Her cheeks burned red despite shivering only moments ago. I followed her gaze to my exposed lower body. Ah, so the blanket was not long enough to cover the bits she found... distracting? I was confused by this woman. She seemed very interested in my . . . what’s the best word here? Cock? Member? Organ?Disco Stick?Yet, she also seemed frustrated with herself for her natural curiosity. Perhaps my earlier theory was correct, and she was in need of sexual relief. I fixed the blanket until she nodded with approval.
“I am well-studied in cunnilingus,” I stated. Though, as with most of my learned skills, this was mostly in theory, not in practice.
Her dark eyebrows shot up and her cheeks immediately flushed. It was quite endearing. Then those same brows pinched together and her mouth pursed. “Well, congratulations, but I’m not interested. Now, sit tight. Covered. While I clean up this mess.” She rubbed her face with a free hand, mumbling, “Seriously, where did you come from? Did Elizabeth send you to mess with me?”
I tilted my head. Just then, the light filling the room flickered and went out.
“Ah, come on!” The poor woman threw out her arms. It occurred to me that though I could see just fine, she was no longer able to. “What else could possibly happen now?”
Outside, the wind howled in the silence and a heavy branch slammed against the porch, followed by the sound of cracking wood. The bird swore from the cage. The dog barked from her bed. And the three cats sprinted out of the room to where, I did not know.
Her head fell forward and her shoulders shook. I could not tell if she was laughing or crying.I only knew that I needed to make her happy.
“I can fix the electricity,” I said.
Her head shot toward my direction on the couch.
She sniffed and swiped quickly at her cheek. “You can? I think the circuit breaker is in the basement.”
“Okay.” I stood up. “I will be right back.”
“Wait, do you—”
I walked loudly to the edge of the room and watched her slump into a chair. She could not know that I stayed watching her for a moment. Her head fell into her hands and she groaned. I glanced away, feeling as though I was intruding on something private. This woman was lonely and it made me furious. How could any man meet her and not do everything in their power to keep her warm and safe and sexually satisfied. What is wrong with the male species?Where was her family?
Family.
The memory tugged sharply at my throbbing head. Was that why I was here? Anxious feelings curled my fists. I was delaying my mission by staying here. Sadness tugged at me to understand that I must ultimately leave this woman, and soon. She was unlike anybody I had ever met.
But I could bring her some joy until I was fully healed and ready to move on. I went to the basement and, rather than find the box she spoke of, I placed my hand on the wall, closed my eyes and summoned the power back. I felt the power flow before waiting a moment to stomp loudly back into the now lit room.
“That was fast,” she stood up quickly, wiping at her face.She glanced around the room filled with the warm glow from the lights on the mantel of the fireplace.
“Wow, those weren’t even working before.” Light sparkled in her wide eyes as she took in the room around her. She gave me a soft smile. “Thank you.”
Pride like I’ve never experienced swelled in my chest.Ibrought her this joy. I put my hands on my hips, stood tall, and smiled at her. The blanket fell to the ground.
“Oh, lord help me.”
