Page 66 of Hide and Sneak
Instead of replying, she sucks me into her warm mouth. I wrap her hair in one hand and hold onto the dresser with the other to steady myself. She has skills that can knock a man off his feet.
I’m in heaven when a sudden knock on her door makes us both freeze. “Liles?”
Damn it, Amos’s timing couldn’t be worse. We didn’t even hear his car or the front door being unlocked. Lila’s deer in the headlights expression is almost funny.
“Don’t come in!” she calls, in a voice way higher than her usual tone.
“The door’s locked,” I whisper, glancing around for my clothes. Right, I wasn’t wearing any.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure, just…changing clothes.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “Why isn’t he at work?” She tries to manhandle me into her closet but it’s too full of stuff. Under the bed is stacked up too. All the stuff she needs for her panties by mail business takes up a lot of room. When that doesn’t work, she snatches up her phone and starts typing.
“Where’s Sutton? His truck is here,” Amos asks.
“Um…I don’t know. Maybe he took Dusty for a walk.” She opens the bedroom window slowly so it won’t make any noise.
“No, he’s right here.”
“I don’t know then. I don’t keep track of him.”
“Well, open up. I want to talk to you.”
I wasn’t prepared to tell Amos yet but it looks like I’ll have to. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “Let me talk to him first. He’ll be pissed at me, not you.”
She looks at me like I suggested a naked swim in a school of piranha. “We’re not telling him anything.”
“What?” Amos says.
“I said just a second, damn!” She drops her voice and turns to me. “Go out the window. Holly knows you’re coming. She’ll meet you at her back door.”
Is she serious? “I don’t have any clothes!”
She’s hustling me to the window despite my argument. A balled up item of clothing is shoved in my hands. “Just go!”
The window isn’t large, and I barely squeeze through, falling to the damp, cold ground. One minute ago, I had Lila’s warm mouth wrapped around my cock. Now, I’m shivering in the dark rainy night, ass out and dick bobbing. It clearly hasn’t caught up with the situation. The rain has lessened to sprinkles at least, but dirt and leaves cling to me from my less than graceful landing.
I unfurl the clothing she shoved into my hand to find her t-shirt. How did she think that was going to help? Even if it would fit me—and it won’t—did she expect me to just Donald Duck it over to the neighbors?
The window slides shut behind me and she jerks the curtains closed. I’m going to kill her. Using the wadded up shirt to cover my crotch, I hurry to the back of Holly’s trailer.
Her door opens instantly. “Come on in.”
I rush through the door and into her brightly lit kitchen where three pairs of eyes land on me. “Oh my lord, it’s a sexy dryad!” Louise exclaims.
Oh no. No no. Right on cue, a leaf falls from my back, landing on the floor between my bare feet. Louise, Rita, and Didi all grin at me over their wine glasses.
“I’ll grab you a sheet,” Holly says, stepping into the hallway, her voice full of amusement.
At least my dick has gotten the memo it’s no longer happy fun time and has deflated. It’s concealed behind the wadded up shirt. What do I say? “Oh good, you’re all here. I was worried this wouldn’t be humiliating. Sorry to interrupt.”
“Don’t apologize, Tree Daddy,” Louise says, and Didi chuckles as they all keep looking at me.
Rita sits back with a wide grin. “Were you spreading your pollen somewhere you aren’t supposed to be?”
“Would you believe I got caught in a very tiny tornado that stole my clothes?”
“Sure, we can go with that. You should probably turn around slowly so we can make sure you didn’t get any injuries. Those personal sized twisters can be brutal,” Didi says.
