Page 44 of Stables

I still have my boots on, thankfully. Rising with the flannel draped in front of me in a way to hide my waist, I need to get out of here.

“I’ll go get the wood.” Fumbling, I grab the handle behind me to leave.

“I think you already have it,” she says quietly.

I don’t think she meant for me to hear her.

With a growl, I shut myself away from her, throwing the worthless blanket into the back of my truck angrily.

I’m such a fucking ass.

My zipper bites the underside of my stiff dick, and I deserve every ounce of pain I inadvertently cause myself.

The entire drive I squeeze the steering wheel so hard it squeaks.

Would it have killed me to throw on some pants before laying down?

Or at least make sure I wasactuallycovered with that ridiculously small quilt?

I’m not there to seduce her.

I’d break her.

There’s no way she’s my type anyways.

After her history, I can’t expect that she would ever want to give herself willingly. She’d never trust me enough to let me take control.

But the thought of her letting me makes my God damn cock hurt.

I must be a monster. Her bruises haven’t healed from the first attack, much less last night.

Yet here I am, fantasizing about pinning her over the back of her couch and eating her until she screams.

I bet she tastes sweet, like the honey she uses in her tea.

She’s only known pain, but does she know it can bring pleasure?

I’m a fucking shitbag.

It’s easy to distract my thoughts at the lumber yard.

Plywood and screws are adequate for today. I should buy some needles to shove under my fingernails to keep the thoughts of her mouth and pussy out of my head.

I’m fifteen years older than her.

That alone should be enough of a deterrent.

She’s completely off limits.

I need to remember that.

This is only until I know she’s safe. Nothing else.

Then I go back home and Char lives her best life with someone else.

My fist clenches until the nails dig into my palm.

I hope she waits for me to leave before she meets him.

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