Texas Big Man

“Oh.” I feel myself blush. “Right, sorry.”

I grab my dirty clothes, and he brushes by me as I exit, so close that I can feel the heat off his skin. The water is on before I’m steps away, and when I turn back his jeans are slung over the wall just the way my clothes were. Oh God. I can see muscular legs below the walls, and the curtain sways in the breeze, giving me glimpses of skin. I see his muscular thigh, and leading up, up, up, my eyes steal a glance at the hard the curve of his gorgeous ass.

There’s no reason that I should be looking. I’m not interested. My body has a mind of its own, apparently, and even though I should go inside, I can’t seem to make myself move, my eyes drawn to the barely visible shape of his body through the curtain.

“Who’s the one spying now?” His voice calls out over the sound of the water.

Sheer embarrassment pours over me. Geeze. I can just go die now.

“If you want more time in the hot water with me, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. I’ll make it a shower that you won’t forget.”

I clear my throat. “No. No thank you. I don’t want that.”

Liar, my brain says. Because as soon as the words are out of his mouth, I imagine what it would be like to have him reach out and pull me inside. Trap me under the stream of water with his arms and kiss the hell out of me. Maybe more. I know that I wouldn’t care about the splinters I’d get in my back or if the water went cold as long as his hands were on me. My body betrays me, and as I imagine these things I feel myself getting wet.

Who am I and what have I done with my brain? Never in my life have I had thoughts like this. I swear the Texas heat has driven me insane.

“Well, if I can’t give you a shower to remember,” he says, “then maybe I can give you a show, since you seem to want a better look.”

The curtain slides open, and there he is. Completely naked and wet, cock huge and hard, pointing directly at me. Oh, fuck. He’s even more gorgeous without the rest of his clothes. Harlan Decker is a god made of flesh, and my body recognizes that. Heat and desire and everything that I shouldn’t want flow through me.

I can’t look away from him. Hell, I don’t want to look away. He said he was giving me a show, and he is. A perfect, glorious show.

When I lift my gaze to his eyes, the heat and lust there make me take a step back. He wants me. But now it’s clear that I want him too. Neither of us can get around that fact now. I could have looked away or covered my eyes, but I didn’t. I soaked up looking at his cock like I was a woman dying of thirst and the view of his body was the only thing that could save me.

I still don’t want to look away, but I have to. This isn’t meant to be. This isn’t how it works. Not how my life is going to work, at least. It can’t be.

Forcing my eyes away from the body that I want to memorize, I practically run inside the house and lock the door of my bedroom behind me. I’m dripping on the floor, and absolute mess, and I’m going to be stuck here alone with that man for the next three months.

I am in so much trouble.

4

Harlan

Dawn comes bright and early on the ranch. As soon as the sky brightens my eyes are open. There’s lot of work to get done and no time to waste. Though this morning I would rather sleep in because of all the tossing and turning I did last night. Knowing that Melena was right on the other side of the wall did me in.

When she ran from the shower and locked herself in her room, she didn’t come out for the rest of the evening. Hell, I’ll be lucky if she comes out at all at this point.

I spent a lot of time in my room last night as well, but not because I was avoiding Melena. Because I knew that if I saw her again the urge to touch her would be overwhelming.

When I heard the door to the house slam, I didn’t pause for a second before I soaped up my hand and started pumping my cock. The flimsy wall of the shower creaked as I leaned one hand on it to steady myself as I jerked off, fast and viscously, needing the release after being around her for just an hour. I fucked my hand thinking of her in those hot pink panties. I imagined her in the shower, just minutes before. Running her soapy hands up and down her body, around her tits, between her legs. I was surrounded by the smell of her soap and shampoo, and I imagined that my hand was her small hand, jerking my cock and whispering dirty things in my ear. How she wanted to taste me. How she’d never felt a cock so hard before. I thought about how I’d reach down and touch her pussy. Drag a finger up her slit and find her dripping wet. I came hard against the shower wall with loud grunts, and it’s a miracle the shower was still standing at all by the time I was done.