Page 4 of Cupid's Alpha
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Drew
I takethe roast potatoes out of the oven and put them in a big dish. Ready for eating.
Outside, the sun’s just starting to set. The sky’s all pink and orange. The air’s warm enough, but pretty soon I’ll go out back and fetch some wood. I’ll get the fire going and sit in my favorite chair with a good book and nan can sit with me knitting while we both enjoy a couple of glasses of fine, American bourbon.
“You need any help?” Emilia says.
I didn’t even notice her coming into the kitchen.
“Nah, I got it handled.”
She doesn’t move. “There something wrong?” she asks. “I feel like you’ve been avoiding me ever since we got back. If you’re having second thoughts about letting us stay here, just say the world.”
“I haven't changed my mind,” I say. “I've just been busy, is all.”
She scrunches up her eyebrows and looks me up and down. She's so damn cute. “If you say so.”
“I do. Besides, you can’t leave now. Nana Betty's taken a real liking to you and Abbie. If she thinks I’ve chased you off, I’ll never hear the last of it. I’ll probably have to run away with you.”
I hand her the potatoes and pick up the meat that’s sitting on the counter.
“So, the only reason you’re keeping us around is because you don't want to upset your Nana?” she says.
This is not the conversation I want to be having. Truth be known, I have been avoiding her. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed the company of a good woman.
I knew it the moment she got in my truck.
She sat down and turned her head and smiled at me and something in my chest went loopty loop. I knew I was screwed.
“That’s not what I said, Emilia. I want you here. I wouldn’t have invited you to stay if I didn’t.”
“Okay, good.” She takes a step closer. We’re almost touching. I feel like ripping off all my clothes and running through the woods naked with her. I want to feel what it’s like to be alone and wild with this beautiful woman. Nothing but our bodies, pressing together. Our lips kissing and our tongues licking and my cocking fucking her brains out.
“Hey, numbnuts!” Nana Betty calls in from the dining room. “What the heck are you doing in there? Growing them damn potatoes?”
I run my tongue over my lips and look down at Emilia. “We better get in there.”
Neither of us moves a muscle.
“Yeah,” she says, “I guess we should.”
I push past her before I do something stupid. Even as my arm grazes her body, a shudder of lust shoots through me and makes my cock throb.
“There you are!” Nana Betty said. “About damn time.”
“Quit your complaining,” I mutter, putting the food down in front of her.
She takes a couple of bits of meat off the plate and starts serving everyone.
Me and Emilia take our seats at the table. She’s to my left. When I look at her, she blushes. Our legs are practically touching.
This is so nice. So wholesome. I never want it to end. But I can't help but feel sad.
But pretty soon these men that are after her are going turn up. I’m going to have to take care of them. Emilia won’t look at me the same after that.
She won’t be smiling and blushing and looking at me with those gorgeous blue, Bambi eyes anymore.
She’ll have seen the real me. The killer. And she’ll run as fast as she can in the opposite direction.
