Small Town Big Man

Even working tirelessly, she's finding her way into my projects now. I planned out a custom window for a client yesterday, and the stained glass tulips I’d been planning ended up being lilacs. I can’t get this girl out of my head.

What the hell has gotten into me?

Throwing the covers off, I sit up in bed and check the time. It's six in the morning, and the sun is just starting to filter through the windows, filling the house with natural light.

Heading downstairs, I make a coffee and start a fire. The power could be back on, but I don’t even check, I prefer the wood stove any day over the propane heat I had put in while my father was ill.

Sitting down on the couch, my mind goes right back to her. I haven't been able to even sit in my living room without thinking about my night with her. Without remembering how perfect she looked here in the morning light.

Her perfect body, her full curves, her raindrop shaped tits. The way her lips felt on mine and how her pussy devoured my cock as she slid down.

I'm getting hard just thinking about it. My cock is thickening as I recline back on my couch, and my hand automatically goes down into my pajama pants and I start jerking off. I stroke myself until I’m fully hard before I pull my cock out. I begin to stroke from tip to base with slow, firm strokes. Closing my eyes, I can see her clear as day.

Up and down, up and down, I work my cock like she's riding me again. Licking my hand, the friction eases, and I glide up and down a little faster. I'd give anything to feel her again, to fuck her until her legs go numb, and her eyes roll back in her head.

My hand moves, slamming down at the base and squeezing around my swollen tip as I slip back up. She felt so good around me, she felt perfect in my arms. Her pussy was warm, wet, and tight.

And as I see her in my mind, with goosebumps jumping over her skin and her body riding me harder, my balls start to pull up, and my stomach clenches.

Her moan, the fucking moan that spilled from her lips is enough to send me over the edge as I jerk my dick and ease this ache I feel. Hot cum spills over my knuckles and my heart races as a light sweat beads on my forehead.

Opening my eyes, I take a second before getting up and grabbing a napkin from the kitchen to clean myself off. This has been my reality every single day since she climbed out of my truck. I can't sit by the fire and not get turned on by just thinking about her.

This has never happened to me before. I've never been this hot for a woman in my life, including my ex, Cara.

After I shower and have some breakfast, I spend a little time in my studio working on a few orders and trying to clear my head. I should have gotten her number, and I didn't. That's what’s really killing me.

Why didn't I ask her?

So, what do I do to try and fix that mistake? I’ve spent every single day driving into town with the hopes of accidentally running into her again. Even Candice is starting to notice the imprint I'm making in her bar stool.

And, here I am again, sitting in my truck outside the Bear Claw, hoping I have some luck.

Pushing the door open, I stand and look around. But the place is empty, as usual. Once summer hits, this place will be packed wall to wall with tourists. The locals will stay away until late autumn.

I take a seat at my usual table in the corner. I look up and spot Candice staring at me from the kitchen. Her lips peel back into a thin line as she shakes her head.

She moves behind the bar and grabs a glass, pouring me the only thing I ever order, Jack and Coke, and comes to the table. Setting it down, she flashes me a big grin.

“I'm starting to think you've got a thing for me, Anders. I never see you this much.”

Chuckling, I lift the glass and take a sip. “Maybe I just really like your gumbo,” I say with a smirk.

“No one really likes the gumbo, not even you.” She wipes her hands on the towel tucked in her waistband and sets her hand on her hip. “I won't say I mind this, though. It's nice to see you getting out and about again. It's been long enough you cooping yourself up in that cabin. I think you might be becoming downright sociable.” She slaps me in the shoulder with her towel and smiles at me.