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Authors: Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden
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put everything away and then we can watch a movie in bed or something.”
Looking down at my half eaten food, I nod and push away from the table. “That sounds great.”
Stepping closer, Gunnar presses his lips to mine then turns to start clearing the table. Heading down the hallway, I step into the bathroom and start the bath water, making sure to pour in lots of bubbles. I need them tonight. Stripping out of my clothes, I stare at myself in the mirror as I pull up my hair, determined to find a difference between the woman I was before I drove Dixon home, and the woman I am now after waking up with him in his bed this morning. Is it possible to do something so reckless and so unforgivable and not have some noticeable difference? Is it really possible for no one to ever find out what we’ve done?
Shrugging off my thoughts, I step into the hot water and sink down into the bubbles. Closing my eyes, I blow out a breath and force all the thoughts of Dixon and me out of my head. The hot water relaxes my sore muscles, and after a while, my mind even begins to stop racing. I’m home with my husband and he deserves my full attention so why in the hell am I sitting here in the tub? I should be out there with Gunnar, kissing him, holding him. More than anything, I just want to forget what I’ve done and remember what we are. I need to feel the connection that we have when we make love.
Sitting up in the tub, I grab the loofah to make quick work of washing myself off before climbing out and toweling off as the water drains. Sitting on the bench seat in the window, I rub lotion into my legs and everywhere else until my entire body is silky smooth and the bathroom smells like my favorite scent from Victoria’s Secret: Pure Seduction.
I slip on the black satin nightie that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the hem skimming my upper thigh. Looking into the mirror, I pull down my hair and brush it until it shines and falls down my back in long brown waves.
Opening the bathroom door, I pad down the hallway to the bedroom. “Baby,” I purr, pushing open the door, and instantly my face falls. Gunnar lies face down on the bed, holding the remote in one hand while snoring soundly into the mattress.
Reaching over, I slip the remote from his hand and climb into bed beside him. Pulling the quilt up from the bottom of the bed, I cover us both causing Gunnar to roll over and wrap his arm around me. Tucking his face into my neck, he inhales deeply. “Mmm, I love you, Kennedy, so damn much.” He sighs contently, pressing his lips to the skin behind my ear.
A tear slips down my cheek as I flip through the channels. Even though he’s asleep, Gunnar tightens his grip around my middle, pulling me tightly against his chest. After finally settling on a horror flick, I fall asleep feeling a bit defeated.
It’s been weeks since the night everything happened with Dixon, and everyone has been insanely busy. Gunnar has been running two-a-day practices and working with a few kids on new plays to get ready for a huge game against the toughest team in the division while Lynsey, Mark, and I have been doing store inventory. Business is booming for Batteries Not Included and it has meant a lot more hours for me. I haven’t seen much of Dixon—according to Gunnar, wildfire season has kept the guys at the firehouse pretty busy.
Tonight, though, Lynsey pulled out all the stops, and everyone is here. Everyone except Dixon so far. We’re laughing, drinking, and the music is playing through the speakers. It’s a good night. “Gunnar, are you sure he’s coming?” Lynsey asks, holding up the mallet she’s using to tenderize the steak. “If he flakes on a dinner for a piece of pussy, I’ll use this to pound his dick into a penis patty.”
Mark and Gunnar both go wide-eyed and a bit green, “He said he’d be here. Shit, Lynsey, there’s no need for you to plan the dismemberment of Dixon’s favorite body part,” Gunnar says,
Looking down at my half eaten food, I nod and push away from the table. “That sounds great.”
Stepping closer, Gunnar presses his lips to mine then turns to start clearing the table. Heading down the hallway, I step into the bathroom and start the bath water, making sure to pour in lots of bubbles. I need them tonight. Stripping out of my clothes, I stare at myself in the mirror as I pull up my hair, determined to find a difference between the woman I was before I drove Dixon home, and the woman I am now after waking up with him in his bed this morning. Is it possible to do something so reckless and so unforgivable and not have some noticeable difference? Is it really possible for no one to ever find out what we’ve done?
Shrugging off my thoughts, I step into the hot water and sink down into the bubbles. Closing my eyes, I blow out a breath and force all the thoughts of Dixon and me out of my head. The hot water relaxes my sore muscles, and after a while, my mind even begins to stop racing. I’m home with my husband and he deserves my full attention so why in the hell am I sitting here in the tub? I should be out there with Gunnar, kissing him, holding him. More than anything, I just want to forget what I’ve done and remember what we are. I need to feel the connection that we have when we make love.
Sitting up in the tub, I grab the loofah to make quick work of washing myself off before climbing out and toweling off as the water drains. Sitting on the bench seat in the window, I rub lotion into my legs and everywhere else until my entire body is silky smooth and the bathroom smells like my favorite scent from Victoria’s Secret: Pure Seduction.
I slip on the black satin nightie that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door, the hem skimming my upper thigh. Looking into the mirror, I pull down my hair and brush it until it shines and falls down my back in long brown waves.
Opening the bathroom door, I pad down the hallway to the bedroom. “Baby,” I purr, pushing open the door, and instantly my face falls. Gunnar lies face down on the bed, holding the remote in one hand while snoring soundly into the mattress.
Reaching over, I slip the remote from his hand and climb into bed beside him. Pulling the quilt up from the bottom of the bed, I cover us both causing Gunnar to roll over and wrap his arm around me. Tucking his face into my neck, he inhales deeply. “Mmm, I love you, Kennedy, so damn much.” He sighs contently, pressing his lips to the skin behind my ear.
A tear slips down my cheek as I flip through the channels. Even though he’s asleep, Gunnar tightens his grip around my middle, pulling me tightly against his chest. After finally settling on a horror flick, I fall asleep feeling a bit defeated.
It’s been weeks since the night everything happened with Dixon, and everyone has been insanely busy. Gunnar has been running two-a-day practices and working with a few kids on new plays to get ready for a huge game against the toughest team in the division while Lynsey, Mark, and I have been doing store inventory. Business is booming for Batteries Not Included and it has meant a lot more hours for me. I haven’t seen much of Dixon—according to Gunnar, wildfire season has kept the guys at the firehouse pretty busy.
Tonight, though, Lynsey pulled out all the stops, and everyone is here. Everyone except Dixon so far. We’re laughing, drinking, and the music is playing through the speakers. It’s a good night. “Gunnar, are you sure he’s coming?” Lynsey asks, holding up the mallet she’s using to tenderize the steak. “If he flakes on a dinner for a piece of pussy, I’ll use this to pound his dick into a penis patty.”
Mark and Gunnar both go wide-eyed and a bit green, “He said he’d be here. Shit, Lynsey, there’s no need for you to plan the dismemberment of Dixon’s favorite body part,” Gunnar says,
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