One More Time

“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.