I skip dinner with the rest of the house in favor of my quiet cabin, still full from pie and ice cream. There’s a loft above the main room with a thick mattress and soft cushions. A porthole window offers a gentle breeze from the orchard. I’ve spent many a day sprawled out up here with a book. It was my hideaway even when I was younger.
Unless someone takes the time to climb the wooden ladder leading up here, there’s no way to know I’m here. I’m a solitary man. I need time to myself, and after the long winter in the main house, I need it more than ever. Today, instead of reading, I contemplate the surprise that is Bethany.
It’ll take a while to not picture her on her back, long bare legs sticking out from underneath the table. Pairing that image with the noises she made as she ate that pie, I groan as the two moments combine in my mind and send blood rapidly to my painfully hardening cock. I may be solitary, but that does not mean I don’t enjoy the feel of a woman underneath me.
At this moment, I’m wishing it was a certain woman with eyes that can’t make up their mind between green or brown. Last thing I should be thinking of is dragging those cut-off jean shorts down her legs and tasting her. What I should be doing is taking a long cold shower, but climbing down that ladder with a stiff dick will be a pain in the ass.
I unbuckle my belt, then pop open the button on my worn jeans. My cock pushes almost painfully against the zipper as I ease it down. Once I’m free, I grip, picturing Bethany on her knees and those luscious lips wrapped around it. Her eyes blink up at me as she sucks me down deeply. With each blink, they change colors only slightly, one time looking more brown, the next more green.
In my mind, I fist her hair, pumping my hips as I come down her throat. Sadly, in real life I’m alone, coming all over my hand and shirt and not a towel in sight. I wipe my hand on my shirt and carefully pull it off without making more of a mess. Once I’m zipped, buttoned, and buckled up, I toss my shirt down from the loft and climb down the ladder.
I’m on the last rung when someone knocks on the door. I’m shirtless but otherwise dressed, so I cross the room quickly to answer it.
Words fail me as I find Bethany on my doorstep. Her mouth hangs open as she openly ogles not my face but my chest. All I can think, looking at her, is how I just pictured my cock in her mouth. Her standing here with it hanging open sends blood rushing that direction again.
I clear my throat, crossing my arms over my chest in the hopes she’ll look up at me and close her mouth. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, looking more brown than green. “Bess called and invited me over for dinner. I just got here and she sent me over to collect you since it’s almost ready.”
I’ll bet she did, I think to myself. “I was just changing my shirt.”
Hoping that explains my appearance, I turn and grab my soiled shirt from the floor. “Give me just a minute. Umm, make yourself comfortable.”
She tiptoes into my cabin and her eyes dance around the room, from the wood carvings on the walls to the old worn throw blankets hanging off the back of the sofa. I flee to my bathroom and fill the sink up with water before tossing my shirt in it. I usually don’t do my own laundry and do not want to explain that spot to anyone. On my way back to the front room, I grab a Henley from my closet and drag it over my head.
“It’s a nice surprise, you joining us for dinner,” I say once I’m back in the room with her.
“It was sweet of Bess to ask me,” she replies.
Is that saying she wished I had asked her? I frown but wipe it from my face when I see her watching me.
“You’re always welcome.”
She’s lost her pink flip-flops and changed into a dress and a pair of worn-in cowboy boots. She was showing more leg in her cutoffs, but knowing I could easily push that dress up and over her hips is one hell of a turn-on. Shit, she could even leave the boots on.
“I might be a crazy person. You shouldn’t just make a blanket invitation like that.”
I push open the door, holding it for her. “Just being neighborly.”
“Oh, so that invitation isn’t specific to me? It’s open to all of your neighbors?”
“Never said that.” I sweep my arm in front of me. “After you.”
She eases past me, her arm brushing mine as she does. “Thank you.”
Once outside, I frown when I notice how cool it’s become. “Will you be warm enough?”
She nods, but the slide of her hands up and down her arms tells a different story.
“Wait right here.”
Hurrying back into the cabin and back into my room, I pull an old hoodie from my closet. It’s small on me but good for layering under bigger coats during the winter. I’m back outside and by her side in no time.