Page 30 of Twister

Daniel

The settling-in process for our second pet was vastly different to what Rose and I had gone through with our first.

It could have been because Lucy was a cat rather than a dog or because of the difference in size between the two pets or simply because Rose was far more settled this time in comparison to when Bucky had arrived.

Whatever it was, Rose had spent a good three hours following Lucy around as she acclimatized to her new home, sniffing every nook and cranny in each room until she was comfortable enough to move on to the next one.

Bucky had been beside himself with excitement when he realized that he had a new playmate. After the lengthy kitty tour of the house, we’d endured several more hours of Bucky responding to each hiss and snarl from Lucy with nothing more than a lolling tongue and a playful wiggle of his butt.

Rose had been there for all of it, gently chastising Bucky whenever he got a little too enthusiastic with the new member of the household and quietly cheering whenever Lucy rumbled with a content purr, until it was well past midnight and Lucy was headbutting a tired Bucky’s snout before kneading and curling into his side.

Marshall had been there for it all, supervising everyone while I caught up on some well-overdue chores.

I was busy folding towels in the family room when an exhausted Rose shuffled over to wish me a good night.

“Patriarchal Marshall is putting Puppy Bucky and Spooky Lucy in the laundry,” she mumbled whilst giving me a tight hug. “I’ll leave my door open tonight to keep an ear out, but I think they’ll be okay.”

“Thanks to you,” I said, kissing her on the top of her head before letting her step back. “You did well with them today.”

A pleased flush bloomed over her cheeks. “I think it helped that Lucy Suzuki already knew me from the shelter.”

“Mm, you could be right,” I agreed, although I secretly believed that it had a lot more to do with who she was growing into as a person.

Generally, she was a whirling dervish of excitement, but her time volunteering at the shelter had taught her how effective quieter moments could be. She’d used that knowledge well tonight.

I was so proud of who she was becoming.

She let out a jaw-cracking yawn, then slow blinked at me. “I’m so glad I don’t have work tomorrow. I feel like I could sleep for the next month.”

I chuckled and nodded down the hall toward her room, relieved when I saw Marshall heading our way. “Go on, then. Night, Rosey.”

“Night, Daddy Danny,” she muttered before she stumbled toward her room. “Night, Party Marshy.”

“Night, Rose,” he said with a raised eyebrow in my direction and a mouthed that’s new over her shoulder when he hugged her.

Smiling at the sight of them together, I shrugged in response and refocused on the fitted sheet I was absolutely failing to fold correctly before giving up and scrunching it into a ball. It was clean, which was what mattered. Any creases would get stretched out when it was next used.

Marshall wrapped his arms around my waist as I tossed the clump of material on the neat pile of towels sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently to be put away in the linen closet.

I felt him vibrate against my back before he smothered a snort against my shoulder.

“You have a thing against fitted sheets?”

“They’re evil.”

“I can’t say that I disagree.” He squeezed my middle before turning me around and planting his lips against mine, humming softly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for hours.”

“Mm,” I agreed, letting my fingers trail up his sides. My thumbs dipped beneath his shirt to skim over his pebbling skin, pleased beyond measure when I felt him tremble. “I’ve been wanting a lot more than that for days.”

“Have you, now?” An amused exhale puffed over me as he nipped at my bottom lip. His hands dropped to my ass before he squeezed and pulled me against his rapidly filling cock. “Maybe we should do something about that, then.”

“Yes. That. Let’s do that.” Leaving the towels and sheets precisely where they were, I blindly backed away from the sofa and toward our bedroom, dragging him along with me. My hands flexed against his waist as we moved, keeping as little space between us as possible.

He nosed against my jawline before nibbling at my earlobe, purring against the feel of my beard, then chuckling when I stumbled in response to him biting down a little harder. “Maybe I should lead this waltz.”

A long groan rumbled from me when he used his grip on my ass to guide me backward, our lips sipping gently at each other as he swayed us from side to side and slow danced our way through the bedroom door, stopping only when I felt the mattress bump against the backs of my knees.

Humming, Marshall slid his hands up to my shoulders and applied the slightest pressure to get me to sit down. Once he was satisfied that I was where he wanted me, he stepped back and held up a finger in response to my whine. “Get naked while I lock the door.”

