Page 20 of An Adventure For Aster

He’d been up for two hours, had some breakfast, then worked out. He had weights in the spare room that used to be Willow’s. He’d had his fair share of running in the military and didn’t care to do that again but liked getting out in a kayak and paddling around.

Once he was dressed, he ran his hands through his hair, then picked up the comb and gave it a quick pass. He debated shaving for five seconds and said nah. With it getting cooler out, he liked having facial hair after not having it for much of his adult life.

He went back to his room and put his watch on, saw that it was only eight. Raine would be here to get him at ten so he’d just clean for the next two hours.

He couldn’t stand clutter or dust or dirt. Maybe it was because he’d lived around so much of it as a kid. Going in the service just fed his need for order.

When ten rolled around, he heard a car door and went to the front door to see Raine climb out of a small SUV.

She had a pair of dark jeans on that fit her like every teen’s fantasy. On her feet was a pair of those fuzzy boots that went over her ankles. He found them sexy in an innocent way.

She had a brown fleece jacket on so he couldn’t see what she might have on under it.

“Right on time,” he said.

“I’m prompt that way,” she said. “I’ve never been here before but have heard about the place from Ivy. This is adorable and such a lovely location.”

“Want to come in?” he said. “There isn’t much to see. I came with my clothes. The place was furnished because Zane used it as a vacation rental.”

“Sure,” she said. “We aren’t on a timeline if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he said, opening the door wide for her.

“It smells like lemons in here. Just like my place does when I do my monthly scrubbing.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Monthly?”

She burst out laughing. “You should see your face. I clean all the time. I told you I’ve got a germ thing. But once a month I get all the windowsills and dust in spots that it can collect. Things like that.”

“Got it,” he said. “I did that this morning.”

She looked around his place. “I want to ask if you did it only because I was coming, but too many things are lined up so perfectly I’m wondering if you had a measuring stick out for it and marked things.”

He looked closer at the coffee maker, the toaster, then the container of sugar. Everything was equal distance apart.

“Guess I’m more OCD than I thought. Could be years in the service. I like things the way I like them.”

“Me too,” she said. “Now the question is will that be a problem if we like things different ways?” She walked into his kitchen and rearranged the order of those three things but kept them the same distance apart. “Are you shaking over this?”

He moved closer and instead of touching what she did, he picked her up and sat her ass on the counter, and crowded her. “Are you shaking?”

She spread her legs a bit and let him move between them, her mouth lifting to his and kissing him like he’d wanted to do last night.

He was glad she started this.

Well, he did, he knew that.

But she didn’t squeal or act too surprised when he put her on the counter.

She did gasp, but in his aroused mind he was thinking she was feeling the same as him.

When she slipped her tongue into his mouth, he was shocked at how little control he had over his body when his dick started to twitch in his jeans.

He took a step back and watched her slip down. “Now I might be shaking,” she said fanning her face. “Why did you do that?”

“You were trying to push my buttons so I had to do it to you.”

She laughed. “I like you, Aster.”

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