mind if I stay a day?”
Ana looked up from the magazine she was halfheartedly flipping through while Taylor was tidying the kitchen. “What happened?”
“A tree crashed across the pass about ten minutes down from here. I called into the emergency operations in town, but they said they wouldn’t be able to clear it until this evening.”
“Son of a bitch,” Taylor said, as he emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the towel at his waist.
“But everything will be okay by tonight, right?” she asked.
“Sure. They’re usually pretty quick about clearing things out of here.”
“Can we just go move it?” Taylor asked, his manner brusque.
“How strong do you think you are?” Ana joked, in an effort to cover the fact that her husband was clearly annoyed that the man wanted to stay in his own house.
Eli’s lips quirked. “I dunno, hon. Me and Taylor could kick some ass back in our day. But no, man. It’s not some little sapling. If there were a few more of us, probably, but not just you and me.”
“We’d be delighted to have you here, wouldn’t we, Taylor.” Not that she even phrased it as a question, but she took his grunt for capitulation.
Nonetheless, Eli looked pained. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nonsense. It’s not like having you here will keep us from doing anything.”
“Huh. Is that right?”
It took her a second to realize why Eli sounded so amused. She hadn’t meant it like that . “I mean…I was just thinking Taylor and I should play outside today. The snow is so nice. You can join us, if you want.”
“Play outside?”
Yes. So we don’t have to talk inside. Or worse, so I don’t have to be cooped up with a double dose of testosterone that will get me thinking all sorts of naughty things. Wussy, wussy, wussy .
Fine, she admitted it. She’d arranged this vacation so they could come clean with each other, but at the same time she dreaded that talk, feared what he would say. It had been one thing to know, intellectually, that he’d had more sexual partners than her. Actually looking at a younger version of Taylor engaging in threesomes and bondage games? Hello, insecurity. The devil of inadequacy whispered in her ear, feeding her fear that she was the reason he’d played it vanilla with her. What would she do if he confirmed that fear? On a more selfish note, what would she do with these newfound desires if he rejected her? Die a little inside, that’s what.
Melodrama, table of one.
Ana tried to inject her usual enthusiasm into her voice so her inner turmoil wouldn’t show. “Sure. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“There are some snowshoes in the storage shed,” Eli offered. “If you two want to go play outside, go ahead. I think I’ll just stay here. Watch some movies or read a book.”
She willed away the flush on her cheeks, thinking of the movie she and Taylor had watched the night before. Of course Eli was talking about something completely innocent. “Right. Sounds great.”
Taylor sighed, sounding very put-upon. “Fine. Let’s get you bundled up.”
Taylor studied the shape of Ana’s ass in the bright pink snowsuit she wore. It was a sad, sad day when the sight of the woman in a shapeless outfit drove him a little mad.
For the umpteenth time he cursed Eli’s presence. His best friend had the absolute worst timing. Forget the fact that he’d been put outside like a naughty pup, when he could be snuggling with his wife on a wide leather sofa. With the other man here, he couldn’t even try to communicate with her about their recent escapades…not that he had the slightest inkling of how to broach that subject.
You know that mind-blowing sex we had last night? Please don’t let me fuck you like an animal anymore. We need to leave here, because I think this place is making me want to do things to you that aren’t even entirely legal in some states. Oh, yeah, and I never told you, but I’m a—
Abort, abort. Don’t think it. If you don’t think
Ana looked up from the magazine she was halfheartedly flipping through while Taylor was tidying the kitchen. “What happened?”
“A tree crashed across the pass about ten minutes down from here. I called into the emergency operations in town, but they said they wouldn’t be able to clear it until this evening.”
“Son of a bitch,” Taylor said, as he emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the towel at his waist.
“But everything will be okay by tonight, right?” she asked.
“Sure. They’re usually pretty quick about clearing things out of here.”
“Can we just go move it?” Taylor asked, his manner brusque.
“How strong do you think you are?” Ana joked, in an effort to cover the fact that her husband was clearly annoyed that the man wanted to stay in his own house.
Eli’s lips quirked. “I dunno, hon. Me and Taylor could kick some ass back in our day. But no, man. It’s not some little sapling. If there were a few more of us, probably, but not just you and me.”
“We’d be delighted to have you here, wouldn’t we, Taylor.” Not that she even phrased it as a question, but she took his grunt for capitulation.
Nonetheless, Eli looked pained. “I’m so sorry.”
“Nonsense. It’s not like having you here will keep us from doing anything.”
“Huh. Is that right?”
It took her a second to realize why Eli sounded so amused. She hadn’t meant it like that . “I mean…I was just thinking Taylor and I should play outside today. The snow is so nice. You can join us, if you want.”
“Play outside?”
Yes. So we don’t have to talk inside. Or worse, so I don’t have to be cooped up with a double dose of testosterone that will get me thinking all sorts of naughty things. Wussy, wussy, wussy .
Fine, she admitted it. She’d arranged this vacation so they could come clean with each other, but at the same time she dreaded that talk, feared what he would say. It had been one thing to know, intellectually, that he’d had more sexual partners than her. Actually looking at a younger version of Taylor engaging in threesomes and bondage games? Hello, insecurity. The devil of inadequacy whispered in her ear, feeding her fear that she was the reason he’d played it vanilla with her. What would she do if he confirmed that fear? On a more selfish note, what would she do with these newfound desires if he rejected her? Die a little inside, that’s what.
Melodrama, table of one.
Ana tried to inject her usual enthusiasm into her voice so her inner turmoil wouldn’t show. “Sure. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“There are some snowshoes in the storage shed,” Eli offered. “If you two want to go play outside, go ahead. I think I’ll just stay here. Watch some movies or read a book.”
She willed away the flush on her cheeks, thinking of the movie she and Taylor had watched the night before. Of course Eli was talking about something completely innocent. “Right. Sounds great.”
Taylor sighed, sounding very put-upon. “Fine. Let’s get you bundled up.”
Taylor studied the shape of Ana’s ass in the bright pink snowsuit she wore. It was a sad, sad day when the sight of the woman in a shapeless outfit drove him a little mad.
For the umpteenth time he cursed Eli’s presence. His best friend had the absolute worst timing. Forget the fact that he’d been put outside like a naughty pup, when he could be snuggling with his wife on a wide leather sofa. With the other man here, he couldn’t even try to communicate with her about their recent escapades…not that he had the slightest inkling of how to broach that subject.
You know that mind-blowing sex we had last night? Please don’t let me fuck you like an animal anymore. We need to leave here, because I think this place is making me want to do things to you that aren’t even entirely legal in some states. Oh, yeah, and I never told you, but I’m a—
Abort, abort. Don’t think it. If you don’t think
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