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“You haven’t today, so you can lay it on thick now. How much do you love me?” She sticks her chin out waiting for an answer.
“I love you like a baseball player runs the bases chasing after a fucking cupcake.”
TWENTY-THREE
SAWYER
IT’S MOVING DAY.
Although, it’s not a normal moving day. Yes, we are moving to another city and state, we are only bringing clothes and some personal items with us. We shipped my car, with a bunch of stuff packed in it, and we’re driving Gunnar’s Jeep with a few suitcases. Other than that, all of our furniture will stay in our San Diego residence and the interior designer that I’ve been working with for the past month has promised that our new home will be ready for our arrival tomorrow.
We decided to stay in a hotel as soon as we got into Phoenix tonight, and to meet with Julia, our relator tomorrow for breakfast before we officially move into our new home, the home that we got together. Our interior designer left our keys with Julia, so it was also when we would officially get those.
We arrived in at the Andaz Hotel in Scottsdale and checked into our bungalow. We went downstairs to the restaurant, which was a giant glass encased living room style dining area, on the outdoor patio was seating surrounding fire pits as well as standard tables. There were people sitting here and there, so we chose to sit outside, since the temperature was warm and welcoming.
I ordered seared scallops, grilled asparagus for dinner, and melted into my seat with each delicious bite as Gunnar ordered a rib-eye steak and fumbled around with trying to cut his meat. After a few minutes of silent laughter, I took his plate and cut his steak into bite-sized pieces for him.
“I’m just keeping you on your feet,” Gunnar jokes as I pass his plate back in front of him.
“Very funny, just remember you are experiencing challenges with certain simple things in life. If you didn’t have me cutting up your meat what would you do?” I ask.
“I would eat it like a caveman. I’d pick it up with the fork and just take a bite out of it.” He grabs his fork and stabs one of the bite-sized pieces that I cut up and holds it out to me. “Imagine that this is a huge chunk of meat instead of this tiny little piece. I’m a giant, eating a full size piece of steak.” He enacts in slow motion taking an exaggerated bite out of his meat, yet eating the entire piece in one bite.
“How though, prey tell - is that keeping me on my feet?” I ask.
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure. I was going to say something along the lines of getting you ready to cut our children’s meat, but that would have sounded pretty bad with the thoughts that I’ve been having about you all day.”
“You know, parents have dirty thoughts too.” I tell him.
“Not the kind that I was having at that moment.” He looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows.
“Do I even want to know?” I ask him.
“How about I show you later?” He winks as he takes another exaggerated bite out of his steak.
AS SOON AS we get back to our room and the door is shut, with one hand Gunnar pushes me against the wall, glides his hand down the length of my torso and leans into me.
“How about I show you what I was thinking earlier?” He says as he peppers my shoulder with soft kisses.
“I can go for that,” I say in an exhale leaning my head back against the wall.
His lips make their way up my neck and meet with my own while he turns our bodies and we move together towards the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
My hands roam along his muscular back, grasping at the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. We get the shirt caught awkwardly on his cast, but keep the momentum up, in a moment, he’s shirtless, and I’m working on his pants.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… I’m running the show tonight,” he says as he bats my hand away with his good hand.
I remove my hands. “Do what you wish.”
“I’m going to instruct you on what to do, are you okay with relinquishing control and submitting to my demands?” He asks backing up.
“As long as this isn’t going to result in a butt plug in my ass, slapping a saddle on me and riding me around like a trick pony, I think this can be managed.”
“Can you be serious?” He asks, his voice dipping low in baritone.
“I can.” I nod my head.
“Good. Now, remove your shirt. Slowly.” I do as he requests as he sits down. “Take off your sandals; drop them from the tips of your fingers. Now remove your pants, and I want your fingers to dip into the waistband your panties, and slowly pull them down.”
