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Kit yawned walking into his and Jude's room, scratching his jaw as he crawled into the bed next to her where she was reading. "Are ya mad?"

Jude rolled her eyes as she smirked. "Why would I be mad? Ya have to work late tomorrow. That's not yar fault. The babies and I will be fine trick or treating by ourselves." She reached over and pinched his chin affectionately without removing her eyes from her book. "By the time we're all done, ya'll be back to raid through their candy like every other Halloween."

"Yes, but I'm with ya every other Halloween to maintain their sugar manias." Kit reminded her as she turned a page. "And, I'm there to make sure nobody does anything untoward to ya. Mr. Ellis down the road has been eyeing ya up, and I don't like ya being out by yarself."

"Kit, baby, I'll be with the kids. It's Halloween." Jude sighed, setting her book aside determining she wasn't going to get through anymore with Kit's concerns. "I doubt he's gonna make moves on me with a bunch of kids around, with his wife walking around, and knowing that I'm yar girl." She cupped his face her hands with a reassuring smile. "I'll probably end up walking with the Whaley's anyway. The babies and their kids could find each other from separate ends of a national forest without a compass." She pecked his lips. "What's got ya so worried? Ya nevah seem bothered when I go out on my own or with the kiddos."

Kit huffed out a breath. "I'm not. But, yar usually out in the daylight and on a route that goes by the shop." He kissed her palm. "Just be careful for me, will ya?"

"Course, I will." Jude agreed before sensing the tension leave his shoulders. She nipped at his nose before reaching for her lamp. "C'mon, ya got a long day tomorrow. We should get some sleep."

"Tell me," Kit prodded as they both settled under the covers, wrapping his arm around her as her head laid back against his shoulder. When her back settled into his side, she took his hand into both of hers, playing with his fingers. "Are ya still going to wear the costumes we bought?"

Jude smirked. "Well, I can't really wear it now that ya won't be wearing yars."

"That's a shame. I've been looking forward to seeing ya as a cowgirl." Kit sighed, picturing Jude in boots and a hat with a lasso rope slinking between her fingers. "Oh, the things I'd do to ya."

Jude giggled, reaching back and smacking his belly playfully. "What haven't ya done to me? Besides, who says I didn't have something else planned to wear with the costume?" She grinned when Kit's body went rigid behind her. "Goodnight, baby."

"No, no, no, Jude," Kit backtracked, wrapping himself around her back. "Ya can't do this to me, darling. What are ya wearing?" He caressed her through his clothes that had now become hers, hand slipping inside the waistband of the sweatpants to tease her through her panties. "C'mon, darling, tell me what yar wearing. Give me a hint."

Jude whimpered into her pillow. "Kit, yar playing dirty."

Kit kissed behind her ear. "It's the only way I get anything most days. I need to win an argument every now and then."

"Not this time." Jude panted.

Kit flung himself onto his back, Jude's body falling back against his side as he stared up at the ceiling. "Ya play filthy."

"Yeah, and I look forward to yar filth tomorrow when we get back." Jude hummed in amusement.

Jude decided to treat Kit a little bit and put on part of her costume for breakfast. Well, sort of. A pair of jeans and a belt buckle wasn't exactly 'going all out' for Halloween, but she rarely wore jeans. Considering the look on Kit's face when he walked into the kitchen for breakfast, she figured it was time to start wearing them more if only for the silent compliment of drool he provided. She'd thrown a white t-shirt on over her 'other' costume.

Truth be told, Lana helped her pick it out. After her visit for the babies' birthdays, she and Lana had become fast phone friends, talking for hours sometimes if work and family life allowed. When she'd told Lana Kit had wanted to dress up for Halloween as cowboy and cowgirl, Lana's mind quickly went to the gutter. Before she knew it, Jude found a package of lingerie magazines from her in brown paper. While Jude wasn't a prude, she'd never bought lingerie with a particular man in mind, so thinking about what Kit would appreciate as much as he'd want to rip it off of her was a task she'd found herself happy to be in.

Considering Kit always seemed to like colors on her, especially red, Jude had made that decision pretty easily. Unfortunately, she seemed to forget how popular the color red was when it came to seducing a man. The options were endless, but she had finally decided on a red lace teddy that was form fitting enough to put on under the jeans and t-shirt. The deep V of fabric that covered her bikini line went up so high it left her hips bare and left her ass completely exposed to the denim of her pants. Even though that meant she had to worry about her shirt rising to reveal something embarrassing, just the feel of it as she moved about the kitchen made her giddy to see his reaction tonight.

