She started to push me away. “It’s okay. ”
I helped her up, and she started screaming again.
“Oh God! Get it off!”
I looked at her, confused. “Get what off?”
“Layton, they’re crawling all over me and biting me!”
With one look at her, I saw she had red ants all over her. I grabbed her hand and ran over to the water hose. I turned it on and started to hose her off as she began stripping out of her clothes right in front of me.
Jesus Christ, I’ve never seen such a perfect body before in my life.
She had on black lace boy shorts with a black lace bra.
“Shit! Ouch, you little fucking bastards!” She threw her clothes off to the side and grabbed the hose. She washed her whole body down.
I just stood there and watched her. My dick couldn’t possibly get any harder. I turned and walked onto the porch. I reached up for the spare key and opened the door. Mike and I had always kept an extra change of clothes in the cabin. I walked over toward the sink and quickly stripped out of my clothes. I washed the mud off of me, and then I grabbed a towel, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my waist.
I hadn’t been in the cabin since last hunting season—with Mike.
I was just about to change into a clean T-shirt and jeans when I looked up and saw a soaking wet and crying Whitley standing in the doorway.
My heart broke in two from just seeing her cry. “Honey…”
She ran up to me and jumped into my arms as she cried hysterically.
I ran my hand down her hair and tried to get her to calm down. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
She shook her head and buried her face into my chest.
I reached down and made her look up at me. “Are you hurt somewhere?”
She shook her head. “I…I…” She bit down on her damn lower lip again. “I threw my clothes right back into the mud puddle, and the ant bites are itching, and I…” She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I don’t have any clothes to wear now!”
She started to cry again, and it was everything I could do not to laugh. I held her for a minute or two before I reached over and grabbed another towel. I took the towel and started to dry her off. I dried off her back…then her arms…stomach…down one leg and up another.
I took in her perfect body, and I wanted nothing more than to touch her. I slowly stood back up and looked into her eyes. The look in her eyes told me she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I leaned down and brushed my lips gently against hers. She let out the softest, sweetest moan I’d ever heard.
What am I doing? I don’t want or need this. I can’t be hurt again.
I pulled back just a bit. “I’m sorry. ” I took a step away from her.
She reached out, took the towel, and wrapped it around her body. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a Texas A&M T-shirt and a pair of sweats. I handed them to her and turned away, so she could get dressed.
“Please keep your bra and panties on, Whit. ”
“Why? They’re soaking wet. ”
“If I know you have no bra or panties on under my clothes, I’m not sure how I’ll react. ”
“Oh,” she said in such a sweet and innocent way. “Okay. ”
When she touched my shoulder, I jumped and spun around to face her.
“Sorry. I’m, uh…I’m done. ” She looked down at the floor. “I’ll wait in the Jeep for you. ” She turned and walked toward the door.
I wanted to call out for her to stop. I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her so bad that it almost hurt.