I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I head over to a box of random shit that doesn’t have a place to go and find a box of matches.
When I go back to where Mara is standing in the chicken pen, I strike the match against the box to ignite the flame and hold the small, lit stick in thespace between us. Her eyes dance back and forth between the match and me, taking in my neutral expression.
I’m not going to sing for her if that’s what she’s expecting.
Mara closes her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep inhale of breath that seems far more labored than it should. Her brows pinch together. Then all her features soften on an exhale as she puckers her lips and blows the match out, casting her birthday wish into the universe. She stares momentarily at the thin stream of smoke billowing from the extinguished match before locking eyes with me again, hazel peering up between thick lashes. The muscles around her eyes tighten for a moment, almost as though she’s pleading for something. A flash of desperation and then her face softens again.
“I’m going to bed,” she announces before walking out the barn door to the lodge.
It’s about an hour later when I finish my work and head inside. I’m an idiot for staying up this late when I have to wake up again in six hours to start my day. May seem crazy to get up that early to work out in my isolated lodge in the woods, but I don’t like getting lazy. I don’t like being idle, either. So I keep my routine consistent.
The minute I walk through the back door into the kitchen, I freeze. I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t even be tempted. But when I see Mara standing in one ofmythermal shirts and a pair of underwear at the kitchen island, my whole body quivers with need. It’s been over a month since I last fuckedsomeone and a half naked, gorgeous woman standing in my kitchen at midnight isn’t helping.
At the sight of her bare legs and the lower half of her curved ass, my cock does a little twitch like a dog catching the scent of its prey. With that, the air in my lungs hardens for a minute before I can breathe again.
“I…” her voice trails off when the weight of my attention falls on her. “I found your liquor cabinet, I was just making a drink.” Then I notice the bottles of whiskey and bitters on the countertop beside a glass of ice. Looks like she’s already poured a bit of sugar in the glass.
“Want one?” The nervousness in her voice draws my attention back up to her eyes that carry more emotion than they should. Self doubt. Arousal. Hesitation. Curiosity. Longing.
Does she want me to make a move?
Would we be able to coexist as roommates with benefits?
I’ll give her credit, she’s not crumpling into a ball of humiliation for the state I caught her in.
I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’ll be a man and admit I’m attracted to Mara, her curvy body turns me on, but then I look at her face and remember who she is. What she’s done. The person she was in high school.
But I’m not the kid I was then. I know she’s not the girl from the bathroom anymore, but maybe a part of her is—or was. I don’t know, this is all confusing and I can’t concentrate on anything when she bears part of her ass as she leans over the counter to stretch for the jar of cherries. She has to know what she’s doing, right? She has to know her round ass hangs beneath the shirt a bit and I can see the curve of her cheeks. She has to know that when she lifts on her toes and bends over the farmhouse sink to wash the spoon she used to stir that I can see where her underwear disappears between her ass cheeks. There’s no way she’s that oblivious.
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if this little show is an invitation or not. Without a second thought, I plant my hands on her solid hips and breathe in her scent at the nape of her neck all at once. My touch makes her jerk in surprise which only backs her into my chest so I have a tighter hold on her.
And even better, it presses her round ass into my hardening cock. She’s extremely aware of how turned on I am.
The sound of my heavy inhale and her stuttering breaths mingles in the air, the only sounds I register at all. When I graze my teeth over her throat I feel the quick pulse beneath, I feel it all the way from my lips to my dick.
Fuck. She smells insanely good. It’s warm and comforting like a wool blanket in bed on a snowy day, laced with something floral. And her skin is pure silk. Every sensation is clouding my judgment and my thoughts, I can’t think clearly with her captured between the side of the sink and my hard body. The last time I felt her this close, she was unnaturally thin and pliable in my grasp. Now, she’s a handful, a woman with the body of one.A narrow waist that I easily snake one arm around beneath the shirt as my teeth take a quick pull of her earlobe eliciting a soft moan from her.
She’s divine.
When she doesn’t protest my hold or try to free herself, I take it as silent permission for me to go further. The arm around her waist lifts so her heavy breasts are supported by my forearm while my free hand splays over the expanse of her stomach in a slow dip toward her panty line.
She has limited pairs of underwear and of course tonight is the night she decides to sleep in them. No matter. It’s like unwrapping a present.
I slip one finger beneath the flexible fabric, then another, and another until my entire hand is beneath the flimsy barrier and I can feel the little tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs. I usually prefer a woman bare, but seeing as she doesn’t have a razor, I can understand.
Just makes the mission to the center that much more rewarding.
When my hand dives between her legs in one long, languid slide to her center, she drops her head back to my shoulder. At the feel of her soaking wet pussy, a low growl hums through my chest and up my throat. Mara’s body tenses at the sound and the feel of me, but that’s no detriment to me. It only eggs me on. I lick from her earlobe to the top around the entire shell of her ear and one finger dips into her wet cunt and pulls out again. I wish I could see her glistening on me, but I’m not about to break this powerful hold I have on her. So instead, I slip a second finger in. When her gasp turns into a moan, I know she’s in agony under my slow torture. That’s exactly what she deserves, to writhe with need, to need me as much as I needed her. Towantme as much as I wanted her.
The only problem is I still want her.
I want her badly. I want to bend her over the sink and fuck her until she’s screaming. I want to feel her come around my cock. I want to comeinher.
But I’m not about to give her that. It’s too easy, too generous to a woman who crushed my spirit and humiliated me. Too nice for the girl who was so mean and made me believe she wanted me.
Well, she wants me now. So I’ll show her the beast she’s cursed.
I pump my fingers in and out a few times before spreading her arousal allover her hard clit. I drop the arm looping her rib cage so my hand spreads over her lower abdomen and press, opening her ever so slightly for me so her clit peeks out even more. The breath in her throat hitches and stutters, her body goes rigid before melting into my hold. Her head lolls to one side exposing her slender neck to me again and I hover my mouth over her skin, letting my breath dance over the sensitive skin.
