“You're a natural, baby.”
“Yeah?”
“But if you do it without a shirt, it makes the wood split more evenly.”
He falls for it.
And I enjoy the view. Very much.
Mum ducks next door to return the tools and get more potting mix.
So I steal a moment while we have a little privacy.
Standing behind him, I teach him the most essential part of firewood prep.
Which is kissing the man you love.
Lowering his axe onto the chopping block, he turns to face me.
His abdomen ripples with sweat, shoulders bronzing in the sun.
His hair is beginning to curl in the humidity.
Later is too long to wait.
I lean in for a quick pash.
The way I want to ravage him is primal.
Our sunrise fuck against the tree was hours ago.
Still can't get it off my mind.
I’ve never seen him like that.
So passionate and untamed.
And when he came inside me for the first time...
Fuck, I’m swelling again.
“I swear. I will remember how you look right now, next time I shower alone.”
“A sticky, sweaty mess?” he laughs.
“A man who can handle my wood like no other,” I simper. “And my heart.”
His lips track down my neck.
“Between the two of us, the cabin at the lake will never be short of kindling.”
“Not a chance.”
His eyes are dark and ardent.
“But only if we can keep our hands busy long enough to…”
“Anyone keen for a cuppa?” Mum sings out as she steps across a low hedge.
