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I flutter my lashes, flapping the packet again.
He plucks it away, then taps the packet on my nose. "Maybe we should try mating the cockatoo way. Remember how the boy climbed on top of the girl, who was lying on her tummy?"
I shimmy forward and lay my hands on his thighs. "The boy cockatoo also shoves his beak up the lass's erse. Not sure I want you to do that to me. It looked painful, though the lass didn't seem to mind."
"Good point. We aren't cockatoos, but they have given me another idea." He pulls me onto his lap. "Wanna screw outside under the light of the moon?"
"Do you mean in the yard? Or in the woods?"
"The yard. Might be wolves out there in the dark."
I kiss him softly. "Thank you for worrying about my safety while we have a poke."
He wraps his arms around me. "I'll watch out for your safety all the time, baby."
I never used to like it when a man called me "baby." But every time Gavin says that, I melt inside and want to wrap my entire body around him. I would've expected a tough man like Gavin Douglas to avoid getting sentimental or saying sweet, loving things. Of course, my only role models for ex-military men are my cousins Logan, Magnus, and Munro. They are not average lads. None of them would behave the way Gavin does with me, though to be fair, I haven't seen my cousins with women. Maybe they do behave in the same manner.
No, I can't picture Magnus the bounty hunter cuddling with a lass.
Gavin sneaks down the hall to check on the puppies, but they're still happily sleeping. We leave the dog door shut while we go outside, barefoot, and search for the best spot for having a poke. After examining the entire yard, he selects a location at last.
And I laugh. "You needed ten minutes to choose the most dead-obvious place? You want to shag on the grass."
"Yeah. I considered other spots, but they all had something that wasn't right---like rocks sticking up out of the dirt or a lack of a soft surface." He slings an arm around my waist and tugs me close. "Can't have you getting scrapes or cuts."
"That is so sweet, Gavin. Thank you for worrying about my skin."
We do wind up making love on the soft, cool grass, beneath the big tree that provides shade in the daytime. A clear, moonlit sky sheds its milky light on us, so we can see each other almost as well as in the daytime. The moon is full, after all. Gavin lavishes light kisses over my entire body, arousing me tenderly until my breaths quicken and my heart races. By the time he pushes his cock inside me, I'm on the verge of orgasm. But he knows exactly how to keep me on the edge without letting me come until he's ready for us both to do that.
Making love has never been so literal. I've fallen for him here on the lawn with the moon above us. We created a bond with our bodies.
In the afterglow, we lie on the grass on our backs, holding hands while the moon gradually sinks lower and lower in the sky. We joke and tease each other, but we also discuss more serious things---like what we want our lives to become. I tell Gavin about my current state of unemployment and how I haven't yet found a long-term career path. He listens without commenting while I ramble on about my life.
"All my relatives have tried to help me find a job, and I know they mean well. But none of my positions have lasted longer than five years. I'm not a wastrel. I want to be settled in my life, but most of all, I want to find the right man and settle down to have children."
I glance at Gavin, expecting him to seem uncomfortable because of what I said. But he simply gazes up at the stars with a serene expression.
"Gavin, are you awake?"
He turns his head to look at me. "Yeah, I'm awake. And I heard everything you said, but I was waiting to find out if you had more to say."
"Aren't you ready to leg it? I did talk about my desire to start a family."
"Leg it? What does that mean?"
"To run away."
"Oh, I see." He rolls onto his side and drapes an arm across my belly. "Not going to leg it anywhere except back into the house. And for the record, I'd love to have kids. My ex-wife wasn't really into the idea."
"But we barely know each other. You should be horrified."
Gavin lays a hand on my cheek to turn my head toward him. Then he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. "I care about you, Jamie. Care a lot. I know we just met, and I should be freaked out by how quickly we've gotten close. But I can't feel anything bad when I'm with you. It's all good, and that's something I've never experienced before."
"Neither have I. The only serious boyfriend I ever had seemed like Prince Charming, but he mutated into a slimy toad." I place my hand over his on my cheek. "But somehow I know you would never become a cretin like that chancer."
"Thanks. Maybe I should have a T-shirt printed up with that endorsement on it. 'This guy is not a slimy toad.' I could make a fortune selling those shirts."
I love his sarcastic sense of humor. I love everything about him, actually. He's never mean, but he enjoys making sly jokes. Whenever he softly kisses me, I feel a pang in my chest.
