Chapter Six
Duke
I’m not sure I’ve ever had a longer night in my life. I’m also not sure why I ever thought that telling Kit about how I feel would help the situation. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Feelings that can’t be acted upon don’t do any good out loud. A fucking teenager would know that.
What the fuck was I thinking? How could I allow myself to be in a situation with her that was so vulnerable?
All I can think about is her soft, pink, little pussy and the way it creamed around that dildo, the way she bucked and moaned, the way she looked at me when I said goodbye.
Fuck!
I climb up into my truck and start the engine before assessing the damage the snow brought last night.
We got about two feet of fresh powder, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary for this area this time of year, so it’s business as usual.
Good thing too. The sun is out today, and I’ve got time to make up for after yesterday’s slowdown. Hopefully I can focus.
I need to focus. The Wilders are coming into town next week and they expect phase two of our project to be complete. These are the types of guys that don’t like to be disappointed, though who the fuck does?
The roads have already been plowed, and the truck skims over the pressed powder as I make my way through the snow lined forest and down into town. I try not to look at Kit’s house as I pass by, but I can’t help myself.
She’s already left for the day. The driveway is already plowed like her father took care of it this morning.
I should invest in a good plow for the truck. It’s probably time to see it as a necessity. It will be in Wyoming too.
Wyoming.
I swallow hard and turn up the radio, hoping to drown out the thoughts that keep circling my head, but they only get louder.
Why the fuck are you leaving?
Why the fuck are you leaving?
Why the actual fuck are you leaving?
The thought of not seeing Kit for twenty-four hours ruins the day. I can’t imagine not running into her for months.
I try to convince myself that it’s about the business, that living out in Wyoming to head the new branch makes the most sense, but I know damn well we could run it just fine from here. I also know a couple of the guys are willing to travel if needed.
No… I have to go because I can’t run into Kit around town. I can’t see her on holidays. I can’t watch her fall in love with another man, watch them have a family, watch them live a life. I want it for her, because I know she deserves it, but I can’t watch it happen.
My chest tightens and I drag in a deep breath as my phone buzzes on the dash. It’s Wade and I’m sure he’s got a laundry list of things he needs picked up on his way in.
“Morning.”
“Morning. You getting down the mountain alright?”
I nod, though he can’t see me. “So far so good. What’s up?”
“I just got a call from Kit. She’s at the school but the door is frozen shut. They called building security and the janitor but they’re both still stuck up on the mountain. I figured you hadn’t made it past there yet, and you’ve still got that heat gun in your box, right?”
A thrill of excitement rushes through me at the thought of seeing Kit again, but I know it shouldn’t be there. I know it can’t be there.
After last night’s indiscretion, the load of filthy dreams I had, and the subsequent jerking off I did half the night, I know seeing her adds to the problem more than it takes away from it.
Rationally, I know that.
“Yeah, still there.”
“You mind stopping by and helping out? I don’t think she’d have called if it weren’t an emergency. They’ve got kids stuck on busses until the door is open.”
“Yeah,” I lie, “no problem. Can you make sure the guys focus on phase two for me? We’ve got the Wilders in town soon for the updates and I don’t want to deal with their bullshit if it’s not done.”
“On it,” Wade says. “Thanks for helping out.”
He disconnects the line and I turn back on the radio, cranking it louder this time. So loud that it hurts. So loud that every thought about last night is drowned by a heavy drum solo, and the only thing I have to focus on is the road ahead.