“Something on your mind, wife? Seems like you’ve lost your words.”
I blink rapidly and force myself to look elsewhere as he rounds the table. The last thing I want is a face full of cock, and the last thing he needs is for me to stroke his pride.Stop thinking about stroking.I wave in the general vicinity of the window and ignore his smirking provocation. “You’re not really going out there, are you? As deep as the snow is, you’re sure to catch cold.”
How I don’t stumble over my feet when this bare-ass naked man gently tugs me to the parlor, I’ll never know. “I’m hoping you’ll be waiting with open arms to warm me when I come back,” he says over his shoulder.
Forcing my eyes away from his toned buttocks, I belatedly answer, “The fireplace would warm you better, no doubt.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, wife.” His soft squeeze zips through my fingers and does funny things to my stomach. “Pretty sure if your soft little arms were holding me tight, I’d heat up quicker than a lit match tossed onto dried out haystacks.”
“You…I...”
“Like that idea, do you? Just you keep on thinking about it until I come back.” He throws a quick glance out the window. “Sure hope Rosie isn’t around, because I’d hate to offend her delicate sensibilities.” And with a sly wink and a grin, he’s out the door and down the porch steps, cock and balls swinging as he trudges into the thick snow. “God Almighty, it’s cold!”
With a bit of distance between us, my ability to think returns. “I thought you were going to run!” I call back as hecups his hands to catch snowflakes. The man is crazy as all get out with his privates exposed in this harsh weather for all to see, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“I will!” he answers over his shoulder. “How many laps around should I make?”
“Two.” I laugh. “Three if you’re brave enough!” Surely he won’t be able to stay out there for long even if running warms his blood. Closing the door before more heat escapes, I stoke the fire and head back to the kitchen for his clothes. I can’t believe he’s doing this.
No, I take that back. This is what he promised if I won, and he always keeps his word. Always.
I pause when gathering his shirt and pants. Touching the clothes he just had on isn’t the same as touching him, but it’s close. After checking to make sure he’s still outside and not peeking through a window, I bring his shirt to my nose.
The shirt itself is just a shirt. Just material and buttons. But because it’s Warren’s shirt, the comforting smell of him speeds up my heart rate while also calming it. It’s the damnedest feeling to both find comfort and be unsettled by the same thing.
If I hadn’t won, I would be the one paying up.
With a kiss.
Or kisses.
It wouldn’t be so much of a hardship to kiss him, would it? With as much care as he takes with me, I know he would stop if I asked him to.
If.
But what if I didn’t ask him to stop?
I don’t know if I’m ready for the answer to that question just yet.
When I hear boots thumping back up the porch steps, Idrag in one last sniff of his shirt and head towards the door just as Warren barrels through it. Blue lips, red skin, and—good Christ. How on earth is his cock still that big? If not for the violet tinge to it, I’d never have guessed it’d been out in the elements. And if it’s that large when he’s cold, what will it look like when he’s…aroused?
I shoo him to the fireplace and shove his clothes at him. “Here. You need to get warm.”
“Th-thank you kindly, wife. Need to take my b-boots off, though. Got snow all in ‘em because I tripped the last time around and it feels like my t-toes are about to freeze off.” He hobbles on one foot, then the other, paying absolutely no mind to that massive beast dangling between his legs as he tugs his boots off. They land with a thud nearby, covering up my quiet sigh of relief when he reaches for his pants.
“How many times did you do?”
“F-f-four,” he boasts through chattering teeth as he struggles to grasp the shirt buttons. “One more than you t-told me to. Didn’t think I c-could do it, did you?”
“Let me, you silly man.” He smiles bashfully when I bat away his fumbling fingers. “I can’t believe you, running out in the cold like that without any clothes. Never in my life have I ever seen such a thing.”
Warren just grins at my scolding the entire time as I make quick work of his buttons. With the help of the fire, his shivers taper off some by the time I finish, but a quick look at his feet has me hurrying to our bedroom for a pair of socks.
“Here. Put these on before you lose your toes.”
He drops in the rocking chair to do as I say. “Can you get me a b-blanket?”
I pull one from the sofa and tuck it around his shoulders. “Do you want something warm to drink?”
