Knots by An illustrated practical guide to the essential knot types & their uses

Author:An illustrated practical guide to the essential knot types & their uses [types, An illustrated practical guide to the essential knot & uses, their]
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Chapter 11

Sometimes it was in the quiet moments, the mundane tasks, when Jeanie seemed most connected to him.

She’d done their laundry this morning, and these contented sighs kept emanating out of her, making his dick hard.

He rewarded her accordingly—a sash around her neck, him tugging on it a little as he gave her oral until she came on his tongue.

But now, walking inside the grocery store, she kept giving him fleeting, shy glances.

Her eyes roamed down to their clasped hands, and she swallowed with a guilty look affixed in place.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She squeezed his hand with hers. “It’s nothing.”

“Jeanie . . .”

She stopped walking and exhaled, then allowed her head to sag. “I just noticed that even the small things you do are so different. I hadn’t thought about it before—with every guy I’ve ever held hands with, mine was always in front, leading. Almost like I was treating them like a small child. And it felt odd to have my hand behind yours, but so right that it’s insane. My heart started pounding when I realized you could yank me about wherever you want.”

He smiled and kissed the back of her hand while keeping their fingers entwined. “That’s as it should be.”

Her eyes welled up. “Why do I get so teary-eyed over the little stuff?”

“It’s all new to you. There’s nothing wrong with being touched by the little things. Those are the threads that make up the fabric of who we are together.”

“God, Mark. I love the sound of that.”

He cupped the back of her neck with his free hand, pulled her into a kiss and then led her inside the store, smiling like an idiot.

“Get anything you want,” he said, grabbing a grocery cart.

She gave him a look of concern. “You know I already feel guilty about not paying for my portion, but I know it’ll earn me a bacon slap if I try to do that, so I won’t even try. But I don’t know how to get over stuff like this.”

“You’re thinking it’s unequal, but it’s not. Just having you in my home, at my side, is worth paying for a few measly groceries.” He moved them over to the first aisle. “And I’d do more than a bacon slap if you tried to pay for your food. I’d probably have to give you a few forced orgasms.”

She stiffened for a moment, then grabbed an item off the shelf and placed it in the basket.

The more she shopped, the more she relaxed.

It was interesting to see what she liked to eat. He wondered how many of these items she bought were more because Pono liked them, rather than herself.

He’d watch her during the week to see what she actually ate and didn’t from the items she picked out.

“Do you like stir fry?” he asked, motioning to some fresh chopped veggies.

“Love it.” Her shoulders moved down about an inch as she took a deep breath and blew it out like she was relieved they both had something in common.