you, Ever.” I peck her lips again.
“Yeah? How much?” Her smoky eyes grow dark like a thunderstorm.
I don’t answer her with words. Instead, I curl my fingers around her thigh and lift her leg, placing her foot on the tiled seat. Taking her hands, I lace our fingers and pin her arms to the shower wall above her head and drive into her without warm-up or warning.
“Augh.”
The cry that rips from deep in her chest gives me pause. I freeze for a moment. Did I hurt her?
She presses into me. “Don’t stop, Julie.”
So I don’t. I swivel my hips and thrust into her again. As I drive into her, she bears down on me in a fevered rhythm that rivals the heat ofthe shower. When I feel her muscles tighten, her walls squeezing me, I don’t stop. Her eyes are shut, her breaths labored and still I plunge. I’m close. I know she is too.
“Fuck, I missed you. I want you to come, Ever. I’m so close. Are you close?” I’ve never come before her. I reach between us and use my thumb on the bundle of nerves.
“Yessss.” The pressure drags the word from her throat. Her free hand grips my neck; her nails dig into my skin.
“Good girl. Come for me, Ever.” Her walls convulse around me as I still my thumb, pressing it hard against her pulsing clit. With one last thrust, I come so hard I brace myself with my arm outstretched, palm flat against the tile wall.
Once the convulsions stop, hers and mine, I bury my face in her neck and rain kisses behind her ear and along her jaw until I capture her lips. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me instantly, and kiss her until we’re both breathing hard.Did we ever stop?
Panting as our lips separate, Ever giggles breathlessly. “Wow, I guess you did miss me.”
“Yeah, sassy girl, I did.” I squeeze her ass playfully as I release her, snag a loofah off the hook, pump a blob of body wash onto it and begin rubbing it on her arm to create a lather.
Taking it from me, she says, “Me too,” and begins soaping my chest and torso. “And I’m already showered so . . .” She trails off and continues spreading the suds over my body.
I turn and let her cover my back. Her slippery hands on me feel too fucking good. I reach up and rub the bubbles covering the tattoo on my chest. Whatever I did to deserve her, I don’t take it for granted. She’s beyond what I ever hoped to have in this life.
When we’re drying off, Ever says she has a surprise for me. My heartbeat trips and thuds a little quicker. I’m not sure I’ll ever like surprises. But I smile and raise my eyebrows askance.
She takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom and begins throwing on her oldest softest sweats. “Just throw on something cozy. It’s in the garage.”
My heartbeat doesn’t calm down as I pull on my baggiest joggers I wear for lounging around and a T-shirt from a drawer without caring which one.
She twists her hair up into a wet knot on her head and grabs my hand to lead me downstairs.
As soon as she opens the garage door off the laundry room, I hear the little mewling sounds coming from the laundry basket. Her angelic smile spreads as she tracks my expression. The thudding slows and a smile takes over my face. Anything that can make my girl’s eyes shine like that is okay with me. Apparently, it’s three somethings. One orange, one gray and one “everything.”
“I found them just off the trail when I went for a run today. There was no momma that I could find. Just them. I couldn’t leave them out there to get eaten by the CCS.” She pleads her case while I laugh at her remembering our nickname for the “crazy country shit” that might incidentally eat kittens in Blue Lake—coyotes, mountain lions, and hawks to name a few.
“Okay.” I look at her beaming face and tuck a fallen wet strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay? We can keep them?” Her smile creases the corners of her eyes that have gone almost opaque in her excitement.
“What if we keep them at Brew?” We need barn cats to help keep rodents out of the storage garage.
“So, garage cats?” She looks worried.
I nod in answer. “It’s a thing out here. Another aspect of the CCS. Barn cats keep the rodent population down, which keeps the snake population at bay. Let’s call it the Blue Lake circle of life.”
