Page 40 of Half Blind

Chapter 13- Magnetism

Helen's mind, as wellas her driving, remained focused and steady while she made the two-hour trek to Plainfield, Indiana to see the home purchased by her big hunk of a hero. She had no actual plans or expectations for the weekend other than sitting close to him, getting hugs and kisses and enjoying the warmth of waking up next to so much man. Mustang made her feel protected and safe. Everything inside of her was in turmoil, but on the outside, she'd learned through hardships to be the duck on the pond. To onlookers, the neatly dressed woman appeared calm and collected in the face of adversity. On the inside, she was still at times the terrified little girl, running faster than her legs could take her, but getting nowhere. This weekend, she hoped to make strides with her guy on their upcoming plans. True, they had spoken about sharing a life, but nearly a month had passed. This is where the turmoil rose its head and began to fester inside of her belly.

Mustang had time to change his mind, or perhaps in the moving of his entire life from the west coast to boring middle of America, her hunk had thought, “Hey, fuck this.”

“Or me,” she said, looking over at her purse where she stashed her new love potion. “Goodness, Helen, when did you suddenly learn to like sex so much? Like? Enjoy? Finally, get to understand pleasure? That man. That sexy ass man did this to me and my cooter. I don't know if I actually love him or my cooter does. Either way, we both are going to be happy as hell to see him in just a few minutes.”

The conversation with herself came to an end as the GPS announced the upcoming exit. She followed the instructions, which led her to the property she'd picked on the internet to be the new home for the man called Mustang. The wooden fence was most of the way up, and the wrought iron entry gates were being installed. Monday would be his first day on his new job, and it nearly broke her heart to not be at the house when he came home from his first day of work. It also made her climb into her feelings worrying that she wouldn't be at the house to make him breakfast or pack his lunch to send him off to the first day at the new job.

“Maybe,” she said, looking over at her purse.

She entered the yard, driving past the run-down buildings and the small homestead Helen suggested could be his new workshop. Her breath caught at the sight of an adorable avocado green home with a front porch. The immediate thought came to mind of have a few rocking chairs on the porch, along with a small table to hold her tea or maybe a porch swing.

Gravel lined the drive path where she pulled in next to the home and provided a path to her handsome hunk. She drove a bit further, almost coming around the rear to find a carport. Helen pulled in, put the vehicle in park, and exhaled slightly. Cutting the engine, she stepped out of the vehicle and looked over the land. A great deal of work was needed to make it feel like the people who crafted thoughtful pieces lived in this home.

Helen turned to look at the house. She jumped, startled at seeing her man on the porch. He had a wide smile, which also made her return the silent greeting. She maintained eye contact with him as she walked to the porch.

“Hey there, Trooper Neary. How are you doing?”

“Better now,” Mustang said. “Should I say welcome home?”

“A nice home it is,” Helen said. “This is pretty swanky in comparison to what I’ve got back in Kentucky. I got a double wide, and this is, wow, how many square feet is this and what’s the number of bedrooms?”

He watched her walk up the stairs. His mind thought of all kinds of things to say to get the sexy party started, but she deserved more from him. If it cost him the remainder of his sanity, she was going to get the best version of Jarius Neary, the man they called the Mustang. “Four bedrooms, three baths, at 3,160 square feet. Come on inside and see the place.”

Helen stood immobile. “No kiss? No sexy words to titillate my senses?”

“Well, I was going to call while you drove to talk about the kids...you know, tell Mamma how much they were missing you, and that left one, he kept trying to spit up each time I said your name,” he said, nearly chuckling.

“I shall get to the kids in a minute,” she told him. “I like the land. How do you feel about the house?”

“It has more features than I thought,” he said, leading her inside. “The finishes—I was surprised—are higher end. The bathroom is nice, and there is a formal dining room and eat-in kitchen, as you can see.”

“I like,” she told him, running her finger over the granite countertop on the kitchen island. “Lead on, Garçon.”

“Here, off the kitchen, is an office with the third bathroom, and a bedroom that would be great as your craft room,” he told her, still staring at the woman he wanted to lift onto the kitchen counter and do nasty things to with his mouth. Instead, he pointed. “The great room is here, and you can enter the master bedroom here, or if you walk this way, you come to the utility room. Here is the second bathroom and two guest rooms. We have to walk back this way to the master.”

Helen followed behind him, watching the tight buns. More than anything, she wanted him naked and sweaty, but there was a buildup she needed in order to make her idea work. She refused to make eye contact with the bed, but walked into the bathroom and gasped. “This tub and shower, like wow. I love this. It is large enough for both of us, plus this bench seat gives me ideas.”

“Hmm. Okay, but there is only one closet, it is a walk-in, and if you want, the closet in one of the other bedrooms can be yours,” he offered.

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