His lips preserve shifting, extra kisses dropping, and I do know what he’s doing—Stef marks freckle after freckle earlier than making a last promise. “We’ll each verify on him, so you may cease, yeah?”

His morning voice will get to me, rumbling low sufficient that I each hear and really feel it, and I don’t need both of us to get off the bed. Not but. Not after I know he’s proper. Noah’s restoration is superb, however there’s a lot to do right this moment—an excessive amount of—and never solely to organize for tomorrow’s wedding ceremony. Stef kisses me once more, which ought to soften me. My mind doesn’t get the enjoyable memo, and Stef huffs as if he can see the identical guidelines I image.

“And you’ll cease worrying concerning the wedding ceremony. There are solely the grass pathways left to chop.”

The mowing is considered one of my unchecked bins. I nonetheless have two others. “What if—”

“A problem comes up on the rehearsal this night?” His stubble prickles my shoulder. “That’s the entire level, proper? To ensure there are not any nasty surprises on the massive day? If one thing comes up later, I’ll repair it. I’ve bought a multi-tool, a pocketful of twine, and also you.” I really feel his smile widen. “Fairly certain that’s all I want.”

He makes one other guess about what else on my to-do listing woke me.

“We’ll have loads of time to get Noah’s check outcomes. His appointment is at two, proper? That leaves all morning for work and mowing, and loads of time to get again earlier than the rehearsal. Cease worrying,” he repeats, his whisper raspy like his kisses, and…

I do.

I cease worrying concerning the rehearsal, or about check outcomes which have preyed on my thoughts. I solely really feel that Stef skims me with a hand that may’t be numb now, exploring prefer it’s the primary time he’s felt me. Like I’m new land he desires to study the lay of—land that he’d plough in robust, straight furrows proper now if a creak alongside the hallway didn’t make him go nonetheless behind me.

He’s additionally rock arduous, his cock pressed shut sufficient he may slide again in the place he seared my soul final evening, however we each pay attention, breath held at footsteps that move our room. Or one set passes, not less than.

Lukas should cease outdoors our door. His voice is as little as his brother’s. “Noah’s taking me on a farm tour.”

That’s how we used to start out every summer season, Lukas exhibiting me every part that had modified between my visits. I don’t know why Noah doing the identical now will get to me, however Stef has to really feel it. It shouldn’t be attainable for him to carry me any tighter, or for me to know he’s smiling once more, however I really feel it as quickly as Lukas says, “He’s high-quality. Don’t fear.”

Stef solely speaks as soon as they depart. “See? No worrying allowed. Physician’s orders.”

I can’t reply whereas his lips discover my throat. I can’t assume both, and that’s precisely what I want, not worrying about Noah or my previous few unchecked bins. Nothing issues however Stef. The world may cease and I wouldn’t care or discover whereas he takes me aside and solely wants one hand to do it.

We don’t even change positions past him reaching for the lube, nor get athletic when perhaps we should always profit from the farmhouse being empty. For as soon as, we don’t even need to be quiet and but this one-sided hand job is as quiet as final evening’s intercourse, other than me saying, “Let me?”

I attempt to face him, and I’ve talked about the tors beside this farm, proper? Nothing strikes them, not years nor wind nor climate. Nothing strikes Stef both. His hand job is gradual and regular, and nothing beats this sense of him letting me know I’m precisely the place I’m wished.

He will get me near the sting, his grip slick and so good till my coronary heart kilos and my respiration stutters. Then he relents. Stef lifts his arm so I can flip and get him as near the sting as he’s bought me. I see it in his eyes fluttering closed, and there’s sleep mud on his lashes, so I depend specks to maintain from coming, however nothing stops that wave from crashing as soon as his eyes open.

They’re the identical shade as the ocean proper now on the finish of August, and I fall headfirst right into a climax that does precisely what he wished for me—I cease pondering at daybreak o’clock in a farmhouse that I consider as dwelling, held by a person who I really like greater than all of its bricks and mortar.

And as for these final unchecked bins?

Stef’s heat in opposition to me now. It’s nonetheless early, and I’m sleepy.

I’ll get to them later.

* * *

Later comes, however Lukas closes my laptop computer earlier than I can get again to what’s left on my to-do listing. He’s severe in a manner I haven’t seen since these first few days in London. That’s all mistaken in a Cornish kitchen the place he’s solely ever been a joker.

I lurch upright, my chair scraping flagstones. “Fuck. What’s mistaken? Is it Noah?”

“No, Marc. No. Noah’s wanting nice. Actually nice.” That seriousness melts, the joker again. “I can’t say the identical about you. I imply, I do know your face is an acquired style”—Joker? He’s a wanker, and I shouldn’t smile, however I can’t assist it—“however you’ll by no means snag a hottie hubby with these frown strains.” He barrels on earlier than I can remind him that I’m not wanting. “Pay attention, I noticed an enormous change whereas I used to be out with Noah this morning, that’s all. A severe one. I puzzled if you happen to’d observed it too?”

“A change to the farm? You imply on the headland?” It’s the first time Lukas can have seen the marriage tents there.

He shakes his head.

“The place then?”

“I’ll present you. Come on.”

There’s no level telling him I don’t have time. Moreover, I don’t wish to. Lukas sweeps me together with laughter like he did that first summer season, and we tramp throughout fields that climb steeper and steeper. He pokes enjoyable at me the entire manner.

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