Her Best Men

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.”