Protests died on my lips as he cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between his fingers, then began to knead and pinch them until I’d nearly forgotten all about his previous antics.
“Pru mine,” he purred in my ear, then nipped my ear lobe. “Smell like Cy. All know Pru Cy’s.”
“We both know I’m just going to wash it off,” I pointed out. I loved me a good, hot shower at the end of a long day.
“Not if-”
It was a struggle, but I managed to reach around him to clap a hand over his mouth. “Do not even finish that sentence. I will leave you out in the cold to die.”
“We shower,” he grunted out into my fingers.
Thinking about it for a minute, I gave a slow nod. “That’s an acceptable option.”
Cy grinned into my fingers, then purred as he nuzzled them.
All I could think as I struggled to comprehend much beside the fact I enjoyed being in this woolly man’s company far more than I probably should waswhat the hell have I just signed up for?
According to the news report later that day, after we’d showered, he’d painted a mess on me yet again because he’s a weird, possessive ass, and then enticed me to ride his face so I too had claimed him, then scrubbed the couch and even packed a bit more of the living room up, we were in for about a week of winter wonderland, snowed in together fun.
And itwasfun.
Cy was pretty easy to get along with when it was just the two of us— and if we weren’t eating, showering, or trying to work our way through some packing chore or another, we were screwing each other’s everloving brains out.
He was comforting when I carefully wrapped Mom and Dad’s knickknacks, family pictures, photo albums, and promptlystarted crying. I don’t know how he managed to do it but he even got me to talk about it, to the point I probably divulged too much, embarrassingly so looking back on it now.
It was nearing the end of the week. I was dreading the first break in this crazy winter storm. We hadn’t really talked about where we’d go from here, where to next.
“No more,” I muttered around my last bite of food as we shared a plate. “I’m full. I can’t eat anymore, I’ll pop.”
Cy shrugged and ate the bite he’d been holding out for me.
My toes wiggled, snug in another pair of Dad’s socks, my legs, equally as snug in the lined leggings I never really wore but he’d laid out for me from my still hidden clothes stash that he’d wrestled me into, were draped over his lap on the couch as he force fed me eggs, country potatoes, and bacon until I flat out refused another bite.
Polishing off our shared plate, set on my legs so he had a hand free to smooth over my knee while one of several of my all time favorite movies about an oversized lizard running amok played out on the TV.
“Do you think he’s lonely?” I asked as my gaze strayed from my sex freak snow buddy love monkey to the movie.
“My Pru lonely?” he returned.
Squirming as shit got serious all of the sudden, I hesitated to answer.
“Feel lonely now?” he rephrased the question.
“Kinda hard to feel lonely when I can’t even take a shower by myself anymore,” I pointed out with a teasing smile twisting my lips.
Cy’s smile was just shy of a smirk.
“I draw the line at anything else bathroom related.” The look I gave him brooked no argument. “If we’re going to ride out this storm together, youwillat least give me that.”
“Cy not go nowhere.” He tossed it out there so casually.
I so badly wanted to believe him.
Staring at him, admiring the stubborn fierceness that is Cypress the pain in the ass Tree, I opened my mouth to respond to his statement, press him to elaborate, as a thought occurred to me, something I really should have spoken with him about much sooner. “I’m not on anything.”
“Not smell like it.” Cy let out a grunt, dismissed my words, and focused back on the bread he was using to mop up egg yolk off the plate.
“Not what I mean, fuzzy buns.” Clapping a hand to my forehead, I went to sit up but his hand on my knee clamped down, he stopped mid chew, and he turned my way with such a look of utter confusion I nearly laughed. “Birth control. I’m not on any kind of birth control. We’ve been doing the Hokey Pokey without a hat. A lot.”
