Page 17 of Merry With A Milkman

I bat my eyes at him. “Maybe.”

“Then we both need a little recovery. I have something that might help.”

Hoping for I don’t know what, I sit up. “What.”

He bends then straighten holding the glass candy cane.

Sharp disappointment settles in my belly. “What’s that for? I’d rather not get out the toys tonight. I only… only want you.”

“And me you shall have. This will help with recovery. Lay back.”

I give him a doubtful look.

“Trust me, honey. Lay back.” I do as he asks and he drags the end of the cane over my thigh.

“Yikes. That’s cold.”

“It was in the freezer. The cold will ease your muscles here.” He lays the glass along the area where my leg meets my groin. It does feel good. “And here.” The curve of the cane rests against my inner folds.

I sigh and hold it in place with my hand over his. “How did it get in the freezer?”

He ducks his head. “I put it in there the night you asked me to destroy your v-card. Sex uses muscles differently than we’re accustomed to so I thought the possible relief was a good idea.”

“A good idea. Yes.” I yawn. “Sorry.”

“Scootch over.” He lays next to me, spooning my body against his while holding the candy cane in place. Then he tugs the blanket over us and cocoons us together. My fuzzy brain wonders what kind of metamorphosis we might experience. I already feel changed. Not really from the sex, but by the love I feel for the man who gave himself so freely to me.

Rhone kisses my hair. “Sleep for a little bit, sweetness. When you wake up, we’ll have Chinese then see where we feel like going from there.”

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Rhone

Tegan sleeps in my arms for about an hour. My body is relaxed, for the most part. My thoughts ride a wild surge of possibilities, both personal and professional. And every single one of them center around Tegan. When she moves restlessly, I tuck her closer to my body and stroke her side until she calms.

She gave me the most precious gift and I’m damn sure I gave her what she wanted. I hope to god this wasn’t just a one off good time. That now that she’s no longer technically a virgin, she won’t be done with me. That I won’t have outlived my usefulness. Because I will never be done with this woman. She’s mine. Now and forever.

I love her.

Three simple words hold a lifetime of possibilities. Or of pain should she not want me.

The mental whine makes me roll my eyes at myself. Tegan is honest and open. I know she cares for me, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I’m where I want to be. Where she wants me to be.

She mumbles and shifts. Her muscles tighten. She shakes her head and reaches out her free arm. Lifting my head I watch the rapid movement behind her closed eyelids. She’s dreaming. “No,” she cries out and her eyes pop open.

“It’s okay, Tegan. You’re safe, honey,” I whisper and stroke a strand of hair back from her face.

For a moment she’s confused, then her eyes clear and she eases to her back and, biting her lower lip, stares at me. “I… I dreamed you were gone. I looked everywhere for you. You were gone. Rhone… it frightened me.”

“I’m right here, sweetness. No plans on going anywhere. I’m here.” The fear remains in her eyes. “Tegan, I’m going to kiss you. This kiss is my promise. I’m not going anywhere you can’t find me.”

“Okay?”

First I tease her lips with barely there kisses, slowly easing to more pressure, more contact. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her hands smooth over my skin, exploring my back and sides. This isn’t going to end with just kisses.

Leaving the heat of her mouth, I plump one of her breasts and feast on her nipple. Then move to the other while tracing patterns on her soft belly with my fingers. She stops my hand. “Rhone, can we fu… fu… have sex again?”

I drag my tongue up her neck then look into her desire dark eyes. “Have trouble saying the word fuck?”

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