Page 62 of Feverburn

How she leaned her head to one side while towel-drying her hair made me stop and stare momentarily. I caught her smiling at me while I put on beard oil and deodorant. She walked closer to sniff me.“So that’s what smells soamazingon you?”

“Yep,”I stroked my beard, winking at her.

“Beard oil? What is this, the WildWest? Are you ready for a saloonshoot-out?”She snorted at her joke.

“Oh, like you don’t always have oils on, making you smell like someancientspice market mixed with heaven, witch.”

She balked and walked closer toripthe towel off my waist friskily.“Besides smelling good, you look like a Greek god. Look at all this.”She ran her hands over my chest,“I’m used to dating scrawny punks covered in ink. I should’ve moved here sooner. I like this mountain man thing you have going for ya.”She squeezed my pecs playfully,“This isdangerous. All manly andtempting.”She broke out in another giggle.

I pulled her in for akiss,whispering against her lips.“I’ll show you what being with a real man is like. Trust that.”She nodded, liking the idea. I continued tokissher, taking my turn to open her towel and letting it drop to the floor. I loved her body against mine, warm and soft in all the right places.

My hands hungrily grabbed her ass in a slow knead, loving how each cheek filled my hand just as I expected. A lowprimalnoise escaped me beyond my control.“Rosie…”

“Yes?”

“I need you to know you have thebestass I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled against my lips.“Thank you, I grew it myself.”

She was so funny when she wasn’t trying tokillme. I could detect she was suddenly shaky, which was concerning. Still holding her against me by the ass, I whispered in her ear.“Are you nervous?”

“No? Why would I be?”

“You’re so shaky, sweetheart.”I broke theembraceto look into her eyes. She bit her lip.“Here, come with me. You can wear some of my clothes.”

She picked out a flannel that she wore as a dress. I suspected it was to drive mecrazy. It worked. To get back at her, I picked out gray lounge pants thin enough to show off my dick and a black shirt. I walked her downstairs, where Kiszka escorted her to the couch for pets and his version of storytime. I covered herbarelegs with a blanket and started a fire. Nights here by the lake can get chilly, and I wanted her hair to dry.

“Does Kizzy not go upstairs?”she asked.

“He’s terrified of the log steps, which can be slippery. I tried putting little grips down for him, but he was still too scared. Huh, boy?”

He snorted out, embarrassed.

“I feel bad, but I built this place six years before I rescued him from a puppy mill. Sometimes, I haul him up, but he howls. It’s probablybesthe doesn’t sleep up there with me because he snores.”

Mad I was outing him to our lady, he ruffed at me.

“But he has a room with a custom-built bed and anextradark crate, just how he likes it. Isn’t that right?”I asked my dog, whose eyebrows twitched before he looked at Rosie. She smiled as he put a paw on her leg, admitting he was spoiled.

I got the fire going while she talked to Kiszka. Well, let’s be honest. She mainly listened. Then I heated some food for her, guessing she was hungry. I had snatched up some wine weeks ago when she told me beer gave her a hangover. It was a smallwinto uncork it for her tonight.

“Kiszka, bed.”He huffed and sprung off the couch before I handed her the bowl of spaghetti and put the wine glass down on the coffee table with some water.

Her eyes grew big while she grabbed the bowl from me.“Babe! How did you know?”

“I have a sense of what you need in you.”I didn’t realize howdirtythat sounded, but she picked up on the undertones.

Her eyes widened before she twirled noodles and took a bite, nodding in approval. “This is so good,”she said between bites.“Thank you.”

“Figured you didn’t eat much at the party. Sorry, they’re leftovers. It was something quick—”

“You’re so good to me. And it’s delicious. I haven’t been cooking much lately. I’m living off granola bars.”She smiled and then looked around.“You were right. We just needed this cabin and someprivacy. This place is so relaxing. I bet the view of the lake isgorgeous.”

“Hopefully, you’ll see it in the morning. Which reminds me, do you work tomorrow?”

“No, I am all yours.”I liked the sound of that. It was already the middle of the night anyway.

“Good. Will you stay the night? I have a spare toothbrush you can have, and I’m pretty sure Kiszka wouldn’t let you leave even if you wanted.”She nodded, her eyes looking all doe-like. God, I was so fucked. I tried to play it cool as I pulled her legs onto my lap from where she sat in the corner of my sectional couch.

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