Page 30 of The Night Ride
Fuck it made me hard thinking about her lying in her bed.
I could see her splayed out like an offering.While I feasted on her pussy.
I wiped my hand over my face.Christ, I should not be thinking of Beth’s pussy.But I couldn’t expunge the image from my mind.
It wasn’t like I had been a monk these past five years.Far from it.But now I wondered if those other women had been my attempt to remove the memory of holding Beth in my arms.
Disgusted with myself and my train of thought, I left her bedroom trying to forget what it looked like, knowing it had scorched itself on my retinas.
I puttered around her house for another hour, taking note of things that needed to be fixed and made a mental list.While I was here, I would take care of those things for her.I wasn’t used to simply lying about with nothing to do.I was a doer and inactivity tended to drive me up a wall.
Checking the time, I headed back to the tech store.They didn’t have the cameras I wanted and had to special order them.They assured me that they could have them in before the week ended.I could hang out in Saint Louis for three days with Beth and still catch up with Lucas and Wyatt to complete the trek.
Back at Beth’s I checked out her wooden fence.There were two wooden slats that were broken and in need of repair.I located her toolbox in the garage.She had a decent offering and had a measuring tape.I measured the slats that needed to be repaired.The whole fence looked like it could use a new coat of weather sealant, so I measured the perimeter of the fence too.
The yard needed to be mowed.I checked out her mower.It needed a bit of maintenance.But some new spark plugs, oil and gas should make it run.Her weed trimmer appeared to be in working order.With a list of things I needed, I set off to the hardware store and purchased the supplies for the fence, grabbed the oil and spark plugs for the mower.Then on my way back to her house, I stopped by a gas station and filled up the small gas can I picked up at the hardware store.
By the time I reached the house with my supplies, I knew there wasn’t enough daylight for the weather sealant.I checked the weather and figured I could do that tomorrow.I fixed the fence, repairing the broken slats.Then I worked on the mower.Once it was in working order, I cut the grass and did the trim.
When I headed inside, I texted Beth.
Just so you know I had to order the cameras you need.There won’t be any installation tonight.They should be in by Friday.Once they arrive, I’ll get them installed.
Thanks for the heads up.I should be home in a bit.
Before Beth arrived home, I figured I’d get a shower in and wash the stink off me.As her guest, I didn’t want to stink up the place.Even though I’d spent days without a shower.It’s something one became accustomed to in the military.Because when you and your unit are wading through enemy territory a shower was the least of your worries.
Grabbing the small travel bottle of shampoo that I’d grabbed at the motel and my soap, I headed into her spare bathroom and stripped out of my soil clothing.Might ask her if she wouldn’t mind me doing a small load of laundry in her washer and dryer before I head out.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower that I realized my mistake.I didn’t grab a spare pair of pants and boxer briefs.The bedroom was directly across the hall.I’d finish up in here and then head across the hall in a towel.I had the house to myself.
For now.
Perhaps I should treat Beth to dinner.Since I was going to be a guest for a few more days, it might mend some fences.I didn’t care for the distance between us.
Because after all this time I wanted her.And if her response to me this morning was anything to go by, she still wanted me as well.I didn’t know how to approach it though.She was softening toward me.But it wasn’t as if I had a ton of time.
There was only one way to find out if she was open to more.
Shutting off the water, I exited the shower and dried off.Then wrapped the towel around my waist.I left my dirty clothing on the floor, figuring I would return for it once I was dressed.
I emerged from the bathroom and took three steps.In the middle of the hall, I heard a female gasp.
I swiveled in the direction of the sound.My gaze landed on Beth.She stood in the hall, her mouth open in shock.But it was her eyes that garnered most of my attention, they were hot coals of need as they caressed my body.
I knew I looked good without clothes on.I’d honed my body into a fighting machine.But I’d never had a woman stare at me the way Beth did, as if the sun rose and set with me.It spun my head.When her hazel eyes met mine, a pink blush infused her cheeks.
“Oh, um, sorry, I was just…” she trailed off and gulped.
I wanted to crow in delight.If all it took was a striptease.I’d waltz around in a towel every day.“It’s my bad.I thought I had the house to myself and didn’t realize I forgot a change of clothes until I was under the water.”
Her gaze dipped down my body again, paying particular attention to a certain part of my anatomy.Not good.Because the little bastard twitched, aching to show her what he could do.
If anything, her blush deepened, becoming rosy.And I wanted to discover if she would flush like that with desire riding her.
“Beth?”
She jerked her head up.“Oh, um, I’ve got meat cooking.I’m making tacos and I’ve got margaritas.But I have beer, if you’d prefer that as well.I hope you don’t mind.”
