Page 35 of Natalie's Nighthawk

She laughed. “Is David giving you the third degree?”

“And then some.”

“I’ll probably get the same from Maddie.”

“Ugh. Before you know it, the whole town will know our business.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she teased, sitting up to kiss his shoulder. “It may take a whole week to reach theentiretown.”

“Ha ha. Very funny,” he said lightheartedly as he lunged for her. She let him wrestle her back onto the bed, laughing as they fell into each other. Then he was kissing her again, and all she could manage was a sigh. But way too soon, he lifted his head and looked down at her.

“I’m starving.”

“Aww, does the poor growing boy need sustenance?” She reached down and wrapped her hand around his erection. He moaned.

“Fuck, Natalie! What you do to me.” Before she knew it, he was inside her again. She met him thrust for thrust, reveling in the feeling of him moving within her. All too soon, she was climaxing, Graham soon following.

When their pounding hearts slowed, Graham suggested they hop in the shower before making breakfast. Natalie had always wanted to try shower sex and before long their hearts were racing again as the water sprayed them.

Thoroughly sated, they threw on some clothes and headed for the kitchen where they prepared a quick repast of eggs and bacon for their required sustenance.

The snow had tapered off as they slept but had left a foot covering the ground and it was enchanting, trees, still with their colorful canopy, draped in white. While it was beautiful, Natalie wasn’t looking forward to digging out. Maddie sometimes had trouble in the snow with her prosthetic, so Natalie often cleared both the driveways while Maddie did the porch and sidewalk.

As they sat to eat, Graham asked, “So, what do you want to do today?”

She didn’t know why but it surprised her he wanted to spend the day with her. “You don’t have to go to work?”

“Nope. I’m all yours.”

She grinned, pleased she would have some more time with him.

She grinned at the notion of having more time with him and pondered what she wanted to do with him today; most of her ideas involved the bed … the couch ... the floor; or the kitchen table where they were currently enjoying their meal. She blushed at the direction her thoughts were taking. She answered quickly so he wouldn’t guess where her mind had gone. “The whole town is probably shut down today, there won’t be much we can do.”

“I’m sure we can think of a few things,” he winked at her. Obviously, his thoughts were on the same track as hers.

She blushed again. “I … I should probably clear the driveways before it freezes too much.”

“Sounds like fun!”

“Oh, I’m not asking you to help. …” she broke off when he placed a finger on her lips.

“I want to help.”

Together, they cleaned up the breakfast dishes then bundled up to face the snow, Graham thankful that he’d remembered to grab his go bag before joining Natalie in her studio since it held clothes for any kind of weather.

Natalie trudged through the knee-high snow to her garage to get the shovels. By the time she reached the garage, Graham was already there waiting for her, laughing. What had been challenging for her to trudge through had been nothing for his six-foot-two frame. “Laugh it up, fuzzball!” she taunted.

“What took you so long?”

“Very funny,” she groaned as she unlocked the door. “I can’t help it that I’m short.”

He grabbed her up against him, lifting her slightly out of the snow. “Short and sweet, just the way I like you.” He gave her a full-on smack on the lips before releasing her. “Whoa,” he blurted as he glanced in her garage.

Not the most organized garage, it held what she needed it to hold; her gardening equipment in one corner, a small workbench with the tools she used to make her canvasses of all sizes and the supplies – lengths of 1 x 2-inch boards and rolls of canvas material to assemble the canvasses. In here she could make any size of canvas she required. “Guess you really do need your own studio,” he mused.

“Oh, shut up. It works for me.”

“But what if you need some of your art supplies and your tiny little legs can’t get through all the snow?”

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