Page 3 of Just in January

Why did the universe decide to play such a cruel joke onme?

I haven’t been near a woman in seven years. Not alone in the same room, anyway. And now, I have this absolutely perfect specimen, ripe and teasing my dick relentlessly, with her big eyes and plump lips. The things I could do to her right now… ThewaysI could bend that tiny little body.

I think I can smell her cunt from where I stand eight feet away. Four steps is all it would take…

“I’m sorry, Mr. Grant. Were you not expecting me?”

Huffing out a gruff sigh, I grip the countertop to keep something in my hands. To stop myself from dropping my jeansand yanking one off right here in front of her. “I told Jake to send me someonegood. Someone…olderor, I don’t know.Experienced.”

Her little cheeks blush fervently, and it makes my cock surge with blood. “Well, I think he sent me here because I helped out on a farm most of my life growing up. And I am a hard worker. I don’t mind getting dirty or on my knees, if that’s what it takes. I’ll do just about anything I can!”

She pauses and tilts her head as the deep groans escaping my chest get louder with every word she speaks. I can’t be near her… I’m about to hurt her.Calm yourself, you disgusting pig.

The girl is clearly too young for me and a beauty, while I’m a brute. Old. Pouch gut. Worn out and tired. “How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m eighteen.” My head hangs backward as I stare at the ceiling. Her sunshine voice cuts through my visions of picking her up and thrusting inside her little pussy. “How old areyou,anyway?”

“A lot older.”

Her jaw drops, and my dick throbs at the image of stuffing it inside her. “That’s rude. I answered your question. Shouldn’t you answer mine?”

I could tell at the wedding she was going to be miss go-getter. Probably always sleeps a perfect eight hours and wakes up refreshed. She is a child. Of course she would. “I’m forty-two, and I don’t think this will work out. I need someone…bigger.”

She tosses her hands on her hips like she’ll scold me. “That’s discrimination. You haven’t even let me prove how much I can do.”

It’s taking everything in me to not respond to her comments about howhardshe can work or being on her knees or willing to do anything…

“You stay right there and give me a minute. I’ll be right back.” I leak with urgent need, my throbbing length desperate to release from its cage. Turning around, I head back into the kitchen and unbutton my jeans. As my palm grips my cock, I get some relief, but freeze when I hear her enter right behind me.

Leaning over the kitchen island, I grit out, “Didn’t I tell you to stay?”

“Y-yes, but you’re getting a call. I j-just came to hand over your phone. You left it in the other room.” Sure enough, my cell rings in her little hand, and I try to hide my erection by the countertop as much as possible when she lays the device in front of me.

Instead of leaving while I answer it, she gazes around the room, familiarizing herself with things in the cabinets. “Yeah?”

“Justin! Hey, we need someone to fill in next month. Can you make it out here? Alaska this time.”

My breath comes out in a loud pant as I squeeze my eyes closed. “No, Chris. Told you, I’m retired from the oil rig. Got my parent’s inn to take care of now that they’re gone. I’m staying put. Too old for that kind of work. Check with some of those young guns you got on payroll.”

“Alright, man. Well, if you change your mind, give me a call!” Pressing the end button, I worry about how to take care of this situation standing in my kitchen.

The little girl peeks at me behind a blonde curl. “Do you miss it?”

Furrowing my brow, I glance to where she’s set out some flour and baking soda on the marble top island. “What?”

“The oil rig. I understand you worked there a long time. Do you miss that? And… sorry about your parents. Was it sudden?”

Shaking my head, I try to contain my irritation at her questions. “No. Not like—” There it is… those flashes of Kimberley’s car at the bottom of the ravine during thesnowstorm. Police coming to tell me she’d slipped off the road. Everything I’d been avoiding since being back. “No. The only thing I miss is solitude. What are you doing with that?”

“Thought I could prove to you how good of a cook I am! If you want to tell me what you need done, I can set myself to work. I mean, other than a good cleaning or floor polishing, laundry, all of that. I’ll take care of it.AndI’ll stay out of your way. I saw books in there that look good to read at night.”

Shit. She’ll be staying here. Backing away from the countertop to put more distance between my lumbering body and her small one, I cross my arms. “No parties. No drinking or drugs. No smoking. You do your thing, like you just said, and I’ll do mine. There’s a lot of plumbing, electrical, and woodwork I need to busy myself with and can’t be watching over you all the time. Cook three squares a day. Clean the place. Understand?”

Her hair shakes as she nods her head with fear behind her eyes. “Um, Mr. Grant?”

“Call me Justin. Mr. Grant sounds like I’m your teacher or something.”

“Justin? Y-your fly is open.”

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