Page 39 of Wintering with George

“I have cum running down my thighs.”

“Gonna need another shower,” I teased him.

“Like I care,” he said with a deep sigh, turning his head to look over his shoulder, stretching toward me, wanting the kiss but liking me where I was, still buried to my balls in his ass.

When I kissed him, he bit my lip so I couldn’t pull free.

I loved that.

SEVEN

When we finally made it back downstairs, both of us having taken another shower because smelling like cum would not go unnoticed by the adults, Thomasin was throwing Kurt’s breakfast away.

“I was going to eat that,” he groused at her.

“It was a shriveled mess. You need a sandwich.”

“I wanted—wait. What kind of sandwich?”

I laughed at him, and he glared back, but it was hard for him to keep it up since he loved me and he was still in his post-sex glow.

“Did you just get laid?” Thomasin asked her brother.

“Yeah. Can you tell?”

She smiled at him. “Your face is flushed, and your pupils are huge. You look stoned.”

He wrapped me in his arms and pressed his face into my shoulder.

“He’s a bit stoned,” I told Thomasin.

Her face was hard to read, somewhere between happy and terrified. “He loves you, George, and normally I would threaten anyone else with bodily harm, but you… I’m far too fond of you, and I owe you so much, and⁠—”

“You don’t owe me anything,” I reiterated, hugging Kurt tight, pressing him to my chest. “I said it before, but I won’t say it again.”

We stared at each other.

“It’s a known thing,” I told her. “You’re my family. I’m going to marry him. So we’re not gonna talk about this again.”

Her breath caught. “You’re going to get married?”

“Yeah.”

She looked at me expectantly.

“Not today,” I said, growling at her.

Huge smile from her. “Oh, George, I just love you.”

No one had loved me. Not before Kurt. Not really. My friends did, but it wasn’t the same. Because only Kurt loving me had changed me. And I didn’t want to be changed, not at first. Loving people opened you up to all kinds of hurt and disappointment. Or so I thought.

But the thing was, lately, no one had been letting me down. Kurt didn’t. Never had. Hannah loved me, I would have been stupid not to know that, and she was constant in her adoration and devoted to my continued well-being. My friends and colleagues, they all cared deeply, and though none of us were big on communication, there were invitations that happened and checking in that was new. Loving Kurt had done something to my brain chemistry, and everyone knew it and saw it and appreciated the new and improved George Hunt.

If I wasn’t so happy, I’d be disgusted with myself.

It was terrifying to care and have people care in return. Super frightening to not want to disappoint others. I had no idea how people did it their whole lives. I had only been at it the last couple of years, and that shit was exhausting.

And now here was Thomasin staring at me, biting her trembling lower lip, unable to put the fear of God into me because she wanted me for her brother, and her family, so very desperately.