“Thank you, Stone. Seriously. Just… thank you,” he gushes while holding Whitney in his arms like a baby, rubbing her belly. There’s no doubt she loves it; she’s purring so damn loud.

“No need to thank me, baby. Want to go see the field?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, I do. Let’s go.” He stands, placing Whitney back onto the ground. “You guys gotta stay here. Daddy and daddy gotta go outside for a bit.”

We both laugh as we leave the room. Barreling down the stairs, I take his hand once we reach the bottom and lead him out the back door, which is through the kitchen. The sky is almost completely dark now, but I think I like it better this way. Once we get into the field, he looks over at me, his lip curled into a grin.

“What’s all this?” he asks, pointing to the wooden crate I have placed in the grass.

“Oh, that?” I reply, feigning innocence. “Figured we could, you know, set the mood. Make it feel like old times.” Bending down, I grab the blanket out of the crate, unfolding it and laying it on the ground. Next, I take out the two pillows I shoved in there, putting them on the blanket. “Come on. Shoes off.”

We both kick off our shoes in a hurry, stepping onto the blanket. Our bodies gravitate toward one another instantly. We find our way to our knees without ever breaking our lips apart. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he pulls away only long enough to rip my shirt over my head, tossing it behind him. The air is suddenly thick with need and lust, and the only thing I care about right now is feeling his blazing hot skin against mine.

We waste no time kicking off the rest of our clothes, until we’re both completely naked. It’s August in Texas, so it’s a warm night with no breeze. As if instinctual, both of us reach for the other’s cock, stroking and teasing. His hand on me, sliding up and down my length, feels otherworldly. It’s been a long two months without him. A lot of nights spent with my hand, dying to feel his touch instead.

Our kisses are playful and sloppy. I’m living for them. He nips my bottom lip, causing me to gasp before running his tongue across it soothingly. Moving onto my neck, he nips and sucks his way along the left side until he reaches my ear, flicking his tongue out before pulling it between his teeth. As he’s doing this, I slap his hand away from my cock, taking us both in my hand—or trying to.