Maybe I’m trying to talk up the town a bit, make her fall in love with the idea of this place, but I can’t be blamed. If I want her to consider staying here, at least extending her trip, I’ve got to pull out every stop that I can.
“You know what I really need?”
“What’s that?” I say leaning in.
“A change of clothes,” she says, kissing my nose and standing up from the cafe table.
Heather Beag isn’t far from the cafe at all, but we take the bus to avoid the rain. Just as I suspected, Effie has a fire going, and something in the oven that smells delicious.
“Look at you poor dears, like a pair of beautiful drowned rats. I’m sure Angus has something you can wear,” she says, looking me over. “At the very least, let me dry them.”
“I’ll be fine, Nan.”
“Hmm. And you darling, you should go up and change now before you catch a cold. Oh, and you, my dear boy, come with Nan to the fire,” she says to Fergus, leading him back to the sitting room.
Maisie smiles and tilts her head for me to follow her up the stairs.
I know Nan could have easily given the sisters’ separate rooms, but she chose this one and I can’t help but to appreciate the amount of meddling that woman likes to do.
She hangs my rain coat up on a hook before grabbing dry, comfortable clothes. The stark difference between the two sides of the room is comical.
“Do you have any siblings?” she asks, as she takes off her shirt.
“No siblings. Apparently being pregnant with me was enough reason for my Ma to never want to do it again.”
I can’t help but stare at her as she pulls off her boots, then her skirt.
“You should probably take your wet clothes off,” she suggests, and who am I to deny her? I rest my clothes on a chair, hoping they dry somewhat.
“Do you think Greer would believe me if I told him I needed a change of clothes because they got wet in the rain?”
She laughs as we climb into the bed. Slowly she snuggles in closer to me, both of us getting warm under the comforter. We’re both in our underwear and it feels so domestic and easy. I wish I could have this every day for the rest of forever.
“Probably not.”
“Thought that might be the case,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
It’s nice, sleeping next to someone, cuddling again.
I clear my throat as I dare to ask her the next question.
“Would you consider going off your deodorizers for a few weeks?”
Her cold foot is pressed against my calf as she hums under her breath.
“Can I have some time to think about it? My scent blockers should wear off any day now, but it’s always made me nervous going off deodorizers,” she says softly.
“I only want whatever you’re comfortable with,” I tell her honestly, cradling her face.
She doesn’t respond to that, just tilts her chin and kisses me.
Both of us can’t seem to get enough as our hands begin to wander. My breath hitches as her nails drag along my chest and her hand slips into my underwear. Her grip is firm and confident as she squeezes my cock, stroking me.
“You make me feel so good,” I assure her as my own hand explores her perfect body.
Her nipples are hard as I touch them, her breasts the perfect handful as I squeeze and knead the soft flesh before my hand moves south.
It’s not a surprise but it fills me with masculine pride to find her cunt dripping wet for me.
