A Sunday Kind Of Love | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

T•H•I•R•T•Y | No One Like You

Hey guys! TFIF 😅

What better way to end the week then with some smut! Enjoy!

We officially have a handful of chapters left! 😭
I have no idea if I will be back on track next week or if it will be chapter roulette but they will still be post!

Thank you Jesse_Winter_Soldier for taking all this craziness in stride! I appreciate you!

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Happy Reading!

-Sif

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Aubrey does a mental check as she walks out to the Jeep with her overnight back in hand. Opening the front door, she is immediately struck with a wall of heat, being reminded that this summer was setting up to be a scorcher. June ended with a heat index of eighty-five, and July was coming to town with temperatures estimated in the nineties. Thankfully, they were going to the lake house for the worst of it, celebrating Steve's thirty-seventh birthday. Cooling off in the lake sounded like heaven right now. Aubrey hoisted her overnight bag into the back of the Jeep, Steve had taken the hard top off for their trip and put the soft top on, rolling it back so they could enjoy the summer sunshine and breeze.

Stepping back into the house was a relief, Aubrey was not a summer child. Sure, she loved the idea of summer, beach days, long drives down a winding highway, cookouts, pool parties, county fairs, and all that good stuff. But on the other end of summer, there was sweat and chafing; thick thighs and summer were not a love match. She checked her watch, they needed to leave in about twenty minutes if they wanted to beat midday traffic out of town. Heading out to the stairs, she leaned on the banister.

"Steve, baby?", she hollered up the stairs, pursing her lips. She waited for a reply, but nothing came. "We have to leave soon!", she tried again, but still nothing. Crossing her arms, Aubrey frowned, "Steven Grant Rogers! I know you can hear me!"

In their bedroom, Steve chuckled as he tucked his last pair of shorts into his black overnight bag. "Be down in a sec, sweetheart!", he hollered back, then placed his sketchbook on top and zipped it up. Pulling the bag over his shoulder, Steve quickly checks the room on his way out. As he is making his way down the stairs, he pauses. "Oh, baby girl.", he husks, throat suddenly dry as he drinks in Aubrey standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, stop it.", Aubrey blushes profusely, trying to hide her face.

Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into two low buns at the base of her neck, and a white hair scarf was tied around her head. She wore a light blue, very low-cut halter neck and backless knot dress that ended just above her knees. Soft pink and different shades of blue peonies with greenery were all over the dress, and right under her bust was a bit of frilly material drawing attention to her breast.

Steve dropped his bag, licking his suddenly dry lips as he advanced toward her. Aubrey stood rooted to the floor at the predatory glint in his eye as he looked her over her body again appreciatively. His big warm hands found purchase on her wide hips as he backed her against the wall, his fingers flexing against the flimsy soft material of her dress.

Aubrey's eyes slip close as her head thumps back against the wall, her breathing hitches when she feels the rough scratches of Steve's beard and the soft warmness of his lips on her bare shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, honey.", he rasps, warm breath fans across her neck as his right hand slides further down her hip. "When'd you get this dress?", he asked, his hand moving back up, bringing with it the material of the short skirt of her dress.