"Jude," Thomas began, voice muffled with his mouth full, "can I put on my costume now?"

"Hey, ask when ya've swallowed yar food." Kit ordered before swallowing his own bite.

Jude rolled her eyes at the two. "Ya can put yar costume on after ya've finished breakfast and have washed yar hands really good. It has to make it through the whole day so it's suitable for tonight when we go out." She took a sip of her coffee as she felt Kit's hand slid up the inside of her thigh from where she was standing next to him. She cupped the back of his neck gently before discretely pinching his ear, making him yelp before he pulled his hand away. "So, ya heathens need to be on yar best behavior so I don't need to sow any costumes back together."

Kit nodded in agreement. "Right, Jude already has enough of my clothes to patch up." He stood to put his dishes in the sink. When he turned, he leaned back against the counter to enjoy the view of his girlfriend in the ass hugging jeans that seemed to fit her like a glove.

Jude enjoyed her coffee as the kids finished their breakfast, very aware of Kit's eyes far below her eye line. She smirked as she drank her coffee and ordered the kids to the bathroom to clean up before she turned to him. "The way ya've been staring at my ass makes me wanna take ya to confession."

"I'm not that religious," Kit grinned before pushing off the counter and kissing Jude's nose, "but I don't think admiring God's craftsmanship of an ass like yars is confession worthy. I'm sure he'd understand exactly why I suddenly have an urge to buy out the country's denim supply."

"Let me guess. A witch and a ghost." Kit grinned over at Charlie.

Charlie flushed with a shake of his head. "I wish. Vicky wants us to dress up as Sonny and Cher."

Kit chuckled before ducking back down into the car he was working on. "At least, ya've got a chance of singing better than him. I got Jude to agree to dressing up as a cowgirl. Not sure she'll wear it since I'm staying late, but she looked damn good this morning in the jeans we got for the costume."

"Yar staying late again?" Charlie frowned. "Kit, man, ya need to learn how to say no to Jerry. Ya stay late more than anybody else here."

"I got two kids and a girlfriend I wanna buy a ring for." Kit smirked, wiping off his hands on a rag. "I gotta reason to work late more. Speaking of which," he glanced into the office to see Jerry at his desk, "I gotta talk to him. Brooks truck is ready for a fluid check." Once he got the nod of acknowledgement from Charlie, he jogged over to Jerry's office, knocking on the door. "Hey, Jer, what time is Ed coming in with his truck tonight?"

Jerry snapped his fingers before glancing around his desk, snatching the note he'd made for himself. "Said around 6. Listen, if he asks for more than an oil change, ya tell him to leave the truck and pick it up tomorrow or to make another appointment. I don't want ya staying here all hours just to please that fucker. Ya got a family at home. It's Halloween. I appreciate ya just hanging around for the oil change."

Kit shrugged. "I don't mind the job. It's relatively simple, straight-forward, and the worst that can happen is a car dying. I won't complain about that."

"That's why I like ya working here." Jerry grinned before pulling out an envelope. "So, I'm gonna give ya yar bonus early. Just promise ya won't up and move away and quit on me. If ya do that, I gotta rewrite my will to whose getting this place when I keel over, and I'd rather not pay a lawyer to do that."

"Wow, thanks, Jerry." Kit breathed before taking the envelope, eyes widening at the thickness in it. "Holy shit, Jer. Did ya rob a bank? This is too much."

Jerry belly laughed with a shake of his head. "No, it's right. That car of mine ya pretty much stripped and rebuilt sold. I figured at least half that money is yars. A little extra for yar year end bonus. Use that money to get that woman of yars a ring, take a trip somewhere, spoil yar kids. Whatever. Ya deserve that money, Walker. Now," he stood from his desk and jutted his chin back out to the shop, "ya better hide that, cause it looks like Jude brought yar lunch."

Kit turned, slipping the envelope into his pocket, to indeed find Jude talking with Charlie with his bagged lunch in her hand. She'd apparently asked Charlie where he was, because Jude turned to the office and headed his way with a simple tilt of Charlie's head. He smiled at her as she approached. "Hey, darlin," he glanced down her body quickly, admiring both her and the long brown coat Lana had sent for her birthday hanging down her frame and ending mid calf. "Lana did good."

"She did." Jude agreed before pecking his lips in greeting. She held up the paper bag. "I put extra in for later in case ya get hungry before ya come home. Not sure how late yar working tonight."