My fingers twitched in desire as I watched him shut the door, then flick the lock that I suspected would never keep Rose out if she was determined enough to gain access to our room before my brain registered what he’d instructed me to do.

As soon as it did, I tore off my sweater and shirt at the same time and tossed them to the side, then abruptly stalled when he turned around at the door and did the same.

My mouth watered at the expanse of skin on display in front of me before I licked my lips and let out a shaky exhale when his hooded eyes traced the movement.

“Do you like what you see?” Letting out a low moan, he tweaked his nipples before he slid his palms down his torso until his fingertips met the waistband of his jeans, toying at the button. “Do you want me to continue?”

Holy fuck, did I ever. Licking my lips again to catch any errant drool, I nodded rapidly.

He flicked the button free but held steady at the zip. “Then you need to finish doing what I told you to do.” Marshall lowered his eyes enough to peer at me through his lashes. “Every piece of clothing you lose, I’ll match.”

Groaning, I hurried to undo my jeans before lifting my ass to wiggle them and my boxers off.

I was nothing if not efficient when given the right motivation.

Marshall chuckled when I sat back down, eager for my show to begin, and gave my rock-hard cock a quick squeeze to stop it from getting too excited. “Socks, too, please.”

His chuckle became an outright laugh when I pouted.

“Not until you lose your pants,” I grumbled, giving my cock a tug, swiping my thumb over the slit to spread the precum already leaking everywhere.

“Why, of course,” Marshall responded, turning around to tease his jeans over his slim hips with his thumbs, catching his tight boxer briefs as he went, and peeking back over his shoulder at me with hooded eyes. “I did offer those terms, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you…,” I said, trailing off when his jeans popped past his ass, revealing his firm behind.

Was I drooling? I felt like I was drooling.

I lifted a hand to wipe at the corner of my lips.

Yup. Definitely drooling.

Grinning slyly, he tucked his cheek into his shoulder before he slowly bent over to drag his pants down his legs, gradually revealing each inch of his smooth, unblemished skin.

By the time he stepped out of his pants, his muscles shifting in such tantalizing ways that I felt mesmerized by every movement, I was a groaning mess.

Before he thought about rising, he took hold of his ass cheeks and pulled them apart for the briefest of moments, just long enough to give me a peek at what he was offering.

Goddamn I wanted in that tight little pink hole.

“Socks,” he chided, snapping me out of my haze, before he removed his own and slowly unfolded himself, making sure to keep his back to me. He grabbed his cheeks again and massaged them, letting them sneak apart once or twice to tease me.

“Gah….” I reluctantly let go of my dick and brought up one foot, then the other to divest myself of the offensive material, flinging them to the side so they could be found sometime next year.

When I looked up again, I found that Marshall had taken my distraction as an opportunity to approach and now stood in front of me, his gorgeous, flushed cock on proud display.

He ran his thumb down the length, pushing down until he reached the tip. He hovered there for a moment before he slid off, letting his cock rebound to thwack against his stomach.

I felt my fingers twitch with the need to touch him, but I also didn’t want to stop the show he was putting on for me, so I kept my hands to myself and waited for his next instruction.

“Scootch back, babe,” he murmured, tapping my shoulder. “I want to ride you.”

With whatever brain cells I had left working guiding me, I slid back until I was in the middle of the mattress, lay back, and gripped the base of my dick again as I watched him watch me.

A swell of pride swept through me when I realized that it didn’t look like I was the only one drooling.

Before climbing onto the bed after me, he stepped over to the bedside table nearest him. “Lube and condoms?”

“Bottom drawer, but not that one.” I tipped my chin at the other bedside table, never taking my eyes off him. “That one.”

Although I’d regularly bought plenty of lube over the last few years, I’d never been so glad that I’d bought a small box of condoms in a fit of rage after Jackson had left than I was right that second.

Though I’d been determined to hit the nearest club for a hookup in a misguided sense of revenge once I found myself single again, I’d not found myself in the position of using any.

There had never seemed to be enough hours in the day to get everything done around the farm and think about finding someone I could have some fun with, so the box remained unopened.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if it still had its plastic wrapping.