Fuck anyone who thinks you’re bland. They haven’t seen this side of you. They’ve not seen the fire in your eyes as you were loved and gave love. If they had then they’d know you’re a fucking firestorm of a man. So anyone who didn’t take the time to ramp up your desire is a fucking moron and is not worth your time or effort. Besides, your passion doesn’t have to be evident all the time. Anyone with half a damn brain can see your zeal when you speak of things that are important to you. I have concluded that all your past lovers were swamp scum with no functioning brain cells or reproductive organs. Don’t think to argue with me about that.”
My mouth was suddenly dry. “Thank you,” I croaked, close to tears. Instead of weeping all over the man, I lowered my mouth to his. He anchored his hand to the back of my neck and licked my lips before diving in to sweep his tongue over and around mine. “That is one point that I’ll give you. Kiss me again.”
He did. Several dozen times until he shifted around under me.
“I should probably go,” he said as the feel of his last sizzling kiss still lingered on my lips.
“Stay. We’ll do breakfast.”
He rolled me to my back, pinning my arms up over my head as he straddled me. My cock began to take notice of his semi-erect state. “Are you sure? People might talk.”
“Let them talk.”
He studied me for a few seconds, nodded, and then began a slow, passionate exploration of my body that left me howling in a wild release as he stroked us both off with one big hand wrapped around both of our cocks. That was how we fell asleep, spent, covered with semen, his massive frame draped over mine, the cover and sheets tangled, knotted, and wrapped around us like a swaddling blanket. I’d never slept better.
Chapter Eight
Black Friday dawned with icy brilliance. Waking with a burly bear of a man strewn over me like a fur rug was delightful. At first. After a few moments of soaking in the sensation of Gideon pressing me into the mattress as he snored softly into the back of my neck, my numb legs and swollen bladder nudged me to wiggle free. Sadly, I slipped out from under him, hustling into the bathroom across the hall to use the facilities. While washing my hands I happened to glance at the small window beside the toilet. The pane was sketched with delicate frosty fingers. I grabbed the hand towel from its round holder on the wall and padded over to the window to gaze out on my back yard. An ice storm had moved in overnight, glazing the trees and walks.
It was beautiful in its own way. Winter always did lend a magical touch to the world. But on Black Friday icy roads would mean traffic accidents. The road crews should be out tending to the situation, spreading salt in town and cinders on the dirt roads in the outlying areas.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to call Chet Burley, the head of our local PENNDOT garage to double-check that they were on the job. People would be flowing out of their homes today to hit the malls north and south of us. Sighing at the knowledge that work began as soon as my feet hit the floor, I walked back to my bedroom. There lay Gideon stretched out in my bed, the covers tossed back, showing off an impressive erection. My mouth watered at the sight. He waggled a brow then patted the bed beside him.
“Why are you up frogging around at five in the morning?” he asked, his voice sleepy and appealing as hell.
“I had to pee.” He chortled. “Oh, please shut up.”
“You’re just too cute. Come back to bed. I have something for you.” He threw a look down at his prick. “Then you can fuck me. Don’t think I forgot that you promised you’d see to that last night.”
“I never promised.”
“Typical politician. Build up a poor voter’s hopes then dash them.”
That made me snort as I pulled on some jogging pants. The fire in his eyes dimmed a little as I dressed. “Stuff it. I have calls to make and we have a polar bear plunge to attend at nine a.m. so get your ass up.”
His frown was far too amusing. “Why the fuck would you sign up for a polar bear plunge on a frigid