Page 38 of Cabin Fever

I mumbled, "Yeah, I'd like to be helpful to him."

"Did you say something? I can't hear you. The door's in the way."

"Then open it. I promise I won't smear poop on you."

"Okay. But go straight into the bathroom when I open the door."

"I swear on Kitty's love of food."

Kitty must have heard me because I heard a bark from inside. The door clicked, and I quickly took off my boots and stepped back. Slowly and with a few creaks, the door opened.

With my hands behind my back and my brows creased in concern, I was determined to express that I meant the truth. She held the door open but plastered her back against the wall. The air wasn't much warmer as I stepped inside. There was still a hole over the loft, but it had been temporarily covered. Along with the vet showing up yesterday, so did two guys to start working on the roof.

They did what they could and promised to be back today. It was almost lunchtime and I had yet to see them.

I scooted inside and watched Olivia as she focused on where my hands should be. As she closed the door and turned to face me, I reached up. "Looks like you got something in your hair," I said as I pulled on some strands.

The cry was shrill as it blew out of Olivia's throat. It caused Kitty to howl. Off in the distance, I think I heard some wolves howl along.

"What is wrong with you? My hair! I have poop hair!" She stepped forward and pulled some of her locks toward me. "How much shit did you get in my hair?"

My lower lip quivered, and I tried to appear shocked, but I hadn't had this much fun since I was a teenager.

I pinched my finger and thumb together and held it up. "Maybe this much. I don't know . . . Here, let me have a closer look."

I stepped closer, my breath causing her hair to flutter across her chest. Her hands snapped up, grabbing my right arm before I had a chance to lift it.

"Don't you dare. If you touch me one more time with your poop hand, I'll knee you in the nuts."

I rolled my lips between my teeth. She bared her teeth like a wild animal trapped in a corner. Olivia was almost foaming at the mouth with anger and she'd never looked more adorable.

She held up my hand in front of me and wiped it down my face.

"Smells like lemon," I said just before I stuck my tongue out for a lick of my finger.

She dropped my hand as if it burned her and stepped back, hitting the back door in the process.

"Oh. My. God. You're insane. I knew you were a bit of a loner, but I didn't think you were deranged."

Rolling my eyes, I realized it was time to end this. "Take a look at my hand. Does it look like there's sheep dung on it?"

Olivia's expression changed from horror to uncertainty then to surprise. She took a hesitant step forward and sniffed the back of the hand I held out.

"It does smell like lemons."

"I told you. I washed my hands with some soap and the hose I have out back before I came in here."

She flashed her breathtaking smile and sighed. There was a sparkle in her gaze, and I wondered if she enjoyed the torture game I played with her as much as I did.

"It's about time for lunch. Why don't you take a bath, to make sure all the grime is off you, and I'll make grilled cheese and soup," she said as her finger pointed to the bathroom, but her eyes stayed on my lips.

What if you took a bath with me?

I wanted to ask her that but knew it wasn't a good idea. She was here to help, nothing more. Olivia was the first friend I had since I was a little boy, and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that.

I swallowed my longing and nodded. My eyes remained glued to the beautiful sway of her backside as she made her way to the kitchen. Once I closed the door to the bathroom and started the tap on the bathtub, I wondered if I should rub one out before or after the soak?

Making up my mind on the latter, I stepped into the steaming water after getting undressed and putting the plastic covering on to protect my cast. While scrubbing up, I spent more time on my dick than necessary while thinking of Olivia bending over in the barn.

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