Sure, he’s the one I want. But I have my pride, and he’d rejected me.
We aren’t far from town. I could walk back and be in that bar in less than thirty minutes.
My decision made, I take a few minutes to fix my hair, pulling it up in a messy knot this time, before pulling my mini skirt and crop top back on. I opt for my sneakers instead of the impractical heels, but I don’t think anybody will be looking at my feet.
When I’m dressed, I pop my head out of the bathroom and listen for Briggs. There’s a muffled thunking sound, but it sounds like it’s coming from outside, so I creep to the window in the bedroom and peer out into the yard.
Briggs has his shirt off and even from the distance, I can see every muscle in his back straining as he lifts the axe over his head and brings it down on the log.
It splits into four pieces before he picks up another log and, without missing a beat, does it again. And again.
I’m so mesmerized by him that it takes me a moment to realize that my clit is throbbing between my legs again. He is so insanely sexy, it should be illegal.
He rejected you.
The little voice in my head reminds me of what I’m there to do. Briggs is occupied. It’s the perfect time to make my escape, so I tear myself away from the window, and that’s exactly what I do.
Briggs
Thwack.
The impact of the axe striking the log reverberates through my entire body. The physical exertion feels good. I need it.
I grab another log, set it, and…strike.
The wood splits into four pieces around the chopping block.
I do it again.
And again.
I’m sweating now. I’ve long since stripped away my shirt.
Chopping wood is the only way I know to release the tension that’s building in my body. Exhausting myself physically is the only way I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.
But it doesn’t seem to matter how many logs I split—the tension isn’t releasing.
My stupid dick is still half-mast, throbbing to life every time my thoughts slip back to the sight of Mia naked and soapy, standing in my bathroom.
Dammit.
I can’t seem to force my mind to still.
Chopping wood is my go-to meditation. I’m always able to lose myself in the rhythm of swinging the axe.
Except this time.
I must have been out here over an hour by now. Long enough for Mia to finish her bath and get fully clothed. There is no way I can risk running into her in any state of undress. Not again.
It had taken every bit of self-control I had to keep myself from pressing my lips onto her sweet, pink plump mouth.
Will you kiss me? Will you be my first?
Those words. So innocent and sweet, but incredibly sinful all at the same time.
Fuck.
I’d like nothing more than to be her first.
