Page 9 of While We Waited

I open the first cabinet to discover it filled with crystal glasses. “Wow. I’m surprised you’re not renting this chalet out yet.”

Hudson reaches past me to grab two beer glasses. His scent of sandalwood envelopes me and I close my eyes to memorize it. The smell reminds me of my dad. I don’t remember much about him but his scent filled the house I shared with my mom after he passed away.

“Some of the tiles broke in the bathroom. They need to be replaced.”

He sets the beer glasses on the counter and steps back. With his scent no longer messing with me, I remember how to speak.

“Sucky. The summer season is nearly over.”

He shrugs and I watch his shoulders move up and down. I bet they’re strong enough to pick me up and set me on this counter before having his wicked way with me. My panties dampen in anticipation.

I clear my throat. There is no anticipation. No one will be having their wicked way with anyone. We’re stuck here for the night is all.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Chapter 4

Timeout – What Hudson wants to call before he gives into the temptation of Nova

Hudson

Nova bends over to open a lower cabinet and my cock twitches in response. Her ass is a sight to behold. Perfectly round. I want to dig my fingers into her hips while I bury myself deep inside of her.

I retreat a few steps before I give in to temptation and flip her dress up to discover what panties she’s wearing. I bet they’re cute. Everything Nova wears is adorable.

Once I’ve seen her panties, I’d rip them off of her to discover the treasure below. I bet she tastes fantastic.

“Aha!” Nova waves a cutting board in the air. “This will do perfectly.”

She sets the board on the counter before opening her bag and bringing out bags of pretzels and chips, as well as some salami and cheese. She arranges the items on the board.

“Here. Take this into the living area while I pour our beers.”

I accept the board but don’t move away. Witnessing Nova fiddle around a kitchen is too intoxicating a sight to walk away from. I stare as she pops open two cans of beer and pours the contents into the beer glasses I set out for her. Once she’s finished, I wave her to the living area in front of me.

We settle on the sofa and she hands me the beer. “This is our Summer IPA. It’s our best seller.”

I sip the beer. The flavor of hops, lavender, and something spicy hits my tongue. It’s good. It’s really good.

“What do you think?” Nova’s smile nearly blinds me. She smiles with her entire face. Her eyes light up and sparkle, her cheeks darken, and her lips spread from ear to ear.

“It’s good,” I grunt. I wish I could lie and say the beer sucks – it would make my life way easier if the beer wasn’t drinkable – but I can’t lie to her. Not about this at least.

“Good?” She rolls her eyes. “You’re practically making love to your glass. It’s more than good.”

I notice I’m caressing the glass. Shit. I set it down on the coffee table.

“I can taste lavender and spice. What’s the spice?” I ask before she can joke any further about me stroking my glass. It wasn’t the beer I was imagining making love to. But Nova doesn’t need to know how often I imagine her naked while stroking myself in the shower.

“Trade secret.” She winks before giggling. “I’m kidding. I don’t know. It’s some kind of pepper. I can ask Paisley if you want to know the exact pepper.”

She digs her phone out of her bag but I stop her.

“No reception, remember?”

“I’ll ask her tomorrow and let you know.” She stands. “I brought a variety of beers for you to try. Let me get them.”

I don’t want to try the beers. I know they’re good. I stick to my resort but I’m not a hermit. I’ve spent time at theBootleggerbar in the town of Smuggler’s Rest where I’ve triedFive Fathomsbeer. It’s the only beer they carry.

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