Snowed In(manxman)

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Will woke with the dawn the next morning. His body was still humming and throbbing deliciously from the many times that Turner had loved him in the night. Will had had no idea that making love could feel as good and as tender as it had in Turner’s arms.

The sunlight through the window danced across the hard planes of Turner’s body as he laid sprawled out beside Will, the blankets slung haphazardly over his legs and barely covering his hips. Turner was truly something impressive.

Will felt a bit like a voyeur as he scanned Turner’s sleeping form. His eyes traced Turner’s tapered hips, his hard waist, his broad chest. He frowned when his eyes fell on a scar marring Turner’s chest. Turner had more than a few scars, some quite worse in appearance than this one but this one caught Will’s attention. It was clear that he’d been shot and the bullet had been very close to his heart and lungs

Who would shoot Turner? And why?

“Enjoying your view?”

Will smiled as he looked up and found that Turner had woke up and was grinning sleepily. Will feigned indifference and offered a small yawn, “It’s not too bad.”

Turner growled, pulled him down and kissed him long and lazily. Will groaned and relaxed against him, enjoying the way Turner’s tongue entwined with his own.

Slowly Turner pulled away, “Not too bad, huh?”

Will winked, “For an ol’ fella’ you look pretty good”

Turner laughed, “I have to go tend to the animals but when I get back you’ll pay for that.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Will replied.

The hunger in Turner’s eyes was plain to see and Will could tell he was forcing himself from the bed as he stood and slid into his pants. Will watched him dress and after one more slow kiss, Turner headed out the door.

Will stood slowly and stretched out his aching muscles. He had no idea how Turner was moving so easily this morning. Will’s entire body was feeling the effects of Turner’s loving the night before… the man was insatiable; not that Will was complaining.

He pulled on his pants and boots and went to the fire to stoke it up and add a bit of wood. He stood in front of that warmth a moment before making his way back into the kitchen and building up a fire in the stove. He was starving and he was sure that Turner had worked up a nice appetite as well.

When Turner returned an hour later, Will had eggs and biscuits ready and waiting on him, “Can I eat before I teach you that lesson?” Turner asked as he came up behind Will and buried his wet nose in his neck.

Will gasped and pulled away from him, “Yeah, you’ll need your energy and I’d like to give you some time to warm up.”

“Speaking of warming up, there’s something we need to talk about,” Turner admitted with a sigh as he sat down and Will put a plate in front of him.

“Okay,” Will sat down across from him and scooped some eggs onto his fork, “What’s on your mind?”

Turner stared down at his food a moment and when he looked up at Will, the eggs Will had just swallowed rolled slowly in his stomach, “I had to go to town to get your medicine the other day and while I was there I saw Thompson.”

Will sat down his fork as his fists clenched, “Did he talk to you?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Are you friends or something?” Will wasn’t sure why he asked that or why he was snapping at Turner but there was simply something about hearing Thompson’s name that made him uneasy.