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“The deal was I did dishes if you paid for dinner,” I reminded him.

“You are doing dishes,” he reasoned, “I’m just speeding up the process so we can get to dessert.”

A man after my own heart. Near the tail end of dish duty, Ox got a phone call from one of his Brothers and stepped outside onto the deck to talk. Far more tired than I realized, I decided to take my shower before dessert so I could simply brush my teeth before going to bed.

Disappearing into the bedroom, I began to set out my clothes and lotion onto the bed for my post-shower ritual. Going into the bathroom, I stripped down and cranked the heat on high. Asa New Englander, I shouldn’t be affected by the cold this much. However, living in California for the last few years must have really thinned my blood because at the earliest sign of a chill, I was craving turtle-neck sweaters and pumpkin spiced lattes.

After my shower, I lotioned and stepped into my pajamas. Just as I was slipping on my socks, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“It’s unlocked,” I called out, as Ox entered and filled the room with his larger than life presence.

“How was your shower?” the handsome man inquired, as he took in my wet hair and pjs with a knowing grin. He’d spent enough nights with me now to know how much I liked my nightly shower before tucking into a set of clean sheets.

His smile was contagious so I smiled back at him. “The water pressure was surprisingly good for a cabin and the hot water never flagged.”

In fact, I was able to successfully shave without it ever running out. That was never a guarantee at my apartment. More often than not, the water got lukewarm halfway through and I had to rush the rest of my shower before it turned to straight up liquid ice.

“Yeah, my Brother Pipe knows his shit. He only ever buys the best of the best when it comes to technology, so everything in this cabin is state of the art. Usually five or six of us will come up here in the fall for hunting, and we never run out of hot water.”

That was impressive. “He should have a talk with my landlord. He could learn a thing or two from your friend.”

Ox frowned. “Is he being a creep to you or something?”

Seeing his anger building, I quickly shook my head. “No, he’s never done anything to me. It’s just not the nicest apartment complex. But as a college student paying my own way through school, it’s all I can afford at the moment.”

Looking displeased with that, Ox’s frown deepened. “Let me check with a few people. I’ll find you a better place in your budget with working hot and cold water and no creepy landlords.”

I smiled brightly at his kindness. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve done enough for me already.”

Ox stepped closer and ran a strand of my honey blonde hair through his large fingers. With me sitting, and him standing, it looked like I was being lorded over by a fearsome giant. It made me feel small. Safe. And dominated. And my girlie parts especially appreciated the last bit.

“Babe, I haven’t begun to do all the things I want to do for you, and to you,” the man rasped, his already deep voice gruffer than usual.

A warmth spread through me at his words. Reflexively, I tilted my head back and gazed into his light blue eyes. When his thumb played along the seam of my lips, they automatically parted to allow him entrance. When it dipped inside, my tongue stroked his rough skin and something that sounded suspiciously like a growl rumbled in his cavernous chest.

My eyes never left his as I began to slowly suck his thumb, allowing it to slip back and forth between my pursed lips. A fire, deep in my chest, sprung to life and began to burn a path all throughout my body.

“If you like that, Babe, I’ll give you something else you’ll love to suck,” he said, gripping my hair and feeding my head back and forth along his thick fingers as he slipped a second inside. “Take off your clothes, Kayla. I want to see all of you spread out in my bed.”

Wanting that myself, I got to work undressing. Ox’s hungry gaze watched me with lust-crazed interest. As soon as my breasts were exposed, he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.Wanting to please him further, I stroked my nipples and bit my lower lip.

Reaching down, Ox squeezed his cock and gave it a rough tug through his jeans. “Fuck, Babe! You want me to come before I even get inside of you?”

Shaking my head, I reached down to my sweat pants and pulled them down my hips. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and that fact wasn’t lost on Ox.

“What a pretty little pussy,” he complimented, watching it with so much intensity it nearly stole my breath. “I can’t wait to stretch it wide with my big dick and get it all nice and dirty.”

My heart skipped a beat as I glimpsed the enormous bulge in his jeans. Though I’d never seen it directly, it was clear by that bulge that Ox’s cock was every bit as oversized as the man himself.

“You see something you like, Babe?” Ox posed then, cupping the back of my head with his massive hand.

“Yes,” I answered thickly, gathering my nerve to do all the things I’d wanted to do to this man since we’d met.

Ox’s blue eyes smoldered down at me. “Then show me what you want. Take it out. I like to watch you play with it.” With panther-like grace, he smoothly slipped out of his cut, then his long-sleeved Tee.

My gaze hungrily consumed the man in front of me and my mouth literally began to water. From his biceps, which were the size of tree trunks, to his core, which rippled and flexed with each subtle movement, his body was solid muscle and absolute perfection. I usually wasn’t into the body-builder type, but on Ox, it was different. His physique was that of a gladiator’s, and being jacked seemed completely natural on him.

And then there were his tattoos. They were nothing short of beautiful. The artwork was exceptional. The different lines and images blended together seamlessly with every curve and bendof his muscled body. Like they too had always been a part of him, they covered nearly every square inch of visible flesh. And the final product was absolutely mesmerizing.

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