four other horses besides Mickey.”
Kyle blinked at her. “You’re tellin’ me we have nine horses?”
“Ten soon, ’cause my mare Blue will foal this spring. But don’t worry. I’ll deal with the horses.”
He shook his head. “I have to learn how to do everything, so there won’t be a division of labor between us.”
“Okay, if there’s no division of chores, that means we have to do a grocery store run in the next few days.” Celia smirked at him. “And it’s your night to cook supper.”
Celia wasn’t in their bed when he’d gotten out of the shower, but he noticed she’d made the bed more user-friendly. More cozy.
He dropped the towel and grabbed the remote before sliding beneath the covers. When Celia sauntered in, she stopped, picked up the wet towel, and pointedly held it out.
“Here’s a news flash, bucko: I hate wet towels on the floor. And no, I won’t hang it up for you.”
Forced to leave his warm nest, Kyle hung the towel in the small master bathroom. Celia didn’t avert her eyes from his groin and urge him to put on clothing. Which made his cock eager to prove how fast it could go from soft to hard. It pouted when she wasn’t impressed.
Once Celia had settled, Kyle made his move. He gently held her chin and kissed her. Starting out slowly. Slicking his tongue across the seam of her lips and feeling her bottom teeth with the tip of it. His thumb made a lazy, sweeping caress of her cheek as he tasted her thoroughly. The kiss would heat up, then he’d turn it down to simmer, gifting her mouth with quick pecks and the soft glide of his lips.
Her body unconsciously arched into his, urging him to take more than a kiss.
Kyle murmured, “Night, sweet wife.”
“Night, horny husband.”
Just when he thought she’d gone to sleep, she jackknifed up, a wince distorting her face at the sudden pain. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Scratching sounds. Like a mouse. In the wall. Or in a dresser. Or under the bed.” She scooted closer to him. “What if there are mice in this mattress?”
“Celia—”
“Listen to me. Mice nest everywhere. They are vile fucking creatures that all deserve to die.”
“How do you really feel?” he said dryly.
“Like I cannot wait to get rid of this bed. And scour this house to make sure it’s rodent-proof.”
“I’ll be glad to help you, but not tonight. You’re getting all riled up for no reason. Take a deep breath.”
“It hurts to breathe.”
“I know.” He placed his hand on her belly. “That’s why I want you to relax. I’d give you a back rub to distract you if it’d help.”
“You just want to get me naked.”
“That too.”
Celia kissed his jaw. “I’ll take a rain check.”
“Funny thing…I heard it was gonna rain tomorrow.”
She laughed.
Kyle could get very used to hearing that laughter every night before he fell asleep.
Chapter Five
T here were warm, rough hands gently stroking her skin.
Warm, soft lips dragging kisses across her ribs.
Celia sighed and stretched, basking in the attention. Not wanting to wake up from such a vivid dream.
Her pajama bottoms were tugged down her thighs. She kicked the covers free, allowing her dream lover to completely slide them off.
A male chuckle vibrated against her belly. Those soft, nibbling lips sought a path down her stomach, over the rise of her mound. Then her thighs were pushed apart and a hot, wet tongue licked her from top to bottom.
As she gasped and arched, her ribs sent a stinging reminder of her soreness.
Wait. She shouldn’t feel pain in a dream. She shouldn’t feel those long, wet laps up and down her slit either. She really shouldn’t hear, “Goddamn, you taste sweet,” growled against her sex.
Celia opened her eyes and looked down to see Kyle lying between her legs, his hands gripping her inner thighs while his mouth did such amazing things with his tongue. “What are you doing ?”
Keeping his gaze to hers, he locked his mouth
Kyle blinked at her. “You’re tellin’ me we have nine horses?”
“Ten soon, ’cause my mare Blue will foal this spring. But don’t worry. I’ll deal with the horses.”
He shook his head. “I have to learn how to do everything, so there won’t be a division of labor between us.”
“Okay, if there’s no division of chores, that means we have to do a grocery store run in the next few days.” Celia smirked at him. “And it’s your night to cook supper.”
Celia wasn’t in their bed when he’d gotten out of the shower, but he noticed she’d made the bed more user-friendly. More cozy.
He dropped the towel and grabbed the remote before sliding beneath the covers. When Celia sauntered in, she stopped, picked up the wet towel, and pointedly held it out.
“Here’s a news flash, bucko: I hate wet towels on the floor. And no, I won’t hang it up for you.”
Forced to leave his warm nest, Kyle hung the towel in the small master bathroom. Celia didn’t avert her eyes from his groin and urge him to put on clothing. Which made his cock eager to prove how fast it could go from soft to hard. It pouted when she wasn’t impressed.
Once Celia had settled, Kyle made his move. He gently held her chin and kissed her. Starting out slowly. Slicking his tongue across the seam of her lips and feeling her bottom teeth with the tip of it. His thumb made a lazy, sweeping caress of her cheek as he tasted her thoroughly. The kiss would heat up, then he’d turn it down to simmer, gifting her mouth with quick pecks and the soft glide of his lips.
Her body unconsciously arched into his, urging him to take more than a kiss.
Kyle murmured, “Night, sweet wife.”
“Night, horny husband.”
Just when he thought she’d gone to sleep, she jackknifed up, a wince distorting her face at the sudden pain. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Scratching sounds. Like a mouse. In the wall. Or in a dresser. Or under the bed.” She scooted closer to him. “What if there are mice in this mattress?”
“Celia—”
“Listen to me. Mice nest everywhere. They are vile fucking creatures that all deserve to die.”
“How do you really feel?” he said dryly.
“Like I cannot wait to get rid of this bed. And scour this house to make sure it’s rodent-proof.”
“I’ll be glad to help you, but not tonight. You’re getting all riled up for no reason. Take a deep breath.”
“It hurts to breathe.”
“I know.” He placed his hand on her belly. “That’s why I want you to relax. I’d give you a back rub to distract you if it’d help.”
“You just want to get me naked.”
“That too.”
Celia kissed his jaw. “I’ll take a rain check.”
“Funny thing…I heard it was gonna rain tomorrow.”
She laughed.
Kyle could get very used to hearing that laughter every night before he fell asleep.
Chapter Five
T here were warm, rough hands gently stroking her skin.
Warm, soft lips dragging kisses across her ribs.
Celia sighed and stretched, basking in the attention. Not wanting to wake up from such a vivid dream.
Her pajama bottoms were tugged down her thighs. She kicked the covers free, allowing her dream lover to completely slide them off.
A male chuckle vibrated against her belly. Those soft, nibbling lips sought a path down her stomach, over the rise of her mound. Then her thighs were pushed apart and a hot, wet tongue licked her from top to bottom.
As she gasped and arched, her ribs sent a stinging reminder of her soreness.
Wait. She shouldn’t feel pain in a dream. She shouldn’t feel those long, wet laps up and down her slit either. She really shouldn’t hear, “Goddamn, you taste sweet,” growled against her sex.
Celia opened her eyes and looked down to see Kyle lying between her legs, his hands gripping her inner thighs while his mouth did such amazing things with his tongue. “What are you doing ?”
Keeping his gaze to hers, he locked his mouth
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