Page 41 of His One True Wish

She looked confused.

“You know, they used to be in malls. You’d buy a hot dog on a stick, and they had lemonade, which is why he had a custom-made, lemon-yellow Jeep. I cleaned him out, and then he threw down the title.”

I thought back to the day I won that car, Lenny standing there grinning, so sure his full house would win, but he couldn’t beat my royal flush. That was also when I met Angel, but that part of the story was not something I needed to share. Billie didn’t need to know anything about the worst parts of myself, so I edited the tale a bit.

“You won his yellow car,” she said.

“Yes, yes, I did.” I sighed.

“Why didn’t you repaint it?”

“Because I don’t give a shit if people think my car is ugly. The truth is, she has — ”

“She?” Billie interrupted me.

“He, they, whatever … that car is made for the desert, the jungle, the winter.”

“Okay, so your sweet little lemon is a baller. I get it.”

“You get it,” I said.

Our eyes locked, then Billie looked away and moved her fingertips across the surface of the water. It was quiet, outside of our breathing and the sound of water moving sloshing in the tub.

I heard a thump in the other room.

“I should check that,” I said, standing.

She sat up in the tub, eyes wide. “Do you think it’s something bad?”

“Nah, it’s probably just another dump of snow coming off the roof. I’ll be back.”

“Okay. I’m going to get out in a minute.”

“Take your time,” I said, then paused at the door. “And be slow when you get out of the water. If you get a head rush, sit back down.”

“You got it, doc,” she said. “I’m fine. Thanks for helping me.”

I swallowed. My hard-on had subsided while talking about the Jeep. I closed the bathroom door, my hands pressed against the wood behind me. I heard gentle splashing inside, and just like that, my dick stirred to life.Just thinking about Billie naked was enough to get me going again.

I heard another thump and walked into the great room to see the snow piled higher in front of the window. As I watched, I heard another thump as more snow slid off the roof.

For a moment, I worried about the roof, but a look at the big beams in the great room told me that this cabin was built to withstand hundred-year storms, if that indeed was what we were facing. I knew enough about the Colorado snowfall to realize that this wasn’t normal. If I had a phone that could reach the internet, or if I could bear watching the news, I was certain that this storm was setting records.

There was nothing to be done about the snow sliding off the roof, and it wouldn’t do any harm. I was a little worried about the barn, but also figured that the smart thing to do would be to assess the situation once the wind died down. To clear the barn roof, I’d need to go up on a ladder, and climbing up there in sub-zero weather with fifty mile-per-hour gusts was not wise.

I walked down the hall intending to tell Billie that everything was clear when I heard her singing through the door.

I couldn’t make out the words, but her voice sounded lovely, even muffled by the door. I stood outside listening. Damn, it was charming. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard a woman sing like that.

I heard the doorknob turn and was about to move when she stepped into the hall stumbling.

A towel around her body, she fumbled to keep it up over her breasts as I caught her right arm. My dick was hard as a rock, and I felt her lean into it, sending shivers down my body. She had to feel it.

“Hi,” I said, breathless, but not letting go.

She looked up at me, but didn’t move away. In fact, she leaned into me, pressing her body against my hard-on. Her chocolate brown eyes reminded me of pools of dark water. Her chest rose and fell, her breath shaking, but not from the cold.

She felt like lightning in a bottle in my arms. She had to feel it, too. I reached up and brushed a hair off of her face, my fingertips tingling as I touched her.

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