Chapter 11 #3
He might not win this race, but damn it he was going to be making a showing.
Ichabod’s cock swelled in his lips, and he felt more than heard the long, low cry around his prick. Then Ichabod’s fingers tightened, squeezed his thighs, and his lover was coming, filling his mouth with bitter, hot, salty seed.
That was all it took for him to buck once, then twice, and he was giving it up, letting Ichabod have everything in him.
They pulled apart, both of them gasping for breath, and Ellis savored the flavor of Ichabod on his tongue.
Ichabod cleaned his cock before letting it slide free. “Oh, that was nice. Damn.”
The sound of Ichabod post-orgasm was something worth waiting for.
He scooted up and around so he could pull Ichabod close. “Baby, nice doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
That got him a soft laugh. “True. I like going from honey to baby.”
“Yeah, it seems more personal.” He wasn’t examining that right now. He was going with it.
“This is pretty damn personal.” Ichabod took a deep breath, stretched against him, then cuddled in. “I hope I didn’t take you away from anything important. I had an itch only you could scratch.”
“Not one thing. I’ll need to feed tonight, especially the cattle, since they’re still fattening up, but I finished early in case you needed me to help get the kids.” He nuzzled Ichabod’s throat.
“Yeah, thank goodness it’s Friday. I have the feeling that tomorrow is going to be a popcorn and movies day.”
“Do the kids cross-country ski or snowshoe at all?” It was fun, good exercise, and it would give them something to do when they were basically snowed in.
“I think Zane wants to. To be honest, Michael hasn’t said a word about it one way or the other. I imagine the girls are probably still too small. What do you think?” Those amazing blue eyes stared right into him as though it mattered what he said, like Ichabod cared what his position was.
“I bet they could learn basic balance and all on some itty bitty snowshoes. Might be good for them to do it, to get to respect big snow. They don’t plow out here like they do in Denver.”
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll buy snowshoes for everybody. Do they have a snowshoe website? Do they go in like regular foot sizes? Everything I know about snowshoes is exactly what you just said to me.”
God, Ichabod made him laugh. Seriously.
“I can get them at one of the big winter sports stores in Aspen.” He was still chuckling. “And we’ll see if Zane wants skis. He can do that in school, you know?”
“That I did know. It’s part of PE.” Ichabod began to touch him again, the touches sweet and gentle, sensitizing his skin. “I didn’t ski in PE.”
He started chuckling and Ichabod kissed the tip of his nose.
“I do know how, I’ll have you know. Not cross-country, but downhill. I’ve done it quite a few times.”
Interesting. “Are you good at it?”
Ichabod shook his head. “Not even a little bit, but I like it, and that’s what matters. I don’t have to be good at something to think it’s fun.”
“True enough.” Though the cowboy way was to bang away at something until he could do it with his eyes closed. “I like it myself.”
“So, do you do cross-country skiing? Can you show us how? I’d like to learn.”
Ichabod’s touches were like a meditation, like a hymn. “Of course, I’d love to teach you all. It’s an important skill. You need to be able to get places in an emergency.”
Ichabod nodded, his expression reading as tickled. “What do the horses do when it’s snowing super deep? Do you leave them inside all day? That seems mean.”
He could see where Michael got it, that instinctive care for the animals, the gentle manner. It might not be easy, but Ichabod cared, and Ellis loved it.
It turned him on, in fact.
“Depends on how cold it is. I let them out to exercise, but I keep an eye on their hooves and on their breathing. Horses can get respiratory stuff incredibly fast. But they still need to get out and move. And Rio, for instance, is lazy as hell on snow days. He’d rather be loose in the barn or the lean-to. ”
“Well, I hope that our horses are the same way.” Ichabod patted his chest. “Because I really want to stay right here until it’s time to go get the kids. Maybe have another round, maybe take a nap.”
Ellis chuckled. “I like the way you think. Maybe a nap, and then a second round, and then a shower before we go pick up the kids, because I have feeling we already stink pretty bad.”
“Oh, I don’t know. At least it’s cold, and we’re not hot and gross.”
“Such logic.” He lifted his head to look into Ichabod’s eyes. “We’re good, right? This is all good.”
Ichabod nodded, gaze serious. “We’re more than good. This is exactly what I wanted, and I hope it was for you too.”
“Baby, it doesn’t get any better than this, trust me. I’ve never felt this good, at least not about something that came with any kind of romantic entanglement.”
“Ooh, we’re entangled.”
“Hell yes we are. You made me a cup.”
Ichabod snorted. “If I’d only known it was that easy, I would have done it a long time ago.”
Ellis pitched one of Ichabod’s nipples.
“Ow! No abusing me.”
“Then don’t trash-talk me. I love my cup.” He winked, and then pulled the covers up even farther so that the cold air couldn’t intrude on them. He was going to be lazy as all get out and wallow in how good this was for a while.
He was sure once the kids got home they were gonna have a hell of a time, so they needed to conserve their energy.