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When we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he lets his body fall forward onto mine. Still, he’s careful not to rest all his weight on me. After a few minutes, he rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m nestled into his side, a leg thrown over top of his.
“Matilda?” He strokes the back of my hair with his hand, and it’s soothing, relaxing.
“Hmmm,” I answer sleepily.
“That didn’t fix it either. I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about doing this with you again.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, it didn’t fix it for me either.”
“I guess we’ll have to try again…”
CHAPTER 22
Henry
I should be exhausted since Matilda and I were up so late, especially since we expended a ton of energy. Yet I’m awake at four forty-five a.m., and I’m energized. I’m not a man whore, but I’m also not a priest, so at almost thirty-five, I’m no stranger to sex. Yet last night was hands down the best sex of my life, by far. Yeah, physically it was spectacular, but I swear an incredible amount of tension has been released from me as well. I don’t want to spend too much time dwelling on the ‘why’ of all that.
Since I didn’t think she’d mind, I brewed a pot of coffee in Matilda’s kitchen, then grabbed a blanket off her couch and came out here to the porch. It’s been unseasonably warm weather for December, but it’s still nippy out. I turn on the propane porch heater she has near the swing, then take a seat. With the blanket over my legs, I sip the coffee while I stare out at the black sky dotted with stars, and the crescent moon is gorgeous. Somewhere off in the distance, a barred owl calls.
Though I worry about Matilda being out here far from anyone, I can see why she loves it. I always thought I’d never find land I love as much as the one my cabin is on, but her place ispretty close up there. Her house pushes it over the top, though. I love this farmhouse. As a carpenter, the craftsmanship and attention to both detail and quality make it a gem.
The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind of activity in my brain. I wasn’t lying when I told Tillie yesterday that I’d never been jealous before seeing Jake trying to stake some claim to her. Hell, I wasn’t jealous even when Jeana disappeared one evening soon after Lena was born, and I found her drinking in a bar, way too cozy with another man. I was pissed. Furious, but not jealous. What does it mean that I felt that way over Tillie?
Then that kiss at the pie party. Jesus. It took all my willpower not to take her right then and there. When my mom asked if she could take the girls last night, there wasno question in my mind thatI wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming over here. God, I’m glad I did.
A squeaking sound draws my attention, and I turn to see Tillie coming out, all wrapped up in a fuzzy robe. She looks damn adorable, and she’s carrying a cup of coffee, so she must be planning on staying up.
“Hey.”
“Hey, back.”
“Do you need more coffee or yours reheated before I sit down?”
I glance down into my cup, surprised it’s almost empty.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I can get it.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re all bundled. Here, hold mine and I’ll go refill yours.” We exchange cups, and she disappears back into the house.
I’m happy things aren’t awkward this morning. I like Tillie and don’t want to mess up this friendship. How I’m going to go back to non-physical with her after last night is beyond me. That’s going to require a hell of a lot of strength I’m not sure I have.
When she comes back outside, we exchange mugs, and she climbs up next to me on the swing. Then she scoots close.
“Share the blanket?” I lift the edge, and she covers her legs. Then she grabs the wrist nearest her, lifts my arm, and scoots under it until she’s nestled into my side. I chuckle.
Usually, I’m not a cuddler unless it’s one of my girls, but I don’t mind this morning. In fact, I find I like it.
“Don’t think it means anything. It’s cold out, and you know, the whole body heat thing…” There’s sass in her tone, but no bite.
“I’m pretty sure for the body heat thing, you’re supposed to be skin to skin. Are you asking me to get naked with you again, tiger?”
She releases an exaggerated snicker. “Ew, no. I could barely stomach it last night. Had to keep my eyes closed the whole time.”
“Oh, yeah? Because I’m pretty sure your eyes were open wide enough, they were about to pop out of the sockets when you saw how big my cock is and?—”
“Nah, I was only trying to help your confidence level. Felt sorry for you with how wee the thing is.”
“Matilda,” I growl. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to speak ill of a man’s dick?”
