Chapter 7
Kipp
Fish and I had gone on a long, hot hike and then visited Maggie at the farmhouse. My foster mother had been out in her garden, weeding the green beans as if it wasn’t hot as Hades. That had been my signal to go ahead and take over.
Last year, she fell when none of us were around and broke her leg.
I knew we all felt guilty about it. She and Levi had taken us all in at different times in our lives.
I was nine when I was placed with the Holts, and their family life was so different from anything I knew, it could have been another planet.
Maggie and Levi could have been unkind or indifferent; instead, they were genuine and loving.
I owed her everything, so spending time with her was never a hardship.
Maggie had kept me in lemonade and pampered Fish while I finished her weeding and listened to her chatter about her friends Janice and Marge, who attended book club at Chapter & Crumb with her.
Half my brain spent most of the time thinking about Hattie and the fact that right now she was walking around one of my cabins, touching something that I’d built with my own two hands.
By the time I got home, it was dark, and Fish was worn out. He collapsed immediately after gobbling up his kibble and slobbering water until he left droplets scattered across the floor.
The initial phase of the property was finally finished, but I still had more to do.
Building took longer than expected, and while originally I’d planned to build a separate house for myself, I prioritized the lodge instead.
It included laundry facilities, a communal area with a commercial kitchen (Lila’s idea), and a pool table.
The idea was that if a group rented the cabins for a retreat or something similar, they could cook large meals and host events in the lodge and all that jazz.
When I had extra time, I planned to add a pergola or something for outdoor gatherings if I got that far.
I had been milling my own lumber, and I hadn’t made much progress on some other projects yet.
Right now, I was living in Cabin Twelve, which was several cabins away from Hattie but close enough to see her glowing against the glass like a butterfly in the living room.
She had moved the table directly against the main windows, which would make her incredibly hot in the morning when the sun streamed in, but it was probably beautiful right now with the breeze coming in.
The whole A-frame was lit, Hattie at its center, her T-shirt slid over one shoulder, her golden hair down her back as she bent over her task, the woods quiet around her.
She was awfully trusting to be way out here alone with just me. We were miles from civilization and any help. There’d be nobody to hear her scream. She was lucky I was a good guy. Didn’t she know any better from all that true-crime shit? The thought pissed me off.
Glancing back at her as she swung her bare legs back and forth, I groaned.
Damn it. I poured myself a shot of whiskey and then turned off all the living room lights.
Going to the back bedroom to change out of my dusty clothes, I hurried through a shower.
The day had been long, and I’d spent most of it hiking, but now, thinking about Hattie sitting out there all exposed to the darkness, I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.
I soaped up, sliding my hand over my hard dick, thinking about those pouty lips of hers and how she’d moan when I slid into her.
Gripping the shaft hard and squeezing, I shut off the water and toweled myself dry.
Taking my whiskey, I sat back on my couch where I knew she couldn’t see me. Anticipation thrummed through me at what I was about to do. It wasn’t exactly right, but there was morally grey, right? This wasn’t going to hurt her anyway.
Keeping my eyes on her, I eased the waistband of my sweatpants down and pulled out my dick.
Pre-cum already leaked over the tip, and I groaned out loud as I rubbed my thumb through the crease, enjoying the sensation of my finger against the delicate skin there.
“Fuucck.” It only caused a fresh surge of moisture, and it felt like I was fourteen all over again, hiding in the barn while I got off.
Willing myself to take my time, I stroked into my hand the way I liked, watching Hattie across the way as she worked.
When she got up from the chair, and her toned legs unfolded, revealing themselves in all their glory, I pumped more frantically, tightening my grip.
Jesus. I was so close. Then she turned around, showing the apple of her ass as she moved towards the kitchen, bending into the refrigerator, showing tiny ass panties.
My balls drew up, and I bit my lip thinking about how I’d bend her over like that and drive hard into her pussy, making her moan for me.
My orgasm exploded through me as I came, my head collapsing onto the couch as my hand milked my cock for every last bit of come.