Page 69 of Bound By Words

Connecticut

My head spun as I gasped, yanking my lips from Kelly’s and taking a hesitant step away from her. She was driving me insane. Every little thing she did either infuriated me or made me so fucking horny I was almost worried I’d revert to my teen years, walking around with a perpetual hard-on. Which, for a male pushing forty without the aid of pharmaceuticals, was impressive.

Emory had bemoaned latent recovery time or a decrease in firmness enough to know this wasn’t normal. I knew he used cock rings to alleviate some of his issues, but apparently, all I needed was being secluded in the woods with Kelly to achieve raging wood in my pants, but the only thing I wanted to split was her legs.

“Do you want me to help with this?” Kelly whispered as her hand wandered down my shirt and grasped me through the damp denim of my jeans.

Despite wearing a coat, I’d gotten soaked when the wind picked up again as I ran to and from the garage, bringing in the light and batteries, my small generator, a space heater, propane stove, and some dry firewood. The temperature was still brutally cold outside, and with the storm knocking out the power, we would both have to stay close to the fireplace tonight to stay warm.

Kelly shivered against my chest, and as much as I wanted to see how she planned on taking care of the situation in my pants—the vivid memory of her mouth wrapped around my cock as she leaned over my lap in the Bronco running through my consciousness like a movie—we were on a time crunch. We needed to change into warm clothes, gather all the blankets we could find, and get the fire going before the temperature inside the house dropped any further.

The storm was starting to shift fully to sleet, and I knew we’d likely get a coating of ice and several inches of snow if the radar map predictions on my phone held.

We were fine without the power overnight, but we knew if the temperatures continued to stay low, we had to keep each other and the house warm to prevent some costly outcomes.

I highly doubted that Evan and Chase wanted to come home from their honeymoon to a flooded house because one of their pipes burst. And I knew he’d kill me if I let his sister get hypothermia.

Grasping her hand, I pulled it to my lips, kissing her palm, before I tilted her face with my fingers on her chin.

“As much as I’m sure we’d both enjoy it, you’re cold, I’m wet, and we need to start a fire. And we need to hurry before it gets much colder in here. I can already feel the temperature dropping with the furnace off.”

“Ugh. Adulting is such a cockblock,” she groaned, and I tried to stifle a laugh, but she wasn’t wrong. Adulting was a cockblock.

“It is. But we have to do it anyway. Come on, sunshine.”

“Fine,” she muttered, reaching down to pull her leggings back on. I retrieved her phone from the floor, handing it to her before I put the vibrator back into the box and tucked it on the shelf again.

As I turned to leave the closet, she called my name.

“Hey, Nathan?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not the only one who’s wet,” she giggled.

Shaking my head, I turned away from her and adjusted my pants, trying not to engage in the flirting—or recall the events that had gotten her that wet. At least for the moment.

“And my list is done…”

Well, our night was about to get a lot more interesting. I stopped in the doorway, watching as she tried to tame her messy hair. She looked freshly fucked, and while my tongue and fingers had gotten the right to make her look like that, my cock was aching to take things further. “Meet me in the living room. I need to go back out to the garage for a few minutes.”

“I’ll keep looking for candles or something,” she offered, nodding toward the bathroom.

Quickly crossing the room and wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her toward me, kissing her roughly before I stepped away. “Be right back.”

Jogging down the hallway to the front door, adjusting the uncomfortable situation in my pants, I grabbed my coat from the hook and braced myself for the cold. It was rare for the temperature to plummet this late into the spring, but it wasn’t unheard of.

At least we’d been able to make the trip into town to get a few more days’ worth of food. We might not return to town for a while, depending on how much ice accumulated.

The wind whipped my hair as the sleet pelted the back of my head. I stuck to the gravel at the side of the driveway, not wanting to risk hitting a patch of ice. The last thing we needed was me breaking a limb out here.

“Fuck.” I shivered as I ducked inside the garage’s side door, shaking my arms before I pulled open the trailer door. I grabbed the envelope I’d shoved my printed-out list inside and something I’d snuck out here to prepare after Talia had emailed it to me yesterday.

Placing the cards and envelope inside the bottom of my duffel bag, I grabbed dry clothes, a few extra pairs of socks, the rope I’d bought at the hardware store, and the contents of the package Talia had express shipped me. Now that Kelly had finished her list, the real fun could begin.

I had the perfect way to fill our time as we waited out the storm.

When I entered the house, securely locking the door and ensuring the front windows were sealed tightly, Kelly was humming in the kitchen. I had a feeling she had a fantastic singing voice, but I had to admit, the only music I wanted to escape those lips was the sound of her moaning her way through another orgasm.

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