Page 5 of My Recluse Valentine

I lead her to the guest bathroom that's never been used because I know once I have her in my private space that will be it for tonight and we will all go hungry. "The towels are in the bathroom closet. I'll grab you one of my flannels to wear. Make sure to leave the bra and panties off." I kiss her lips one last time before swatting her ass toward the bathroom door.

My closet is full of every color flannel you could imagine. I flip through each one trying to decide which one I want to see her in first when my hand lands on my favorite forest green flannel that matches her eyes perfectly and set in on the guest room bed.

The sound of water running reminds me she's naked only a few feet away from me. My mind conjures up the image of droplets of water running down each one of her curves even the tips of her nipples that I have yet to taste.

So lost in the vision I have to physically remove myself from the room before I take her up on her offer to join her when I hear the distinct sound of her singing one of my favorite songs. In fact, my mom always told me I was named after it since she took a chance of my dad when he first asked her out.

Reluctantly I leave her to her shower and check on the stew in the crockpot I made earlier, because like any good mountain man there's always something cooking in a crockpot.

After dishing up two helpings of stew and mushing it up, I blow on them to cool it down for Milo and Poppy, who surprisingly I haven't seen since they so rudely interrupted us, demanding to be fed.

"Poppy. Milo." I call setting the plates close enough the fireplace they can enjoy the heat as they eat but not to close that they overheat. Kind of like I'm feeling now overheated with thoughts of Blossom running through my brain.

Poppy and Milo come dashing into the room from some secret place in the cabin. I'm going to have to watch these two because I haven't had a chance to have Poppy fixed and by the looks of it neither is Milo.

"Something smells delicious."

I glance up to see Blossom standing in the doorway of the living room wearing only my shirt and a wave of possession rips through my body. "Mine." I growl, lurching for her.

She squeals and gracefully spins out of my grasp. "You promised to feed me first and I'm going to hold you too it. Now why don't you hop in the shower and get cleaned up while I dish up our food."

"How about if I dish you up first?" I reach for her, gripping her neck and pulling her lips onto mine in a deep kiss—leaving no room for doubt about my intentions.

"Shower first. Playtime later." She breaks the kiss and gives my ass a playful swat.

"Fine." I find myself repeating her word from earlier when she was the one trying to tempt me into the shower with her.

I dash into my bedroom and take the fastest shower I've ever taken in my life even with giving my cock a couple of tugs to help calm it down. When I return to the living room, I'm met by a sight I want to see for the rest of my life, Blossom at home on my couch with our supper on the coffee table, with her looking out the large glass window facing the backyard and the spectacular mountain view I promised her and our two cats snuggled up next to her.

She turns to face me with a huge smile on her face. "You're right. The view from in here is amazing."

"It's never looked better." I never take my eyes off of her as I take a seat on the couch next to Milo. To my surprise he rolls over and presents his belly to me. "He must have heard us talking about the belly rubs I give Poppy. Looks like he wants me to give it a try." I laugh at the whole domesticated scene of having Blossomand Milo in my home. A feeling of peace and belonging I haven't felt since before my parents died in a car crash the day after I turned eighteen fills the void in my soul.

"He's not the only one waiting in line for one of your famous belly rubs." Blossom gives me a saucy wink as she lifts a spoonful of stew to her lips, blowing on it before opening her mouth wide and taking a bite.

"Eat." Is the only word I'm capable of saying as all the blood from my brain is now pooled down south as my cock hardens beneath my gray sweatpants.

five

Blossom

How is a girlsupposed to concentrate on eating when that monster between his legs keeps growing larger and larger before my eyes. Needing a distraction, I decide to ask him more about himself. I don't know much. It might be nice to know a little something about the guys I'm going to let bang me five ways to Sunday.

Holding back a giggle I ask him the first thing that pops into my head. "Tell me about your family." At his sad expression I wish I could take my words back. "Or not." I add, taking a large bite of the delicious stew to keep from asking another obviously painful question.

"They died, fifteen years ago in a car accident." His face takes on a faraway look as he sets his bowl of stew on the coffee table.

"Sorry." I blurt out around the meat and vegetables in my mouth.

His vision clears as he looks at me with a sad smile, "It's okay. I want you to know about them. The accident happened the day after my eighteenth birthday. I was only weeks away from graduating high school when I freak accident took both their lives. I didn't grow up in Hope Peak. I'm from the Midwest originally. My parents were on their way home from the state basketball tournament I played in. We won. I was named most valuable player and team captain of the all-tournament team. My parents were so proud of me—each hugging me and telling me they loved me as they stood with the rest of the parents outside our locker room. I hugged them back telling them I loved them too. I wanted to ride home with them like I always did after my basketball games, but they insisted that I ride the team bus home and celebrate with my teammates—telling me they'd meet me at home, but they never did." A look of absolute anguish crosses his face, and I wish I never would have asked him about his parents until my heart tells me he needs to talk to someone about what happened.

"It was mid-March—the weather is always a little prickly that time of year—one day sunny the next an ice storm. It just so happened the day had been warm enough to melt the snow and ice off the road only to refreeze in patches causing black ice to form in spots on the roads. My parents were driving under an overpass at the exact time a semi was driving on the overpass. The semi driver hit a patch of black ice and lost control of his rig, hitting the guard rail before falling over and landing on the road below. The driver died on impact. The accident was unwitnessed, so they didn't even know my parents were crushed in their car beneath the semi's trailer until a few hours laterwhen they were cleaning up the accident and moved the semi. When the cops came to my door I had just returned home since our coach took us all out for a celebratory meal. I went from the happiest day of my life after winning a state championship to the worst day of my life having lost my parents to such a freak accident."

I squeeze his hand not realizing that sometime during his story I had set my bowl on the coffee table and picked up his hand.

"The coroner said they died on impact never knowing what happened. I like to believe it was painless." He gives me such a sad smile my heart breaks for the boy who lost his parents and for the man in front of me baring his soul to me. "I joined the army the day after I graduated from high school and never looked back after I packed up all of our belongings and sold the only home I ever knew. For years I blamed myself for their death. If I hadn't played basketball, they'd still be alive today. Or if I played on a bad team, we never would have played in the state championship game. Or if we had lost the game would that have changed enough of the timeline that they wouldn't have been in the accident. Or maybe I would have died with them."

"Stop." Unable to stand the thought of never meeting him, I throw my arms around him. "No one can predict the butterfly effect. Besides I believe in fate. As much as it hurts fate plays a huge roll in everyone's lives. I don't know why it chose to take your parents away from you at such a young age, but I'm glad it brought us together. I only wish it hadn't hurt you so bad."

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