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“Exactly.”

Jack took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “So you like my idea?”

“You fill it up while I get us some drinks. Once we get comfortable, we’ll probably stay for a while.” I nudged him back to the tub and turned around.

“Just one more thing,” Jack stopped me. “About the not breaking anything part. Maybe we shouldn’t fuck in the guest bed. It’s not as sturdy as it looks.”

I laughed as I made my way to the kitchen. He wasmuchhornier than I thought. How lucky was I?

I turnedon some ethereal music on my phone and placed it on the sink. It was the final touch we needed to make this feel like the spa experience we wanted. The tub was steaming, and two large glasses of sparkling water with lemons floating in them were waiting for us on the small oak stool next to the tub.

Jack was already naked, showing off his tight butt cheeks as he climbed into the tub. The bubbling water welcomed him with open arms, making his dick float as he lay down.

I followed his example and finally got undressed. I threw my shirt on the pile of clothes by the door and took off my briefs.

Jack blushed at the sight of my dick. He quickly forced his gaze out the window, but the side-eye he gave me made it clear he wanted to look.

“Did you blush like that when you blew me yesterday?” I asked, making my way over to him.

“It was dark under the blanket.” He turned his head further away as I lifted my leg over the edge, showing everything I had. “And now that I’ve seen it, I wonder how I ever fit it in my mouth.”

“You flatterer. It’s nothing compared to yours.”

“You still can’t say it’s small. And you aren’t even hard right now.” He held his hand beside it. “See? Almost as big as my palm, and I’ve been told I have gigantic paws.”

Bubbles rose in the water, tickling my skin as soon as I touched it. I sat down with my back to him, nestling between his legs and resting my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

We gazed out the window. The blizzard had regained its strength, swirling snow around the pines. We could only guess where the mountain was in the background. The warmth of the water, combined with Jack’s touch, relaxed me as we marveled at the mighty power of Mother Nature.

The jets filled the bathroom with a calming roar. The water flowed up and down our skin, massaging it with just the right amount of pressure. However, the best part was that it pushed Jack’s dick into my back.

“So, is it like you’ve expected it to be?” I asked.

“What exactly?” Jack draped his arms over my torso, running his fingers over my skin. “The tub, the bubbles, or not having to take a bath alone?”

“All of it?”

“It’s like a dream come true.” Jack sprayed some water on my chest because it wasn’t completely covered. “How about you?”

“My best Christmas in years.” I ran my hand over his arms to give him back some of the serenity he had given me. “What would you have done today if this hadn’t happened?”

“I would have visited some people who would otherwise be alone, like Mrs. Candice and a handful of others. Up until three years ago, there was a small Christmas party at the community center, but the organizer got sick and couldn’t do it anymore. I thought about taking over, but...” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Back then, I couldn’t bring myself to take on the responsibility, and now it feels like that train has left the station.”

“No one else wanted to do it?”

“Who could? Most people here are either too old or so loaded up with work that they’re already troubled enough celebrating with their families. Besides, I have the feeling that they enjoy having me to themselves for a while.”

“It’s a good thing what you’re doing.”

“I try to see it that way as well.”

I frowned. “Isn’t it?”

Jack exhaled all the air from his lungs. His arms clung tighter to me. “It’s good. Definitely. These people have no one, and their gratitude makes me feel good, too. It’s just not how I imagined my life to be.”

I wasn't sure if I should ask about it or not. We'd avoided talking about how we ended up in Seastone whenever the opportunity presented itself, and maybe it would have been better to keep it that way.

I held his arms. “It’s probably no consolation to you, but I didn’t see myself working as a dog and house sitter either. It was still the right thing to do. I wouldn’t have experienced walking through a blizzard. I wouldn’t have met a grandmother who is way too interested in gay romances. I wouldn’t have gotten butterflies again when I kissed you. And damn it, I wouldn’t have gotten plowed last night for the first time in years.”

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