I watched as his briefs grew tighter, his cock firming up under the fabric right in front of my eyes.
My mouth dropped open as I watched him go hard.
“What the fuck? Seriously? Did my sister send you out here? I don’t need whatever you’re selling,” he grunted out at me as he dropped the axe and attempted to shift the big package in his undies around.
As though that could make it any less noticeable. He was hung like a beast.
In fact, hewasa beast. A real-life beast. Not like one from my favorite fairy tale.
Levi might have been the hottest man I’d ever seen in my life. But he was also anirritatedman. The scowl on his face made me quiver with fear.
Had I thought he’d be excited to have a stranger show up on his doorstep to wish him a Merry Christmas? Sometimes I wassonaive.
“Hi. This was probably a mistake. Maybe I should go,” I said in a hushed, rapid blur of words before running away straight to my car.
This was a mistake. This was a mistake. I never should have let Jan talk me into this.
With trembling hands, I started the engine and gripped the wheel.
I had to make a six-point turn to get rotated around in his driveway.
The cabin was old and ramshackle, in need of a paint job or a woman’s touch. And the gravel driveway out here had been long and winding with winter grass poking up in the middle of the road.
Both of those things should have been cues. Danger signs saying, ‘Keep out. A wild man lives here. A wild man with a thick, hungry cock and anger in his heart.’
My heart skittered in my chest as I swung my car around only to discover him standing in the middle of the road, legs spread in a strong stance, arms crossed over his chest, his cock still big and erect in his underwear.
He shook his head and lifted something in his hands. “No ma’am. You’re not dumping a dog on me.”
He has Cocoa!
She must have slipped out of the car before I shut the door. I hadn’t noticed in my panic.
I stared at him with wild, scared eyes.
I wasn’t scared ofhim.
Despite his rugged appearance and the axe he’d had in his hands earlier, I didn’t get a feeling of danger from him.
No, I was scared of thatcockof his.
I’d never seen one in person before, and even though it was hiding in his underwear, I could tell it wanted to come out and say hi to me.
Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to summon my inner Jan. What would she do in this situation?
I drew a blank. But the one thing I knew was I couldn’t leave my little Cocoa here. She was the pride of my life, a special pedigree long-haired Chihuahua. And I loved her more than anything.
I unrolled my window a crack and stammered, “I need my dog back.”
“Sure. After you tell me what you’re doing here.”
He held onto Cocoa tightly, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She’d leaned her head on his bare chest like she was hanging out with an old friend.
That was weird because Cocoa sometimes had small-dog syndrome. She was afraid of strangers and often acted out. But she looked downright happy in his arms.
I glanced at his boxers again.Is it really that big?
Then, I refocused on what actually mattered. “Uh, this will probably sound crazy. But I was just following an adventure. I’m not the adventurous type.”
