I wasn’t keen on her promising that to Lanie, but it got Lanie moving toward her bedroom, so I let it slide.
When I came back out to the kitchen, Amanda was already cleaning up. She was storing the pot of soup in the fridge, and I could see all the dishes had been put in the sink. I went over and started washing them as she went over to wipe down the table, and I felt us settling into a natural rhythm. Dancing around each other in the kitchen as we both tried to clean up.
And every time she passed by me, I got a whiff of her perfume.
“Brian?”
“Yep?”
“How the hell is a man like you single?”
The question caught me off guard, and I panned my gaze over to her.
“What?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t give me that. You’re good looking, you can cook, and you’re obviously well off by the state of this cabin. Why are you single?”
I lowered my gaze to the floor before I continued cleaning the dishes at the sink.
“Wasn’t always the case,” I said.
“I knew it. Someone has your heart,” she said.
I grunted but didn’t answer.
I glanced over at Amanda as she made her way to the corner of the counter. She hopped up onto it as I began stacking dishes in the dishwasher. Her legs swung off the edge and dangled in mid-air, swinging as if to tease me. I wanted to reach out and grab them. I wanted to pull her body firmly into mine. I wanted to growl in her ear that it was none of her damn business before I pushed her to her knees and whipped my cock out for her to suck.
But I felt compelled to talk to her, and that was something I hadn’t experienced before.
Not with anyone, in fact.
“I was married once.”
Amanda’s eyes settled onto the side of my face as I drew in a deep breath.
“But, things didn’t work out. Ended up being the shittiest decision I’d ever made with my life, quite frankly.”
“Why?” Amanda asked. “What happened?”
That was something I wasn’t ready to talk about.
“Just things. It’s not important. What about you?”
“There was until he turned out to be a jackass.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Just things,” she said.
I stacked the last dish in the dishwasher before I closed it up and looked at her.
“Things, huh?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Just things.”
My cock twitched at her voice calling me ‘sir.’
“Do you ever get into town much?” Amanda asked.
“Not really. Unless we need food,” I said.
“So you really are a recluse up here.”
“I guess.”
“Don’t you get lonely?” she asked.
I could see her eyes raking up and down my body as I leaned against the counter.
“Not as lonely as you would think,” I said.
“Now that I’m here?” she asked, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
She looked up at me from underneath those long lashes of hers, and I heard my blood pulsing in my ears. I could feel my cock growing with every word that fell from her lips. I was just beginning to notice the outfit she had on. The low-cut shirt with her tits hiked up. Her dark-wash jeans that clung to her legs. The dangling earrings that accentuated the length of her neck.
I took a step back from her before I cleared my throat.
“Speaking of you being here, how’s the state of that cabin of yours?” I asked.
I saw Amanda’s face drop, and I tried not to let it make me feel guilty. I couldn't get wrapped up in her. I couldn't allow my surging urges to fuck anything up. She was a stranger and a young woman who didn’t know where she was going or what the hell she was doing with her life. I already had one child I needed to raise. I didn’t need two.
“It’s rough,” she said as she hopped down from the counter. “I’ll have to go into town this week and talk with some people about it.”
“You thinking about repairing it?” I asked.
“I could do some of the topical repairs, but there are bigger issues that need to be addressed.”
“You got the money to pull off something like that?”
I saw her shoulders stiffen and I began to regret even asking the question.
“I have my savings and a bit of inheritance money. The cabin means a lot to me, so I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“You said it was your childhood home?” I asked.
“Yep,” she said.
I could tell by the tone of her voice that I’d hit a sore spot, so I dropped the topic and moved on.
“What kind of repairs does it need?” I asked.
“Lots,” she said. “The staircase, obviously. The porch. The kitchen needs to be updated. I haven’t even gone upstairs yet because I’m afraid to walk the rest of the way up, but I’m sure it needs some shit done to it. Thankfully, the pipes and the electrical wiring don’t seem to be bad.”
“That’s good,” I said.
“I need to find someone I trust with the repairs,” she said. “I won’t let just anyone in that house to work on it.”
“Understandable.”
“And I’ll have to figure it out soon because the longer the cabin sits like that, the worse it’ll get.”
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I said.
I could see Amanda eyeing the door before she turned her gaze back toward me.
“Well, thanks for dinner,” she said.
“I didn’t cook, so thank you for dinner,” I said.
“It was nothing. An easy soup. I hope you and Lanie enjoy it.”
It seemed suddenly as if Amanda couldn’t get out of the house fast enough. She whipped the door open and closed it behind her, then practically leaped off the porch. I watched as she walked back toward her cabin in the dark, her hips swaying and her hair blowing in the wind. She had her arms folded over her chest as the winter air descended upon the mountain, and I kicked myself for making her feel uncomfortable.
I was actually beginning to enjoy our conversation before I fucked it all up.
Settling down for the night, I got into a warm shower. I could still smell her body spray lingering in the air, and I wanted to wash it from my skin. The last thing I needed was to go to bed with her on my mind. Then I would end up fantasizing about her when my eyes closed for the night.
But as my cock twitched with anger at the fact that Amanda wasn’t here with me in this shower, I knew I was in trouble.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and began to stroke. I thought about Amanda in that tight little number she had on tonight, with her low-cut shirt and her beautiful tits. I thought about ripping that flimsy fabric off her and tossing it to the floor. I thought about biting and nibbling on her pebbled nipples as she bucked against me. I thought about sliding those jeans down her legs and sliding my fingers inside her tight, wet pussy.
I bet she could grind against me wantonly and with absolute abandon.
Stroking my cock, I felt a few drops of precum slide to the surface. The warm water beat against my aching muscles as my hips began to thrust into my hand. I thought about her red lips wrapped around my dick as she gagged on its length. Then kissing away her tears of effort before I slid into her tight, throbbing pussy. I thought about fucking her against the wall and bending her over the table. I thought about sliding my growing cock into her tight little asshole.
I wondered if anyone had taken that little asshole of hers.
I thought about how her ass would bounce every time I slammed into her. I thought about smacking it time and time again, leaving my handprint behind as a sign of owning her. I thought about all the times I could make her moan my name before tears of mercy streamed down her cheeks.
Then I thought about kissing them away before I pulled one last orgasm from her body.
“Amanda. Shit. Oh fuck, those tits. That ass is so tight. Come for me. Come on my cock. Just like that, baby girl.”
My legs contracted and my abs shook. The smell of Amanda’s perfume swirled around my head. The steam of the shower blanketed my body as I shot cum against the wall, pumping my lust from between my legs. Visions of Amanda smiling at me in bed descended into my conscious mind as I lowered myself to my knees. My cock was dwindling in my hands as my eyes screwed shut.