Page 42 of Secret Pucking Unicorn

“Next time we do this,” I say.

“There’s going to be a next time?” Dec says hopefully, nuzzling my ear and kissing a spot behind my ear I didn’t know connected to my girly parts. I tilt my head to give him more access.

“Yes. Oooh, that feels good. But not tonight. Yeah, feels good.” I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. I roll to face him and remember what I was talking about.

“Next time, we should use condoms or figure out better logistics.”

“Miranda, love, we’re in bed, naked. Why the hell are we talking logistics?”

“Because, my dear Declan, I’m lying in a wet spot and your stuff is leaking out of me and I’m sticky and icky.”

He looks confused, but the light dawns. “Oh, oh. Um, yeah.”

Jumping out of bed, gloriously naked, he rushes to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth and a towel.

“Okay, here’s the plan.” He turns on his bedside lamp and sits on the edge of the bed.

We had done everything by the light of the moon, and to have more light is jarring. All of those muscles and taut skin were touching me moments ago. I peek at his cock. Even soft, it’s impressive. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but…yeah…wow. It twitches and I startle.

“If you keep staring at him, he’ll wake up,” Dec says.

When my gaze darts to his face, he winks.

“Here’s a cloth in case you want to wipe off or whatever. I figured we could take a shower and then sleep in your bed?”

I nod.

“How about you go start the shower and I’ll join you in there?” I ask. I know we just had sex, but to do this with him here is way too intimate.

He gives me a sweet smile. He gets it. “Okay. See you in there.”

Being in locker rooms all the time must have made him comfortable being naked. Of course, if I looked that good without clothes, I’d strut my stuff too. He pushes the door partially closed to give me privacy and I quickly take care of what I need to. I’m not as comfortable walking around naked as Declan is. I need to wrap up in the towel to enter the bathroom.

The shower is running, and steam is filling the room.

“Be right there,” I tell Declan. “I’m gonna go in there,” I say, gesturing toward the toilet room.

Handing me the soap when I join him in the shower, he says, “If you wash my back. I’ll wash yours and your front. And everywhere else.”

Giggling, I take the soap and motion for him to turn around. I run the bar between my hands to get a lather going. I inhale the crisp, clean scent that reminds me of my favorite field after a fresh rain. And then run my hands over his shoulders and down the glorious muscles of his back. I can’t believe all of this is mine. I’m free to touch it, caress it, kiss it, and have it next to me in bed, holding me from now on. I’m afraid my alarm is about to go off and prove all of this was a dream. But, for now, I’m going to enjoy this. I want to remember it for the future.

Once I’m done with Dec’s back, he takes the soap and winks.

“Your turn, my beautiful Daisy.”

My heart melts at the use of my childhood nickname. The shower is equipped with rainfall shower heads. The warm water is streaming over both of us. Before he can get started soaping me up, I grab his left arm and turn it over in order to clearly see what is there on the inside of his wrist, normally hidden by his watch band. It’s a small white and yellow daisy bloom.

My throat tightens, and I cough to clear it. “When did you get this?” I ask over the sound of the water raining down on us.

“After you left for New Zealand. I wanted to have you with me.”

“Wanna know one of the first things I did when I got to New Zealand?”

When he nods, I hold up my right wrist, showing him the small tattoo of the blue bloom of a forget-me-not flower. The blue is the same shade as his eyes.

“I got this done to remind me of you. Your eyes are the same shade of blue and it reminds me of the field we would play in as kids. Those were the best times of my life.”

“Your life thus far,” he says. “There will be even better days ahead.”

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