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“This morning,” he says. “I went out to the toolshed.”
“Wait, you went out in the storm to make me this?”
“The storm isn’t as intense today,” he says. “It even stopped snowing for a few hours.”
“Oh,” I say.
Maybe he reads the soft panic or disappointment on my face, because he says, “Don’t worry, the snow isn’t going anywhere until at least next week.”
My chest flutters. It feels like I’m frozen in time with them, and the rest of the world has ceased to exist. I never want to leave.
“You made this for me?”
“I figured you can’t write on your laptop all the time, so why not just write on this?” he says.
“I do like longhand writing,” I admit. “In fact, before I started taking publishing seriously, I wrote all my books by hand. I kind of miss doing that.”
“Well, you don’t have to miss it anymore,” he says.
I smile at him. “Thanks.” It’s so sweet and thoughtful.
Just then, Artie comes out of the bathroom. “Come on, the bath is ready.”
“Seriously?” Ed says. “We’re in the middle of a storm.”
“Poor girl can’t even walk after what you put her through,” Artie says, shaking his head.
Ed turns to me. “Is that true?”
“I mean…”
“Ed, there’s enough water in the borewell, the storm is subsiding. It’ll be okay,” Artie rationalizes.
Ed nods. “Make sure she’s okay.”
“Why don’t you come join us?” I say with a wink as I follow Artie into the bathroom.
He closes the door behind me and helps me shed my clothes. I no longer feel the need to hide myself from him. Artie gently leads me into the bathtub and soaks me in the water. It’s not boiling, but it’s way above lukewarm. In short, it’s perfect.
“Wow,” I say as my body relaxes. My legs spread apart on instinct. Artie walks up behind me and rubs my back, then he leans forward, touching my thighs. He’s incredibly gentle with his hands, and I can feel the knots in my body unraveling.
“Wow,” I say again as my head falls back. He nestles it on his shoulder as he continues to splash me with water and rub my body gently. His hands cup my breasts, feeling the weight in his hands. He kneads them gently, occasionally playing with the nipples.
“Why don’t you get in here with me?” I suggest, my eyes almost drooping shut.
Artie doesn’t hesitate. He eases away from me. A few moments later, there’s a splash of water as he gets in the tub behind me. I settle with my back to his chest, and he puts his arms around me. “This good?”
“Perfect,” I say.
I feel him harden behind me as my ass cushions him. I can’t help but wiggle closer.
“I can’t tell if you’re doing that intentionally or not,” he says, chuckling.
“And what if I am?” I tease.
“I fucking love it,” he growls, nibbling on my ears. I back into him before pulling myself up and settling over his dick. It doesn’t go in right away but the motion makes Artie groan.
“You’re killing me,” he says, kneading my breasts roughly now.
