Page 26 of Secrets Within Us

The snow had stopped a few days ago; I knew the roads were being cleared, though we still had heard no plows or traffic, but I didn’t know if I ever would, as I still hadn’t seen the road from the cabin. My free time was quickly ending, and I wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. I craved Kip’s touch and the snippets of himself he let me see from time to time like I craved the heat within his home and bed.

The sun was falling out of the sky quickly as evening approached, and Kip and Dev would be returning soon. It was my favorite time of day. I had dinner cooked and kept warm in the oven when he walked in, shaking the cold off of him as he did. When his eyes found me sitting in his armchair with a book in my lap, a small, satisfied smile graced his face.

“That chair looks good on you.”

I smiled at the sentiment and slowly stood up, “Dinner is ready and waiting for you if you want to eat now or shower first.”

“You cooked?” He asked, surprised. I hadn’t made anything since breakfast a few days ago. He had everything prepped and ready to go in the morning each day, so I hadn’t felt comfortable stepping in, but today I took the lead.

“I did, I hope you like vegan vegetable soup with a side of tofu.” I worked hard

maintaining my composure, but when I got a look at the disbelief that crossed his face as he listened, I quickly lost the battle and smiled, giving myself away.

Relief crossed his face a second before a mischievous look took its place. “I knew I didn’t have any of that crap, but you almost got me.”

“I sure tried.” Stepping forward, he smiled back at me and softly wrapped his hands around my waist, drawing me into his chest. “I made baked ziti and garlic bread. Simple but filling. And for dessert, I made chocolate pudding using a box I found in your cupboard, so I can’t be held responsible for the taste.”

“It all sounds almost as good as you do.” He said as he leaned down into my neck and inhaled as he held me. He loved having his face buried there with his lips on the sensitive skin.

“Mmh” was all I could manage as I held onto him.

“Shower with me. I’ll wash your back and you can wash mine.” He said.

It didn’t bother me he didn’t ask me to; I knew if I had protested, he would have let me. But there wasn’t a single reason on this earth to keep me out of his shower with him, so I nodded my acceptance as he picked me up under my thighs and carried me into the spacious bathroom. He set me on the counter as he stepped back, stripped off his shirts, and unbuckled his belt and jeans before stepping over to the stone shower, turning it on and letting it warm up.

I sat on my perch and enjoyed the show as he moved around, getting towels and toiletries ready. His body was so muscular and toned, watching them ripple under the black and grey ink on his skin was sinful and I couldn’t look away. When he reached back into the shower to check the temperature, I read a bit of script along his ribs on the left side of his chest.

Improvise, adapt, and overcome.

He turned back around quickly, and I tried to hide that I was looking at the words. I didn’t know why I felt like a voyeur when deciphering his tattoos, but it felt personal, and I didn’t feel like we were on a personal level. Although he had been inside of my body multiple times, matters of the heart and head were very different.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he walked back over to me.

A serious look in his eyes told me I was reacting to the tattoo more than I wanted to be. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought that saying was military.

Another snippet into the life of Kip. Was he military? Past or present? He fit the look of a soldier in most ways. Strong, stern, and serious.

He most definitely had some military background.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied, letting the tension roll out of my shoulders as I smiled back up at him.

“Good, because the water is perfect and so are you, so I need to get you naked and in

the shower before I embarrass myself here on the tile floor.”

With a devilish chuckle, he assisted me in removing my shirt and unclasping my bra. I watched his eyes as he did, feeling them cascade down my chest to my breasts. I could feel his gaze as I watched him. It was nearly as pleasurable as his physical touch. “Embarrass yourself like you did in your boxers the first time you made me come?” I asked as I leaned forward, pressing my hard nipples to the coarse hair on his chest.

“Hilarious. I can’t help how attracted I am to you.” He said as he reached up and allowed the back of his fingers to trace down from my collarbones to my aching nipples.

Once again, I couldn’t speak, so I resorted to moaning and leaning into his touch.

He dropped his pants and lifted me to slide mine down my legs, leaving us both naked and panting before he lifted me again and carried me into the shower.

He was gentle and caring as he slid into my still healing body. I gasped as I struggled to take his girth and size, but soon I was riding him back with just as much vigor and passion as my body accommodated him. He knew my body so well already; he had me on the edge of a climax soon and then tipping over the edge into ecstasy, following soon after.

We stood in the hot steam of the water, in sated silence, as he washed my hair. His talented fingers scrubbed my scalp and down my neck, easing tense muscles.

“Hmm.” I hummed and let my body lean back into his. “You could trick me into thinking you knew what you were doing back there.”

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