A grunt is all the response I receive as she continues to stare over her shoulder into the floor-length mirror, trying to remove the giant splinter from her ass.
Yep, a literal splinter, courtesy of last night’s barn excursion.
“You know, I could probably make this ordeal a lot less painful and pluck it out for you.” I settle at the edge of the bed, making myself comfortable to enjoy the show. There’s no way I could ever contort myself into her twisted position.
Call me impressed.
She’s naked but for a bright pink sports bra and matching thong. Her hair is a freshly washed mat of tangles draped over one shoulder, and the booze she drank last night is making itself known in the dark circles framing her eyes and the lack of color in her cheeks. Despite our momentous reunion last night, my girl does not seem to be living her best life today.
She releases a loud breath and the tight grip on her ass cheek at the same time. The way it jiggles has me fighting the urge to bite the already inflamed skin. Jesus, she’s turned me into a fucking savage.
“You mean the way you should have plucked the damn hay from my hair before we came stumbling through the front door at one this morning?”
I can’t help but laugh, remembering how mortified she was when we walked in to find my mother sitting in my dad’s recliner, knitting needles working while she waited up for us. The nosy woman all but called us out on our romp.
“I was about to send Pops out there lookin’ for the two of you, afraid y’all got eaten by coyotes or something…” Her eyes rove over our disheveled appearance. “From the looks of it, it’s a good thing I didn’t.”
The moment I catch sight of the expression on my mother’s face, I know that she knows. It takes my tipsy, sex-drunk wife, however, a little longer to catch on.
“Sorry, Nadine. We just lost track of the time reminiscing about the good old days.” Nya’s hold tightens around my arm, and she smiles up at me like we’re sharing some illicit secret.
Ahh to be so naive.
“Mmmm.” Momma’s brow lifts, and she smiles knowingly. “So that’s what the kids are calling it these days?” She makes a few more loops before finding a stopping point, wrapping the yarn around her knitting needles and placing them into the basket beside her chair. Her robe has come untied, so she takes a second to tighten the band into a nice bow.
Alarm starts to creep in with the furrow of Nya’s brow. “Yeah…” she agrees. “Just… you know… trying to remind ourselves of why we fell in love in the first place. Traveling down memory lane and all that…”
Momma gets up from her seat and crosses the room, stopping to stand just in front of us. Her hand lifts to pluck a piece of straw from my wife’s tangled mane. She examines it closely then removes a few more. “Guess you found what you were lookin’ for then?”
I snort, and Nya’s head bobs slowly. “Yeah… I think so. I feel closer to Liam than ever.”
Momma nods, trying not to laugh. She’s such a shit. There’s no question where I got my sarcastic nature. “Crazy to think what you went searchin’ for’s been under your nose all this time.”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t have to traumatize my horses to find it.” Momma winks, and my wife responds with a sharp inhale, realization finally dawning on her.
I glare at my mother, begging with my eyes for her to stop while she’s ahead. “We’re gonna just go on up to bed.” There’s an unspoken “you should do the same” hanging in the air between us.
“Good night, children.” Momma kisses each of our cheeks then floats off to her own room with a shit-eating grin she can’t, or won’t, wipe from her face.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I hadn’t noticed the nest in your hair, but trust me, she’d have known anyway.”
“How?” Her arms cross on her chest, bunching her tits up, making it damn near impossible to focus on anything else.
“Because…” I rise to my feet and join her in front of the closet, slipping my arms around her waist and drawing her to my chest. I trail my nose along the bend of her neck, enjoying the way she shivers in my hold. “You looked downright sassified.”
She snorts. “Ohhh-kay, Clarence Carter.” Her eyes roll like it’s some imagined thing as she slithers out of my hold. This is one of those times I wish she could see herself through my eyes.
“It’s true. Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes sparkled like you’d just seen the stars…which you had. Your clothes were rumpled and covered in dirt and wood shavings. And your smile.” I clutch her chin, tugging at her lower lip. “Jesus.” Leaning in, I feather kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other. “That satiated smile is one I plan to see make a reappearance very soon, and often.”
For a brief moment her lids flutter and her breathing escalates. My dick stands at attention, ready to report for duty and make good on my promise.
“Yeah?” She twists out of my embrace. “Maybe you should hold off on trying to seduce me until we’ve dealt with removing this stick from my ass?”
“Right,” I say, biting back laughter. “Bend forward and place your palms flat on the ground.”
“Downward dog?”
“Wha—?”
“The yoga position…”
I shrug. “Face down, ass up, babe… Call it whatever fancy name you want.”
Once she’s gotten into place, I completely forget the task at hand. Instead I stare at the globes of her ass and the delicate curve of her hips. The column of her spine, where I’d love nothing more than to trail my tongue.
“What are you doing?” she asks, peeking up at me from under her arm. “This isn’t exactly comfortable, you know.” Her voice is strangled from her bent position.
“Right. Sorry… got distracted.”
“Well, get undistracted, please, before all of the blood in my body settles in my head.”
“On it.” I retrieve the purple-handled tweezers from the dresser then try to locate a spot where I can grip the sliver of wood, but it’s completely embedded in her flesh. “It’s in there deep. I can’t get it.” Defeated, I toss the tweezers back on the dresser.
“Can’t you just squeeze it to the surface with your thumbs or something?”
“Babe. I’m serious. Your ass swallowed this thing up.”
“This isn’t funny.” Her voice is panicked and shaky.
“Want me to get mom and see if she can do it?”
“What?” she shrieks, popping back up to her feet. “Hell, no!”
“Ya got two choices…Momma, or the urgent care.”
Three hours, a local anesthetic, small incision, and tetanus shot later, my wife and I are on our way back to my parent’s house with a one-inch sliver of wood in a plastic baggy as a souvenir.
“So,” Dr. Tate hedges. “Your legs are touching, and you aren’t looking like you want to flay each other alive this morning. I take that as a sign the trip to Texas went well?”
Nya’s cheeks flame.
“Why are you blushing, Nya?”