“You okay?” He lands his hand against my elbow. “You’re zoned out. I had no idea you’d be this affected by my move. We’ll, ugh, we’ll figure it out.”
“We better,” I say, swallowing hard as I set my mug down on the counter. To keep my hands busy, I push back the sheer curtain as though I can’t see right through it. I really need to install shades or heavier curtains. I bet it would help with insulation. “We should check the weather. The snow is getting worse.”
He stands from the counter with a sigh. “Ah, I’ll check it the old-fashioned way. I’ve gotta get those shutters screwed in tighter anyway. You relax. I’ll be back in before I take off.”
“I should probably help. That cup of coffee needs to go somewhere.”
“No, you’re nice and warm. It’ll take twenty minutes, tops.”
He tugs on his boots, sinks into the roughed-up jacket he’s always working in, grabs his toolbox, and slips back out into the night.
God, he’s hot. I’ve never seen another man on Earth put on boots and look so damn good, and I don’t want him to leave. I want him here all night long. I want him here with me in bed, or at the very least, I want him at the cabin with me while we do things no one else ever has to know about.
I drag in a deep breath and let it out quickly. I can’t keep thinking like this. Charlotte is right. I hold Duke to this standard that men my age can’t compete with. Honestly, no one can compete with him. Maybe that’s in my head, though. Maybe I have created a version of Duke that doesn’t really exist. I mean it must be pretend because real-life Duke is desperate to move away.
What’s wrong with me?
I should go get this out of my system. The kinky, almost-sex dream I had a few hours ago isn’t helping anything. A clear head would help with the rest of the night. The first step to that is restoring blood flow to my brain.
Thighs squeezing, I make my way to the bedroom and pull my vibrator out of my side drawer. It’s the kind with a dildo and a vibrating egg that’s supposed to hit your G-spot just right, but I’ve never actually inserted it. I bought it so I could, but I chickened out, and the vibrations did the job, so I stuck with that.
Closing my eyes, I let my legs fall to the side as I think about Duke and his big, rough hands, his deep voice, his heavy weight. I bet he’d command me to do what he wants. I don’tknow this for sure, but he seems like the type that wouldn’t shy away from control.
I scrub the vibrating dildo harder and faster as I sigh, pant, and call out his name. I do this when I’m alone, but knowing he’s outside my house, that he’s close by and I’m screaming out his name, sends a thrill through me that I can’t quite describe. It’s electric.
It’s electric, and I’m nearly about to explode when my eyes flicker open, and I see Duke staring through my bedroom window.
Oh my God! These sheer curtains! These sheer freaking curtains!
Duke and I stare at each other, his eyes wide, his shoulders square in the frame of the window.
Oh, dear God! Now what?
I barely blink and he’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m left wondering if maybe I imagined the whole thing. Maybe I just wish he was watching.
No, it wasn’t my imagination. He was there. He was there, and I have no idea what happens now. I mean, what happens when your dad’s best friend, the guy you’re totally into, sees you masturbating through a window? How is anything normal ever again?
I sit up and try to figure out a rational solution to this very real problem, but before any good idea flutters into my head, I hear the front door open, and my heart sinks.
Chapter Four
Duke
I’m on fire. My entire body. Every cell, every synapse, every inch of me. She’s gorgeous, legs splayed out like butterfly wings as her soft pink pussy swells.
I blame instinct, but I don’t remember my body ever having a reaction like this. I feel my shoulders rise and fall and my breath pick up. I feel the urge to bend this girl over and take care of her in ways I’ve only dreamt about. I feel like a slave to whatever hormone is pulsing through me.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Her cheeks are pink, and the vibrator she held against her soaking red pussy still lies on the bed next to her as she swings her legs closed and sits up from the bed.
Somewhere deep down, I know the rational explanation should be to walk away, to pack up my things, leave the room, and never come back again. Maybe even push up my move before I do something crazy. A part of me knows all this. Another part of me, the feral part, doesn’t care about any of that. That part of me wants to give this woman my seed and let the world do with it what it will.
That part of me is screaming the loudest right now.
“Why did you stop?”
She stares toward me, her chest rising and falling quickly before her mouth drops open. “What do you mean?”
I swallow hard and tilt my head to the side slowly. “I mean, you looked like you were having fun,” I clear my throat, “and I swear I heard you say my name.”
