It’s very dark, and even though my eyes have adjusted to the lack of light, there’s no real way for me to make out her expression so it’s foolish of me to think I see disappointment there. I’m not going to entertain that delusion. For if I do, I would take her right here and now on the tiled marble floor. She hasn’t been fucked before? Let me rectify that.

“Why? Are you so bad at it that you think I will be disappointed? How would I know?” she replies. “This is really the best time,” she says with a little laugh, “as I don’t have anything to measure you against.”

I don’t have much self-control to begin with, but her words are like gasoline on flame, turning my tamped-down desire into a raging inferno of lust. My hand flies out to grip hers. I shove it against my cock. “Measure yourself against this then. If you’re so interested in getting fucked, take me out.”

I wait for her to shove me away, curse me out, or throw something in my face. What happens next, I could’ve never predicted. I would’ve bet my entire fortune, even my skill at sculpting that she would do anything but fall on her knees. Shaky fingers reach for my zipper. I stab a hand through her hair and jerked her head back. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growl.

“You said to take you out. I’m doing exactly that.”

There’s a tiny, almost imperceptible tremble in her voice. I release her hair and let my hand fall to my side. I realize now that we are in a battle, fighting for supremacy. She’s calling my bluff and if I don’t let her follow through no threat of mine will ever be valid again and she will be able to do whatever she wants in this house. It is a game of chicken to see who will blink first and it is not going to be me.

The zipper sounds like a roar in this quiet kitchen. I lock my knees and fist my hands at my side. Her moves are tentative at first, agonizingly slow. As she moves the denim away, her knuckles make fleeting contact with my cock. It’s so erotic, so sexy that I want to come from just this. She might be untutored, but the way she’s drawing this out is better than someone who could write a book on the topic of sex.

My cock is so hard I fear it might break. Cum is leaking all over the tip. My ballsack is tight against my body, ready to explode. Even my toes are curling inside my boots, and she’s not even touched me directly yet. It’s possible I may die when she does, but if this is the way I go, it’s fine. It’s all fine.

She releases a long, shaky breath as her fingers find my shaft. The wretched thing swells in her hand. A long, heavy groan escapes me.

“Am I hurting you?” she asks.

It’s hard to hear her over the blood thundering in my ears, and I don’t have a lot of brain power at this moment so all I can do is shake my head.

“You’re tense.”

“I’m turned on,” I spit out.

“Oh,” she says in a tiny voice.

“Yeah, oh.” and because I can’t stop being an asshole for more than five seconds, I add, “If you’re going to suck me off, then do it. Otherwise, put me away so we can both go to bed.”

“You’re cranky when you haven’t eaten,” she retorts. “Maybe instead of throwing my meals away, you should eat and then you wouldn't be in a bad mood all the time.”

“I’m not in a bad mood,” I roar. “I want to come. I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck me off like a vacuum and swallow my cock until all you can feel, taste, sense is me!”

I can’t do this. I can’t be vulnerable like this—not with her. I push her hands away and zip up, nearly cutting off my blood circulation. She yelps in surprise and totters backward, nearly falling. I catch her and haul her upright until her feet are on the ground instead of her knees. I grab her chin and force her to look up at me. “Don’t you ever threaten me again, do you hear?”

“Wh-what threat?” she stutters.

“Your entire existence is a threat.” I stomp out of the kitchen with my cock aching and my body lit up like a tree. I take the stairs two and then three at a time, my pace quickening until I’m all but running. I throw myself into the bathroom and take my cock out. After only three rough jerks, I come, my seed splashing against my shirt, the sink, the floor. It’s wholly unsatisfying and I’m just as hungry now as I was before—maybe more so. I’ll never be able to erase the image of Summer on her knees in that tiny nightgown with her trembling hands brushing against my cock.

12

Summer

“Are you doing okay? You’re quiet,” Eden asks me as she steals a fry off my plate.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me.” She calls me out. “Is there more going on at your new job than you’re telling me?” She knows me too well.

“No.” I pick up my burger, taking a giant bite so I don’t have to talk. That’s the problem. Nothing else has happened and I still don’t understand what happened the other night. I feel out of sorts. It didn't stop me from once again leaving him food and talking to him while I cleaned as if he could hear me. I made sure to do it when Colby wasn't in earshot.

“How is Colby liking it out there?”

“He seems okay. I think the kitten helps, but he needs to be around someone else besides me sometimes.”

“I’m sure he’ll be peopled out by the time you pick him up from my sister’s. You know she’s knocked up again, right?”

“I’m more surprised when your sister isn't pregnant.” I smile, knowing Colby will have fun over there for a few hours but then he’ll be ready to go.

“She’s building an army over there.”

“It’s sweet.” Eden’s much older sister Cana married her high school sweetheart. They started popping out kids pretty quickly. She and Dean are madly in love. I don’t think I could handle five kids, but watching them together always makes me smile. It reminds me of how my parents used to be before my dad died.

“Speaking of sweet, I hear Colten is sweet on you?”

“As in my old boss?” I grab my purse and find my phone.

“Yep. He keeps asking me about you.”

“He texted me.” I hand her my phone.

“Wait, you’re meeting up with him tonight?” She glares at me. “You have a date with Colten!”

“Can you say it louder? Jeez. I don’t think the table in the back heard you.” I snatch my phone from her. “No, it’s not a date by the way.” I look around the diner and people are glancing our way. She’s going to start gossip.

My mom moved us to Smithville when she lost our childhood home. If there is one thing I learned since living here it’s that news travels fast. This small town loves them some gossip. They haven’t had much since Khloe and the chief finally got together. So I’m sure they’re chomping at the bit for something new.

“I’m sure it’s about the store or something.”

“Then why not call and ask?” I look down at the text. They look innocent enough. Though I think I might have a problem reading men. Based off my interaction with Kale.

“Should I tell him something came up?” I start to panic. I can’t date Colten, he's my old boss. Oh, but you tried to give your current boss a blow job. What is wrong with me? That house is making me crazy. That has to be it because I am still shocked I’d done that. Yet, I know given the opportunity, I’d do it again.