"If he's not home before seven, ya call me. I'll come down and send him home myself." Jerry chimed in with a wink as he threw on his coat. "Always a pleasure to see ya, Miss Jude. I hate to run, but my wife signed us up for some volunteer run or bake sale or something God awful that she'll laugh at me for." He clapped Kit's shoulder as he passed. "Lock up before ya leave tonight. If Ed isn't here but quarter after six, head home."

"Good to see ya, Jer." Jude smiled before looking up at Kit as Jerry walked away. "Did I interrupt a good or bad talk?"

Kit grinned, resting his hands on her hips under the jacket. "It was a very good talk. Year end bonus, so we're ready for Christmas." He caressed her side, frowning when he felt something other than skin beneath the t-shirt. "What is that?"

Jude flushed before shrugging. "What do ya mean?"

"What do I mean? Jude," Kit glanced over at Charlie, seeing he was still busy with the truck, before applying more pressure to Jude's side. It not only confirmed what he felt before, but he caught the small triumphant smirk on Jude's lips before she pursed them together. "Ya minx, ya know exactly what I'm talking about. What are ya wearing?"

Jude bit her lip, smiling despite herself as she brushed off the front of his coveralls. "I told ya last night. I had a little something extra planned for yar Halloween treat." She giggled when his forehead dropped to hers, heard his soft groan only loud enough for her to hear. "But, it's not time for that. I should probably head back home."

Kit held her tighter against him, lips grazing her ear. "Ya better be ready for me when I get home. Tire the kids out. Send'em to the neighbors. I don't care which." He cupped her ass, pulling her against him even more and causing her to gasp. "I hope ya weren't planning on sleeping tonight."

"Just get home as soon as ya can." Jude nearly panted before pecking his lips and heading for the exit.

Jude felt as horny as the day she'd spent with those God damn metal balls inside her waiting for Kit to come home and fuck her out of her misery. This time, however, it was lace and Kit's promised threat that sent a small tremor through her thighs as she and Mrs. Whaley walked together while the kids ran from house to house with their bags of candy. "So, has Kit made any more attempted proposals since your friend Lana came to town a few months ago?" She asked.

"No," Jude chuckled softly, "makes me think he finally is going to ask when we're not in bed. He hasn't even been hinting at it though. So, we'll see. But, what about ya and yar hubby? You two were talking about expanding yar brood."

Mrs. Whaley rolled her eyes. "Like we need another one, but God I want another."

Jude smiled before bumping her side into hers. "If ya want it, go far it. It's an amazing thing, having kids, and not all women get the chance." She shrugged her shoulders. "I would've loved to have babies, but it wasn't in the cards. Luckily, I found someone who already had'em."

"Ya would've made beautiful babes, Jude." Mrs. Whaley gushed. "Vin and I just need to figure out how to get all the kiddos to sleep and have them stay asleep. Hard to make babies when your other kids keep interrupting if ya know what I mean."

"We've only got two at the house, and some nights it seems like it's an impossible task." Jude agreed. "If ya ever want to have a night to yarselves, let me know. Kit and I would be happy to have the kids over. It's the least we can do considering Thomas and Julia seem to be at yar house every weekend."

"Well, now that yar offering," Mrs. Whaley began, biting her lip nervously, "do ya think ya could watch the kids for a couple hours tonight? After trick or treating? If ya can't, I completely understand. It's just Vin planned a special dinner for tonight."

Jude cut her off with a wave of her hand and a smile. "Crystal, honey, it's not a problem. Kit and I will take the kids, set them up with the radio or a game or something. They'll have a ball."

"Oh, Jude, yar the best. I promise, only a few hours. I'll be by to pick them up at ten by the latest." She squeezed Jude's hand.

"Take all the time ya need." Jude laughed, squeezing back. "If he does his job right, he'll be coming to get the kids while yar waiting for yar legs to work properly again."

Trick or treating finished shortly after, she and Mrs. Whaley trailing behind the kids back to their houses. With an understanding that the kids would change before coming over, they split ways. Jude giggled to herself as Thomas and Julia marveled over the large bags of candy they were carrying, the handles threatening to fall off from the weight of their sugar loot. As the kids rushed through the door, she saw Kit come over to greet them before peering out at her through the screen door.

Kit grinned, leaning against the doorframe as Jude climbed the front steps. "Now, what are ya dressed up as, young lady?"

