Page 23 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
Then again, this isn't just normal morning wood.
It’s the effect of remembering Patty in that sundress, theway she smiled, looking delectable. Good enough to eat. Which brought me back to that wonderful smell of bacon cooking on the stove.
I get to my feet, padding over to the shower. I wash my face first and brush my teeth, then I shuck off the boxers and climb in. I clench my teeth as a fresh spray of cold water stings my skin.
Just what I need, a cold shower.
Unfortunately, while the cold makes me miserable for a couple of seconds until my body adjusts, it doesn’t do much to get rid of my erection.
Shit.
How on earth am I supposed to go out there and act like a decent human being and not a horndog, with this damn hard-on standing up in front of me like the figurehead on an olden days pirate ship?
I wrap my hand around my cock, and bite back a groan, as the image of Patty’s curvaceous body flows effortlessly and unbidden into my mind. Once again, she's in the sundress that shows off her sun-kissed skin and freckles. And those baby blue eyes...
"Fuck," I bite out as a tremble goes through my body.
It’s her hand I imagine wrapped around my cock now. Closing my eyes I can almost see her leaning against the opposite wall, smiling as she works me slowly. Naturally, she would be naked at this point, although clothes work for me too. I watch the spray of water, sluice down her skin, sticking the fabric to her flesh and exposing the curves underneath.Good Lord.
Actually, on second thought I would rather have her naked, so I can see if the freckles are on any other part of her body. I’d want to kiss them, taste her skin, see if it was assweet as I imagined. I would start by sucking on her nipples until she moans wildly for me.
And then I'll go lower, the smell of her essence beckoning me to taste.
She'll be wet at this point, but I’d lick her until she was flooding against my tongue.
Then after I straighten, she'd pump me harder, wanting me over the edge too.
She'll lick her lips, her eyes awash in desire.
Kiss me, Charlie.The phantom whisper is stronger than any temptation I've ever faced and I nod leaning in.
My hips jerk, shooting my load into the air.
“Fuck," I whisper shakily, shoulders sagging as I press my head against the cool tile. My body tremors and I try to climb down from my high. I can’t believe an imagined kiss was enough to set me off like that. I also can’t believe that I used the thought of a woman I just met to jerk off. It feels wrong somehow, like I'm some creep, even though she will never know what I was thinking.
Nevertheless, I need to get it together. I can't let Patty know how much I want her. Something tells me that she has been through a lot and probably the last thing she needs is some guy drooling over her.
I take a few extra minutes to wash off before I step out of the spray and wipe my body with a towel.
Then I get dressed and emerge from my room.
By the time I reach the Kitchen, Mitchell is gone and it's just Patty and her little ones. Maddie, the youngest one, sees me first and she waves with a mouthful of Cocoa Krispies.
“Hello, Mister.” Her words sound garbled and milk dribbles down her chin. I can’t help but smile.
“Hey,” I say. Then to the older one who is staring at mewide-eyed, I try to soften my expression even more and say, “Hey to you too.”
“Hello.” She ducks her face away almost instantly. I sigh.
Hopefully, she’s just shy and not terrified of me. And then I switch my attention to her mother who is by the stove and turning around to beam at me.
“Hey, Charlie,” she says in that effortlessly husky tone. "How did you sleep?”
Fuck.
Now I’m all hard again.
I barely manage a nod, tongue-tied by her sunny smile. She doesn't seem to notice as she continues talking, “I’m making some bacon and biscuits. Not sure how the biscuits will turn out since we ran out of milk halfway through, but I think they should be all right. Also, I’m going to the grocery store in a little bit to pick up ingredients for tonight's dinner and do the week’s shopping. Anything in particular you want?”
