Lewis cocked an eyebrow at me. “Who doesn’t?”
“You’d be surprised,” I huffed.
My ex-boyfriend for starters.
“So, Noah.” He accepted the first of the plates from me. “What exactly do you need me to do?”
“Uh?” I squinted up at him. “Dry the plate?”
“You don’t say, smart ass.” Lew bumped into me again and chuckled. “I meant about our social media relationship. What do you need me to do?”
“Oh, right.” My face heated. “Sorry, yeah. So uh, it depends on what you’re comfortable with. I’d need a few photos of us, chilling out on the couch, or grabbing coffee.”
“So we’re going to go on dates?”
“If you’re okay with that, yes. I think my followers would like the whole, you know, cuffing season chic.” I choked on my words.
What are you saying, Bright?!
“Cuffing the Tiger.” He snorted. “Not sure I’d want pictures ofthaton your ArgoS, though.” Lew met my eyes, his wiggling eyebrows and pouty lips about to do my head in.
Don’t imagine him tied to the bed, Noah.
For fuck’s sake, as if that had ever worked before.
Don’t think of the fucking pink elephant, Noah.
I forced my eyes back on the dishes, and exhaled shakily. Nope, that trick of my former therapist had never worked for my brain.
The mental image of Lew, arms stretched up over his head, his wrists tied to the bed frame made from reclaimed wood—the only piece of furniture in here sturdy enough to hold him down—looped in my mind. I imagined his glorious body stretched out, precum dribbling from his throbbing cock onto his plush fur, and ropes of my cum painting his broad chest.
“Okay, so dates, cosy couple scenes, blankets, knit sweaters, hot drinks, and cuddling?” His voice was a little raspier than before, not that I trusted mine to sound normal with my dick pressing hard against my zipper.
“Stuff like that, yeah.” I cleared my throat loudly. “That’d be really helpful. I can’t pay you, but I’ll find a way to make it up to you.”
Can you manage a bit more innuendo, Bright? It didn’t say ‘Let me pay you in head’ as much as it could have.
“It’s all good. I don’t need any compensation, Noah.” He huffed. “Do you have any idea what you want to do? As far as dates go, I mean?”
“Not yet, no. I’ll have to do my research and come up with a list.”
“I can suggest a few things if you want. I can text you later. You’re probably too tired to make one now.” His eyes darted to the front door as if he contemplated leaving me alone in this crappy shack but thought better of it.
“Actually, I’m way too high-strung and jet-lagged to go to bed. I’d love to hear your suggestions.”
And I could suck your dick just for fun?
“Okay, cool. Let’s finish this up and chill on the couch. You can take the first pic if you like.” He winked at me, and put the rest of the dishes away.
“I’m still amazed you’re doing this for me, Lewis,” I blurted out.
“Well, there are worse things than getting myself a winter husband.” He took the last two beers from the fridge and left for the living room, chortling under his breath.
Fuck. Me.
“We should check out Windmouth Castle,” he said, as I grabbed my bag and took a seat next to him on the couch. “Roy and his fiancée went there last summer and loved it. It used to belong to Kalon Atax, but she’s donated it to a charity. They turned it into a modern art museum, and it has a cute little café with cream tea.”
“Great, that needs to be on the list.” I opened my notebook on a new page, and wrote ‘Winter Husbands Bucket List’ across it.
