Page 77 of The Sorcerer's Thief
It’s late, a beautiful night, with clear skies and stars sparkling as we walk along the sandy road past the first farm and take a left.
“No,” says Cricket. “You didn’t.”
“Yes, young man. We finished the repairs last month. It’s been waiting for you ever since.”
Cricket clings to my arm, emotions spilling over. He sniffles and wipes his face on my shoulder.
The house is sage green with white shutters and trim and porches on both sides. Fresh paint. New roof. A small garden is tilled in the front. An old swing set has become a makeshift banner holder for a hand-painted sign that reads “Welcome Home, Cricket!”
He’s frozen at my side. “This was our house before…well, before. When I left, it was in disrepair. Practically unlivable.”
“It’s all ready for you inside too,” says Jopson. “Provisions, fresh bedding, new rugs and curtains. Holly sewed them for you. Everything you need. Maybe you’ll stay put for a while this time, eh?”
Cricket glances up at me, big brown eyes getting wetter by the second. “Yeah?”
“Yes, if you like. Absolutely.”
His grin says that’s the answer he wanted to hear, which is good because it came straight from my heart.
“Yes, Jopson, thank you. Maybe we’ll stay put for a while, indeed.”
Chapter 27
Cricket
Two glorious, beautiful, happy days pass before we remember that we forgot the coin.
“I didn’t take it. I gave it to you.”
“I set it on the bedside table at Roslyn’s,” says Julian.
“When we went back for our things, I saw it there and left it for you to pack.”
“And I left it for you to pack.”
We stare at each other. Julian cracks first, and then we’re both laughing like hyena pups.
We talk at once.
“Does it matter?”
“Should we warn them?”
And we shake our heads at once too. “No, let Roslyn have an adventure. Or Flora or Hatty, maybe. Whoever finds it.”
“Agreed.”
That settled, we get back to the matter at hand, or, erm,handsas it were. His on my naked ass and mine on his generously oiled cock, as nature intended.
We’re on the floor in our living room, on a thick green rug, because we couldn’t make it from the kitchen all the way to the bedroom seven steps away. Even seven steps are too far when we’re in the mood. Which is often.
Very often.
Parts of me might be a little raw, but I can’t bring myself to care. We have the privacy of walls surrounding us, a roof to keep us sheltered, a home where we can be comfortable. And we have been making the absolute most of it.
As I’m hopeful we shall continue to do for many years to come.
I push him flat onto his back and straddle his thighs, bringing our cocks together. He adds his hand around mine, and we find a good rhythm.