Jude laughed, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "Just yar girlfriend, Mr. Walker. Think I might need to dress like this more often. I thought I broke yar brain this morning with how long yar mouth was open staring at my backside." She pulled open the door, frowning when Kit blocked her from entering. "What are ya-"

"It's Halloween, Miss Martin." Kit reminded her with a smirk. "I believe ya have to say something before ya get yar treat."

Jude blushed with a roll of her eyes before she heard the Whaley screen door slam shut, the sound of the kids rushing their way reminding her that Kit wouldn't be thrilled with her tonight. Before she could warn him, the Whaley children started rushing up to their door with 'hi's and 'thank you's. While she bit her lip, the smile from Kit's face dropped and his accusatory eyes zeroed in on her. She shrugged with an awkward twist of her hips. "Trick or treat?"

"What did ya do?" Kit asked lowly.

"Oh, relax. Crystal just needs a couple hours without the kids." Jude sighed as she stepped inside and removed her jacket. As she hung it up on one of the hooks by the door, she felt Kit's arms wrap around her waist. "Kit, we've got six kids in the house. It's one thing when ya try to feel me up in front of our babies. It's another to do it in front of company."

Kit began kissing behind her ear, hands wandering under her shirt to feel like the lace with his fingers. "Yet, ya've been walking all over town wearing lingerie for me." He groaned softly feeling how high the material sat on her hips, mentally picturing her laid out in the lace with the hollows of her hips completely bare for him to slip his thumbs into. "Tell me, darling. Are ya wet for me?"

Jude whimpered softly before she heard the kids come out of Thomas's room. She felt Kit immediately pull away, his attitude completely changing to entertain the children. She turned so her back was against the wall, bringing a hand up to her chest as the heat rose to her face. With a quick glance at the clock, she started her own mental countdown to ten before walking over to the radio and flicking it on, needing something to distract herself. However, she found herself face to face with Kit when she turned back around, jumping from the startle.

Kit grinned at her, his hand come to her waist. "Sorry, darling, didn't mean to scare ya. Kids wanna play chutes and ladders." He urged her to set aside, out of the way of the closet where they kept their games, before opening the door. "Care to grab it for us?"

"Sure," Jude nodded with a gulp. She stepped inside the closet and reached up to grab the game when she felt Kit slip his hand between her legs and apply pressure exactly where his practiced fingers knew where to get the best reaction. And, she nearly dropped the game as yelped. The responding snicker made her grit her teeth. "Kit." She warned.

"Thanks, Jude." Kit beamed as he took the box from her. "Ya look a little hot. Maybe ya should splash some cold water on yar face." He turned back to the kids, holding up the box. "Who's ready to play?"

Jude ran her hands over her face, blowing out a breath between her fingers before heading for the bathroom. As much as his teasing was getting on her nerves, he was right about her being overheated. She closed the door behind her and locked it though, not daring to allow Kit to corner her in the bathroom for further torment. After washing her face, she tied her hair up before leaning over the sink. She needed to find something to occupy herself with, and she could only think of one thing that always kept Kit at bay because he didn't want to get roped into doing it as well.

Setting her shoulders straight, she walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, grabbing the stack of envelopes she and Kit kept between the fringe and stove, and planted herself at the table. "Hey, baby, can you grab yar checkbook? I might as well work on some of these bills."

"Yar doing bills?" Kit smirked as he stood from the couch where he had helped set up the game. He shuffled over, placing his hands on the back of the chair beside her. "Didn't ya just do bills last week?"

"I did," Jude confirmed. "But, never hurts to get a head start, does it?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Kit smiled before nodding. "No, it doesn't." He walked back to their bedroom, retrieving their checkbook and returning to her. He snuck up behind her, letting the back of his hand caress her breast as he lowered it down to the table. "Here ya go." On its ascent, he wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck, squeezing gently as his thumb rubbed circles just a few inches behind her ear - a spot he knew relaxed her.

Her head immediately tilted to give him better access, her jaw slackening at the pressure he provided. "Kit." Her voice was breathy, threaded. She realized it immediately and reached back to grab his wrist. "Thank you."

"Of course," Kit murmured, "not sure how much ya'll be able to do. With the bills we paid last week, there's no much let above our threshold that ya could use."

Jude huffed out a breath realizing he was right. He didn't get paid until Friday, and they agreed to always keep a certain amount of money in the bank account in the event something serious came up. Considering both of their histories with odd events, it was probably a larger sum than most other couples, but they had deemed it necessary. "Well, that spoils that then."

