There’s silence on the other end of the line for a long moment until I hear his girl whispering in the background. Life has certainly changed since she’s been around. In the past, Clint and I respected each other’s boundaries.
“Hey, Bella, I can hear you.”
“Oh,” she clears her throat, “sorry, Reed. We’re just worried about you. I mean, everyone knows how much aconfused heart hurts. I don’t think it’s good for you to be alone right now.”
“I appreciate it, but I’ll figure things out. Just going to take some time.”
“Right,” she says, sounding disappointed. “Well, you know you’re welcome here anytime. I’ve got more peppers than I know what to do with. I was making up kabobs yesterday, and I think today I’m going to make some salsa. You love salsa, right? In case you forgot, they have great salsa at the lumberjack games too. Mrs. Robinson makes it from the community garden’s supply and it’sfantastic!”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, standing from the table. “You guys have fun tonight. I appreciate the offer.”
“If you change your mind,” Clint groans, “let me know.”
“I won’t change my mind,” I say, grabbing the phone up from the table before I walk away. “You guys have fun.”
“Stubborn,” he groans. “Take it easy.”
“You too,” I offer before finally hanging up the line. I’m not sure what I expected by calling him. Maybe I just needed to get the truth off my chest. Maybe I needed what happened tonight to be real, and it wasn’t until I told someone else.
I know I wasn’t expecting an invite out to the games. I should be thankful I have people in my life that give a shit, most people would be, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving this house tonight.
I grab a slice of cold pizza off the oven top and carry it to the reclining chair on the other side of the room, letting my weight sink into the plush fabric. This is the second night I’ve spent up here in the finished cabin. The first, I was just too tired to make the drive back into town after working all day and the floors weren’t in yet. Tonight, therealfirst night, would’ve been poetic if Nikki had stayed. Right now, I’d be holding her prisoner in bed while I kissed every inch of her.
Pushing that fantasy thought away, I bite into the pizza, crumbs falling onto my lap. Usually, I’ll eat anything, but this shit is terrible. I don’t know if it got freezer-burnt or what, but it doesn’t taste anything like it did the last time I had it.
I toss the rest onto the table beside the chair and reach for my beer, but I left it on the kitchen counter. A fresh bottle of whiskey is there, too. I should make the trip back to the kitchen for that. I need something to get my head out of my ass, and hard liquor usually does the trick.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why can’t I stop thinking about the way she tasted? The way she smelled? The way her thighs squeezed my face and shook?
Why can’t I stop thinking about the sounds she made, or the way my tongue felt against her swollen clit?
The way it felt when she called out for Daddy?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I drag in a deep breath and force myself to think of anything but her. I need to paint the boathouse. I need to fix the fucking hole I just cracked in the wall here. I need to work on the back fence before winter. I need to build out the shed to make sure it’s big enough for my snowplow. There are a million things I need to get done, but every task brings me back to my kitten.
What is she doing right now? Is she reading a book? Baking? She always bakes when she’s stressed. Or is she tucked in bed, touching herself to the memory of what happened tonight?
Fuck! My cock rises at the thought. I brush my hand over my stiffness and shift in the chair, willing the pressure to go away, but that only forces more engorgement, and soon my hand is wrapped around my dick, pumping wildly as I think about my little kitten.
Her big, round tits. The way her nipples poked into my chest.
Her thick, lush thighs. The way they squeezed the sides of my face.
Her soft, aching voice. The way it cried out for me.
Fuck!
I jerk harder and faster, pumping as I imagine pinning her down on the bed and sinking into her tight, little virgin hole. God, I bet she’s tight. Tight, soft, and so fucking wet.
Jesus Christ.
My fucking head goes light at the thought of it.
The way she’d scream, squirm, moan. The way I’d take her perfect little body and make it mine.
