Fourteen | Brody
Fourteen
Brody
T he sound of snoring kept me up as Jasmin slept comfortably after squirting in my bed. She apologized profusely about the mess, but I assured her it was fine. That was one thing about me—I was rigid with most things in life, but sex wasn’t one of them. The messier, the better.
I rolled over, groaning under my breath when I realized I would have to be up in an hour. It would be a long, coffee-fueled day due to the lack of sleep, but thankfully, there wasn’t much physical labor that I could do with the second wave of snow that came through last night. The news had assured us we’d seen the worst of it, but given the two feet of fresh snow that had fallen—and continued to fall—I was calling bullshit.
Without waking her up, I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. There was no point in delaying the inevitable; might as well get up and get the day started. I was still sexually frustrated after last night but declined her offer to get me off. While I had crossed the line with everything I did to her, I was convinced I still had a chance at keeping things from getting too complicated if I stopped it there. The last thing I needed was another complication.
The hot water sprayed down on me, melting away a fraction of the stress sitting on my shoulders. I hated that I couldn’t get outside and work on what I needed to, but there was nothing that could be done about that now. The bigger problem was that Jasmin would be stuck with me even longer now that another storm had rolled in. The chances of her getting out of here and back to Sugarplum Falls safely were slim.
I squirted some shampoo into my hand and lathered it in my hair, closing my eyes as I leaned back into the water. It felt nice, but not as nice as her pussy had felt pressed against my face as I drew her orgasm out of her. Her body was beautiful, and I enjoyed exploring every inch of it.
I finished my shower and got out, drying off quickly so I could free the bathroom in case she needed it. There was another one down the hall, but I knew how much she preferred using this one. I threw on a hoodie and a pair of joggers, then slowly opened the door after turning off the light. She was still sprawled out on my bed, fast asleep.
There was a lot to get done, but unfortunately, the majority of it was outdoor stuff. I would need to check on the reindeer and make sure they had plenty of food and water, but that could wait until the sun was up. It was too cold outside to risk getting stuck out there and freezing to death. I knew they were safe in the barn and had everything they needed until it was safe to venture outside.
I started a pot of coffee and debated on what to make for breakfast. I was too tired to put much effort into cooking, but I also wanted to make sure crazy boot lady had a warm meal to eat. I opened the cabinets and looked around, hoping that something quick and easy would pop out at me. As the coffee started to trickle into the pot, the heavenly aroma filled my senses, giving me hope that today would be a productive day after all.
Settling on a boxed muffin mix, I poured myself a cup of coffee and preheated the oven. The recipe was easy enough, only needing some water, oil, and a few eggs. I added everything to the mixing bowl and then poured the mixture into the large muffin pan that I had already lined. I didn’t make muffins often, but when I did, I liked them big instead of those tiny little muffins you had to eat five of just to get full.
I set the pan in the oven and grabbed my cup of coffee as I sat down at the table. It was quiet in the house, which was what I loved the most about it. Being this far outside of town meant there wasn’t anyone around to bother me—other than a feisty woman who was obsessed with getting my reindeer.
I opened the book I had been reading and kicked my feet up on the chair across from me, getting comfortable as she walked in.
“Good morning,” I said, trying to immediately eliminate any awkward tension after what happened last night. I knew she was self-conscious about a lot, but I didn’t want this to be something she regretted.
“Morning.” She smiled, but it was as tight as her hair pulled up on top of her head. She padded across the hardwood floor barefoot as she headed to the coffee pot.
“Muffins are baking in the oven and should be ready soon,” I offered, keeping my head down and attempting to look like I was reading.
“Thank you. You don’t have to keep cooking for me.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Well, since it seems I’m going to be stuck here longer than a few days thanks to the storm outside, I can help cook if you want. Maybe I can fix dinner tonight?”
I lowered my book and folded my hands on top of it as I looked at her.
“I don’t know. Are you trying to poison me now?”
“Not at all. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She smirked as she poured herself some coffee and then looked at me again. “You like your chicken a little pink, don’t you?”
I shook my head, the corners of my lips already starting to curl into a smile from how cute she looked.
“No, Princess,” I said as I stood up and walked past her to refill my coffee cup. “It’s not chicken that I like a little pink. It’s that tight little pussy of yours.”
I heard a soft gasp escape her lips as her head whipped up to look at me. I winked and finished filling my cup before walking away and letting that image simmer in her head.