"C'mon," Kit took the checkbook and bills back, "this is boring. Let's do something fun."

"What did ya have in mind?" Jude asked as a smile started to tug at the corners of her mouth.

"I was thinking a card game." Kit offered.

Jude rolled her eyes. "There are six children fifteen feet away from us, and yar version of a card game involves, usually me, shedding clothing with every round lost." Her thighs clenched at the sly grin that crossed his features. "As much as I was looking forward to shedding clothing tonight, I ain't getting arrested for indecent exposure. . .again."

Kit chuckled with a shake of head before going back to the closet to grab a deck of cards. "Tonight, we'll shake it up." He came back, slapped the deck onto the table, and snatched two pens and paper pad from the counter before joining her at the table.

"What did ya have in mind?" Jude asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.

Kit tore off three sheets of paper and handed them to her. "Write down three things that ya want us to do tonight. I'll write down three of my own. If ya win, I have to pick one of your papers. If ya lose, ya have to pick one of mine. We'll look at the requests once the Whaley kids go home."

Jude took the offered papers and pen from him. "And, how dirty are we making these requests?"

"For clarity," Kit smirked, "I'll show ya one of mine."

Jude watched as he scrawled something on the next sheet of paper before turning it for her to read. She flushed hot reading the scribble he was so proud of. Blow me while touching yourself. "Yar sick, Mistah Walker."

"Yet, yar wetter now than ya were ten seconds ago." Kit goaded with that knowing smile of his that made her furious with him but love him more at the same time. "Go on. Write yar requests. We'll do two rounds so we each have a chance to win."

"Alright, Kit," Jude shook her head as she started writing. She covered her paper though when she saw his eyes wandering over to try and figure out what she was putting. "No peaking." She tsked before huffing out a breath. "Who knew I would find someone who not only loved my naughtiness but matched it?"

Kit grinned as he began shuffling. "Oh, but I love yar naughty side." He winked, causing another blush to flood her cheeks. "Let's play."

Crystal was true to her word and had sent Vin over at ten o'clock to pick up their kids. Kit helped him rouse his four up so they could head out, leaving Thomas and Julia asleep in the living room to avoid them possibly getting a second wind moving into their own beds. As he waved goodbye to the neighbors on the front porch, he felt Jude's presence behind him. When he turned, he found her in the doorway behind the screen door, in the same position he'd been in when she first walked up after trick or treating. In her hands were his three papers she didn't have to choose from. "How long have ya been wanting to bend me over the front porch railing?"

Kit shoved his hands into his front pockets, licking his lips as she peered at him curiously. "Since June when we repainted. Ya were bent over the railing cleaning the spindles, and the thought hasn't left my mind. Front porch just isn't the my opportune place for sex."

Jude smiled, biting her lip, as she looked down at his papers. "Now that I know, that could probably be arranged." She held up the third sheet of paper. "I was not expecting this. Ya want me to blindfold ya?"

"I'm kinda glad ya didn't win to pick that one." Kit admitted. "I have been thinking about what ya could possibly be wearing all day, and I want to enjoy every moment of ya in it tonight." He pulled out the two papers he had stashed after his losses. "What was yar third paper?"

"An interesting one," Jude giggled before holding the paper up to the screen door for him to see. Tie me up. "Who knew we both wanted to deny one of our senses?"

Kit groaned as he dropped his forehead to the wood of the screen door, her soft giggle reaching his ears. "These other two requests better be as good as that one." He opened up the screen door, letting it stay open against his side, as he unfolded the other pages.

Fuck me until neither of us can move

Propose

His eyes widened on the second before moving to Jude's eyes, seeing the nerves take over her features. "What is this?"

"Hopefully, me not making an ass out of myself." Jude blushed, rubbing her neck. "I know ya've asked me about a million times, and that I've said no all those times. Just because I said no though doesn't mean I didn't want to say yes."

Kit grinned before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her. She nipped at his bottom lip, and he groaned softly when her hands slid from the collar of his shirt, up his neck, and into his hair with a gentle tug. He responded to it by hoisting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I love ya, Jude. But, ya were right. Asking ya to marry me while we're having sex isn't the way to do it, although it felt so right at the time. Ya deserve all the pomp and circumstance I can deliver and so much more. I've got a plan, but it's not for tonight."

Jude smiled with a small nod. "Okay." She kissed him again, slowly, as she rocked her hips into his. "And, my other request?"

