Once his heartrate slowed and he was certain he wouldn’t pass out from his panic attack, Wolfe pushed up from the bed and padded his way to the bathroom.
He stood in front of the massive mirror mounted above the sink and stared at his naked reflection.
Dreams were always bad this time of year.Or rather, nightmares.
It was expected, like Dante’s endless string of dad jokes.
That random thought brought a brief quirk of a smile to Wolfe’s hardened face.It quickly faded.At times like this he couldn’t help but wonder if he even deserved a friend like Dante.He wondered if he deserved anything good in his life at all.
Running cold water in the polished copper basin, a color that resembled the highlights in Aspen’s hair, Wolfe splashed the icy liquid over his face.
Wolfe stopped mid-splash, hovered over the sink, wondering why images of Aspen peppered his mind and consumed his senses at arbitrary times, like now when he slogged through knee-deep, fucked-up memories.
Memories that would only be tamped down by satisfying his base needs, Wolfe reminded himself.
Wolfe didn’t date.He didn’t do hook-ups with bunnies, either.He periodically had sex with a handful of women who were completely in sync with the very specific and very limited interaction Wolfe provided.They were fully invested in their careers and not looking for anything more than the multiple orgasms he always delivered.After finding his own pleasure, following their own tumbles into the abyss of bliss, Wolfe would make his leave back to his house where he wouldfinallyfind dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately, images of the ethereal baker with soft curves in all the right places and the sweetest mouth he longed to kiss easily outpaced any memories of the women he’d fucked in the past.
Flipping the water off in the sink, Wolfe closed his eyes and replayed the moment in the bakery when he saw Aspen soar through the air after tripping on the ridiculous baseboard hazard that should have never existed in the first place.His heart stopped when she lay motionless on the floor of her shop.
Help her.
Save her.
The demands screamed in his brain – demands he’d heard once before - and he instantly rushed to her aid to lift her from the floor.Light as a snowflake, Wolfe effortlessly raised her from her prone position and pressed her against his body.He suspended her lithe frame, her toes nowhere near the floor, so they were nose-to-nose.
The hairs on his arm lifted in sexual awareness and the wordminereplaced any previous internal mantra Wolfe had circulated in his brain.
Alabaster skin free of any make-up, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her slim nose and onto her narrow cheeks, gave Aspen the appearance of pure innocence.Wolfe immediately longed to corrupt her and take her twelve different ways to Sunday.
He was content on holding her close to his body, reveling in her touch as she clung to his shoulders.He could imagine the surprise that would register in her eyes the color of green sea glass if he would have dragged her legs higher so they wrapped around his waist and he pushed himself against her pussy, baking apron and clothes be damned.
Wolfe didn’t speak while he’d held her in her bakery that morning.He wordlessly consumed her body with his eyes and longed for a taste of her sweets, and not the concoctions baking in the massive oven in the back of the shop.
Taking a deep inhale on the off chance he could magically conjure up Aspen to the present, Wolfe realized he was clutching his rock-hard cock and stroked himself to the memories of the gorgeous woman from earlier in the day.
He couldn’t remember the last time he jacked himself, but there was no way he was going to stop knowing how close Aspen felt at this moment, which brought him a mysterious sense of peace.
Wolfe once again closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of her narrow waist and all of her soft creamy skin he knew rested beneath her trim-fitting waffle-patterned shirt the same color as her hunter green apron.
In his fantasy world, her coppery-colored hair swung across her shoulders and onto his own in a wild array instead of the military-type mass secured against her head.The silky strands would get caught in the stubble of his beard while he licked and sucked the column of her neck eliciting moans of pleasure from her luscious mouth.In an instant the fantasy shifted, and that glorious hair was spread across his pillow as he drove his throbbing and rigid cock into her warm, welcoming center.His heart pounded as he pictured Aspen wrapping her trim, legs-for-miles around his back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Her eyes would widen, their depths pulling him deeper as she’d climb the ladder of arousal to the pinnacle of release.With a shriek, she’d clench her sweet pussy around him and draw Wolfe even closer, their bodies melding as one in that moment.
Wolfe couldn’t hold back.With a guttural groan, his release jutted in violent streams across his belly.The silence of Wolfe’s house surrounded him.Slowly stroking himself, Wolfe grabbed giant gulps of air, very similar to his state when he awakened from his nightmare, only this time a sense of serenity washed over him.
Wolfe cleaned himself and headed back toward his large bed.It was a focal point in the master bedroom of his house that dated back to the turn of the twentieth century.
Sliding under the sheet, the silvery light from the summer moon spilled across his bared torso. It came through the windowpanes of the French doors that led to the second-story balcony.An entirely new wave of thoughts entered his mind.They weren’t frenzied, he wasn’t drowning, and no voices called to him.It was quite the opposite, really.No, his brain danced around images of one sexy boss baker shimmying around her kitchen while making delectable sweets, which caused Wolfe to feel the muscles of his face pull his lips upward into something that felt foreign: a genuine smile.
Fortunately, sleep consumed him before he needed to explore that new and curious phenomena.
***
LUCK WAS ON WOLFE’Sside as he found a parking spot in front of the boss baker’s shop.Now he wouldn’t have to schlep his tools and materials through the streets of downtown Denver to reach his destination.
Aspen’s bakery was in a prime position near high rise office spots in downtown Denver, which led him to wonder why she seemed to be struggling with her finances.She may be feeling the pinch from a franchise coffee shop that operated a few storefronts away from her bakery.He wasn’t sure.
