“Standing right here, babe,” Lionel teases.
His wife pulls him close and says, “You’re a dish and a snack and a dessert, babe.”
6
Angus
“You got home late,” my eldest brother, Serapion, says to me when I walk into the kitchen in the morning.
“Had a little mishap with a door.”
Taurus smirks at me, saying, “Were you getting some last night, little brother? You can tell us.”
“Leave him be, Taurus.”
Grabbing a cup of coffee, I take the dogs and head out onto the farm. I’m grateful to have several chores on my to-do list today to keep my mind busy, because all night I dreamt about Elizabeth. And I woke up thinking about Elizabeth.
Now, I stand on the farm watching the dogs do their thing, drinking coffee, and I am thinking about Elizabeth.
At the rehearsal dinner and wedding, any time she touched me, a warm electric current would run through my body. I could not enjoy it, because I felt so self-conscious and thought I was bothering her. Last night, though, any time it happened, I allowed myself to enjoy it. The way she spoke to me, hell, even the way she looked at me, allowed me to relax and enjoy myself with her. I even made a funny from time to time, which made her laugh.
Gah, her laugh. So damn sexy.
After lunch time, once I’m finished with my chores, I leave my brothers to complete their work. These constant thoughts of curvy Liz won’t leave my mind and my body is desperate for a release.
In my room, I blast a 90s grunge playlist and hop in the shower. My cock is hard as soon as the water hits me. Taking a squirt of my body wash, I stroke my length, picturing Elizabeth smiling at me with her warm brown eyes. I imagine her standing in front of me, wearing the tank top and shorts getup from last night. She lifts her pink tank over her head, revealing dark nipples under her lacy white bra. A quick movement of her hand behind her, the bra flies off and her giant breasts fall out.
Groaning, I pick up speed on my cock. Imagining Liz standing in the shower with me, her tits soapy and wet, she goes to her knees and surrounds my cock with her slippery knockers. I picture fucking her tits and gripping the back of her wet hair until my seed bursts out onto her dripping wet curves.
My head and horns snap back as I come, groaning loudly.
Goddamn. I have never wanted a woman like I want Elizabeth. There’s something special about her.
Drying off, I mull over what she told me last night. She’s covering her aunt’s store until this Friday. Maybe I should pay her a visit near the end of her last day and treat her to dinner?
Yeah. I think I will do that.
Proud of myself for not chickening out, I walk into Jeanine’s shop right before closing. Elizabeth is ringing up a customer and, when our eyes meet, she gives me a big warm grin, causing my stomach to flip into Australia.
“Bye, Clark! I may stop by for a burger tonight.” She says, then turns to me, “Why hello there, stranger.”
“I don’t see any crutches. That's a good sign.”
“Yeah, it’s just a mild sprain. I got Jeanine’s employee to cover for me the day after our drama, and resting helped a lot. It’s still healing, but way better.”
“That’s good to hear,” I say, staring at her uncomfortably.
Elizabeth reaches out and touches my arm.
“So, what brings you back so soon?”
“Well, I, uh…”
“Hey,” she interrupts my stammering, “I am closing up now. Want to grab dinner with me at Branwen Beach Burgers?”
Relief sweeps over my body as I say, “I would love to.”
Dinner is just as fun as our picnic the other night. Well, even more-so, since now we aren't trapped, and she isn’t stuck with her leg up on a stepstool.