"Oh, that's been a done deal since ya put on these jeans." Kit growled back before stepping inside the house and setting her down on her feet. "Go to the bedroom and get ready. I'll lock up and tuck the kids in."

Jude tiptoed back to their room, her hands quickly removing her t-shirt and jeans. Setting her jeans down on the chair in the corner, her eyes caught site of the rest of her Halloween costume next to it. Before she could overthink it, she slid her feet into the boots and pulled out her ponytail to place the cowboy hat on her head. Turning back towards the door, she chuckled finding Kit frozen in the doorway with a slack jaw. "Howdy, Mistah."

"Fuck." Kit breathed as he took in his girlfriend in the red lace that hugged her body like it was made for her, the spaghetti straps that looked as if they'd break with a simple tug, and those damn hollows in her hips that were left completely bare for his eyes. He watched her long legs carry her around the bed and over to him, and he absentmindedly reached behind him to close and lock the bedroom door. "Damn, Jude-. . .darling. . .ya look-. . .God ya look incredible."

"Thank you," Jude toyed with the hem of his shirt, "I figured ya'd like it."

"I love it." Kit admitted, running a hand down his face. "Ya've been wearing this all day?" She nodded with that mischievous glint in her eyes. "And, ya've been thinking about me all day because of it?" Another nod. "Ya bought this for me?"

Jude worked on the button of his jeans. "I ain't wearing this for anybody else." She pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside before pulling down his zipper. "I've been wet for ya all day." Her fingers hooked into his belt loops, moving him over to the bed. With one hand to his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed to lie flat on his back. She pulled down his jeans and boxers far enough to free him before straddling his waist. "Because, there's no one who fucks me," she lowered herself onto him, head dropping back from the pleasure, "as good as ya do."

Kit grunted when her hips were flush with his, her body filled with his own. He reveled in the feel of her hips in his hands, fingertips touching lace and heated skin, as he felt the cowboy hat bounce off his legs and onto the floor. He gazed up at her as she adjusted to him, her breasts threatening to break through the lace that was framing her in all her glory. "Fuck, I love ya, Jude."

"Love ya too, baby." Jude panted as her hands came to rest on his chest, hips starting to move against him. He let her take control, his hands moving with the movement of her hips as she rose and sank, rocked back and forth, and ground against him. She grinned catching his eyes roll back when she tightened her muscles around him.

"Shit, yar so good at that." Kit groaned as he bucked up into her. The replying whine from her, made his fingers dig into her hips harder. "Ya look so fucking hot riding me, darling. Makes me wish i could be inside ya all the time. Ya'd like that, wouldn't ya? Never leave this room."

Jude's hips moved faster against him. "We need the front porch."

"Can't forget that.

"Kitchen has treated us well."

"Never leave the house then."

"Wouldn't mind a visit to the shop."

Kit's eyes widened. "Where I work?"

"Never done that before, fucking on a car hood," Jude admitted, "or at a lover's office. Always seemed it would be hot though."

"Consider it done." Kit licked his lips before flipping them over. He quickly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up to thrust back inside her. She cried out into the mattress, fingers clawing at their bedspread. It was his first chance to see the globes of her ass covered by nothing but the scrap of lace that was rendered useless at this point, and he groaned at the sight. "Darling, yar absofuckinglutely perfect."

He lifted up his left leg, pressing his foot down into the mattress, and grabbed her wrists into one hand to pin them to the small of her back. He could feel the flutters it sent through her body. "Since I won't propose tonight, I'll give ya yar other request."

"Baby, I ain't gonna last long." Jude moaned.

Kit used his other hand to grab her shoulder to keep her steady. "Neither am I this round."

"How's yar back?" Jude asked breathlessly, aware of how desperately her body needed the shower. She was pretty sure her lingerie was in need of some repair, but the time she would spend at her sowing machine was definitely worth the physical exhaustion and lethargic feeling permeating in her bones in that moment.

Kit laid beside her, his fingers playing with her hair as they both stared up at the ceiling. "Definitely in need of some cracking. Will probably need ya to walk on my back tomorrow before work, but I'll be feeling this for a couple days. How are yar hips?"

"Not bad," Jude stated, surprised herself. "I'm sure ya left bruises, but my neck took a numbah. I might need ya to massage it after dinner tomorrow night."

Kit kissed her head. "Of course, darling." He glanced at the clock, seeing it was well into the morning hours. "We're not gonna get much sleep tonight. Ya wanna make it worse by showering and raiding the kiddos Halloween bags?"

Jude grinned. "You're on."

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