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“Kiss me,” I murmur as I pull him to my lips. My taste still in his mouth makes my fingers grip his neck tighter. “You’re everything to me, counsellor. Never doubt that,” I whisper across his lips.
His shaky sigh caresses my skin, and I wish I could stay like this with him forever.
“Never, doll. Never.” Gabe’s warm gaze searches mine and I hope he sees that I’ll never do him wrong again.
seventeen
Gabe
For two full days, Hunter worked around the clock clearing snow.
First, he dug us out, and then the barn. Then he showed me how to feed the horses and make sure their water doesn’t freeze and said he’d be back late. Stupidly, I let him go alone, not realizing he was visiting farms in the area with older couples who might need help after the snow. If I’d known that, I would have gone with him to help, too.
Our road is long and rural. With storms like these, Hunter said, it takes several days sometimes for plows to get this far. After pulling out my car and cleaning the driveway, he made his first non-negotiable rule as a husband.
“You’re getting something bigger, with 4x4 capabilities to drive in the winter, Gabe. I don’t feel comfortable with you driving this. I know you love your car, but I’m going to have an ulcer if I know you’re out in the snow driving this. This probably sounds bossy, but —”
“Okay. I’ll look for something to take in the winter.”
His mouth drops. “Just like that? You’re going to get a new car because I said so?”
Chuckling, I throw my feet onto his lap as he sets his crossword aside. “No, not because you said so. Because I don’t want you to always worry about me. If that’s what it takes to save you from an ulcer, then I’ll do it.”
Clearly not used to this kind of discussion, he nods and picks up his crossword book again. I suppress my smile and return to my book, the crackle of the fire in the background something I’ve grown to love in this far too early cold snap.
“Hunter?”
“Hmm?”
“Relationships work when you communicate. I’m not offended and you’re not being an ass. I love you, and if you worry, I’ll help you worry less.”
He squeezes my foot, and I return to my book. “What if I worry you’ll never suck me off like you did the other morning again? Will you fix that right away, too?”
This time, when I put my book down, Hunter’s eyes sparkle with laughter and my heart skips. As a man who always wears a serious mask, seeing him with a playful smile like this will always have me count my blessings. “I’ll take it into consideration and assure you that won’t be the last time.”
“So not a man of immediate action, then. Got it.”
A few beats pass and he moves my foot to his crotch, so it touches his semi-hard cock. “Do you need something, doll?”
He clears his throat and hides a smile as I press my foot into his bulge.
“Yeah, actually. I need an eleven-letter word that refers to buttocks. Starts with a C.”
“Are you being serious, or is this your way of getting me on my knees?”
“Depends if it’s working, I guess.”
I snort-laugh and sit up, motioning for him to show me the clue. After a moment, the word comes to me.
“Try callipygian. It’s a Greek word. Basically, it means nice ass.”
I spell it out, and Hunter raises an eyebrow. “Are you bullshitting right now? How do you know that?”
Moving my foot along his dick, I chuckle. “I dated a guy who was super into art and Greek mythology. It was a word he always used to say, and I’ve never forgotten it.”
Hunter sets his crossword aside, and his eyes darken. “Just how did this guy use it?”
“Are you jealous because someone told me I was a very callipygian guy?” My smile is full-blown as he moves my feet and kneels over me on the couch. Unzipping his pants, his cock springs free before his hands move to my sweatpants.
