Page 105 of Full Mountie

He laughs. I think that’s a yes. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Because I think lube is a fantastic present,” she says pertly as she scampers ahead of us.

He’d already unloaded a lot of groceries into the fridge, so it doesn’t take long to get the rest stowed away.

“Mmm, did you get a cherry pie?” Beth makes a groan in the back of her throat that makes me hard.

“You like?”

“Cherry is the pinnacle of pie, so yes, I like. Good job.”

“Would you like some now?”

She shakes her head. “Later.” Her cheeks turn pink. “We should work up an appetite first. Unlessyouwant pie now?”

And we’re done in the kitchen. I pick her up and toss her, shrieking, over my shoulder. “We want you now, since that wasn’t clear. Questioning our priorities…”

“I’m not,” she cries out, laughing as I carry her into the bedroom. I dump her on the bed and she grabs her present again. “But Hugh made me wait, so I wasn’t sure. Can I open this now?”

I turn around to ask Hugh, and he’s right there. He bumps into me, softly, his chest brushing mine. “Very soon,” he says to Beth but his attention doesn’t leave my face. “But first I want you to put on some music.”

“What are you doing?” I ask him, my gaze caught on the curve of his mouth.

“We didn’t get a chance to dance earlier.”

Behind me, Beth makes an approving sound. “Yes, dance. I downloaded the Spirit of the West album with that song we danced to on it…” She scoots around me and darts into the living room, returning with her phone in one hand, and a decorative ceramic bowl in the other. “Want to see a magic trick?”

She selects a song I recognize, “Slow Learner”, then puts her phone in the bowl, and the sound amplifies enough to fill the room.

“Excellent trick,” Hugh says, catching her and drawing her against us. He kisses her hard on the mouth. “Good girls get presents. Go investigate.”

She squeaks and he pats her on the bottom, then holds his hands out to me.

“It’s been a while,” I say, trying to remember how we did this, but as soon as he sets his hand on my hip, I remember.

Ten years disappears in a flash.

“Of course I’m going to lead.”

“But I’m taller.”

“Uh huh. Whatever. I’m in charge.”

“I don’t know how to follow.”

He smirked. “Sure you do.”

He’d been right then, and it’s still true now. With a shift of his weight, his left thigh presses into mine, and I step back, making room for him to move forward. Brush, press, hold. Step, step, slow. His body is hard and warm as he fits us together, legs and hips. Cocks, hardening behind denim. Chests and arms.

But it all comes back to the sway of our hips, and the footwork that keeps brushing our dicks together.

Slow learner.

It’s a strangely fitting song. Nothing slow about how we learned to dance together. We fit from the very beginning. But the rest of this has been a decade in the making.

I mouth the lyrics at him as he spins me around. His hands crawl up my body, pressing and twisting me against him, until the song ends and his hands are on my neck, the back of my head, and he’s kissing me.

Hugh always takes my mouth hard, but this is different. It’s fierce possession and I give myself to him without hesitation. He kisses me until my thighs burn and my head is cloudy with want.

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