Caleb's Blessing(8)

I figured I better do something to help her out now though, because she seemed fixated on my bare chest.

I hadn’t shed the shirt in the hopes of getting a rise out of her, but I never look a gift horse in the mouth. Still it was early days yet and she had only just arrived.

I brushed my hand down the middle of my chest all the same and watched her eyes follow my actions. A man could do a lot with a look like that, and I’d better think of something else before I made an ass of myself and scare her half to death in the bargain.

I could already feel a stirring in my dick that was naturally straining against the tab of my jeans, now made worst by her stare.

"I'll take this to the guys you get back inside out of this heat." She was only too happy to run back into the house.

I watched until she disappeared inside the door and then turned to go do her bidding.

"Get the lead out boss." That damn whelp Mikey was standing in the garage door grinning like the village idiot.

"I see you don't have enough to do around here today, how would you like to work with Brutus today for a change?" The smile fell off his face quickly as I knew it would.

"I thought that would put an end to your disrespect, you remember that the next time you try messing with me scamp."

"Who's messing with you boss? I just asked for my cookies and drink." He grew serious in a second as I reached his side.

"I'll run this out to the guys Caleb you stay near the house, won't take me but a few minutes to get out there and back."

"That's cool Mikey thanks." He hopped into one of the trucks with the cooler beside him and I realized I hadn't saved any for myself. Knowing those goons there won’t be nothing but crumbs left.

He waited until he was well out of my reach before sticking his head out the truck window.

"Maybe you wanna put your shirt on boss, wouldn't want to scare the poor girl to death with your scrawny chest."

I threw a clump of dirt after him as he howled with laughter and barreled down the drive. I dusted my hands together as the truck disappeared in a billow of dust because the young showoff was burning rubber.

Oh well, looks like I need to go in to wash my hands. You're such a damn liar Dunbar you just can't bear to be away from her. She’s been here a few short hours and already your dick is on the hunt.

All that talk to the guys about leaving her alone and here you are sniffing around her yourself. You’d better remember what she’s running from. She isn’t one of the usual camp followers.

I gave myself a nice pep talk as I made my way to the house but it didn’t seem to be working. I was going to be shut up in there with her night after night for who knows how long, I hadn’t fucked anything but my palm in months, this was not a good idea come to think of it.

But why her? It’s not like I haven’t had other prospects, or one in particular here lately. But none of them had gotten a lift out of my dick. One look at her and he was ready to break out the gate.

Caleb, you know you can’t have her; you just put those thoughts out of your head right now cowboy. Easier said than done; and what about that look, she was doing some wanting of her own it looked like.

Caleb Dunbar, that little girl has been hurt, she needs time to heal most likely, not some strange man lusting after her two minutes after they met.

Well shit I'm a man and she's a woman, and if she's interested why not? Yeah but go easy there Dunbar, she's a wounded bird you can't be your usual forceful self you'd probably scare her half to death.

Now I was rationalizing my own wayward thoughts, since there was no one here to tell me no. I’m not that selfish though, to just take her knowing what she’s been through, and the fact that my brother brought her here for protection meant that I couldn’t take advantage, not that I would.

But there is a difference between taking advantage and courting someone into your way of thinking now isn’t there? The only problem I see is the waiting thing, and my approach.

I don't know how to be anything other than forceful, especially when it comes to relationships.

I have certain likes and dislikes when it comes to the whole man and woman thing, mainly that I liked being in control. In fact scratch that I need to be in control.

And when it comes to the bedroom that was even more so. A man who spent his life wrestling bulls for fun couldn't possibly be any other way.

I guess I’d have to figure out how to temper my baser instincts. It figures, the first woman in a long time, if not ever, who was able to set my dick to twitching with just the look of her, and I have to go soft.

She was in the kitchen when I got there, but what she was doing was almost more than I could deal with on the back of my thoughts.