Chapter 39 – Jude
Chapter Thirty-Nine
JUDE
The rest of our last full day together at the cabin is much more relaxed than yesterday. Mama D planned it all out that yesterday was for the outside activities and today was meant more for relaxation, which my eyeball sure appreciates.
The rest of me also appreciates it because Mabel has decided to join me, Patrick, and Elle in the hot tub. We’ve been soaking for a while but I’m overly appreciative of the bubbles in the hot tub because seeing Mabel in her swimsuit is almost more erotic than seeing her naked.
Well, not more, but maybe equally as.
The groan that Mabel lets out while sinking into the hot water has me almost blowing a load into the tub.
I let out a rough cough and Patrick does his best to hide his chuckle, which pulls Elle’s attention.
Her eyes flick back and forth between me and her fiance.
Elle’s gaze is scorching and I’m doing my best to avoid making eye contact with her.
My feelings for Mabel have never been sworn in court or anything but I’m typically good about hiding it.
I have also not-so-subtly hinted my feelings to Patrick once or twice.
I sink lower into the water, my chin dipping in and out of the water with the bubbles, shooting a glare at Patrick for drawing Elle’s attention to me.
“I think we should get a hot tub on the farm.” Mabel mumbles as she gets comfortable, leaning her head on the edge of the hot tub and closing her eyes. “You’d never get anything done if we did.” Elle’s tone is dry but it’s clear she doesn’t hold any ire in her comment.
“Very true, my grumpy sister, very true.”
“Patrick is the only one allowed to call me grumpy.”
Mabel snorts a laugh at that.
“I affirm that I still have the allowance to call you ‘grumpy’ until your last name changes.”
“I’ll allow it.”
Patrick barks out a laugh at the back and forth between the sisters. “Not much longer, sweetheart.” Patrick pulls Elle against his side and nuzzles into her neck. They’re so close, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled her all the way onto his lap.
I turn my head away from the couple across from me and my eyes connect with Mabel’s. She dramatically rolls her eyes and fakes a gag.
“Well, I think I’ve boiled for long enough.
I’ll see you all at dinner.” I push myself out of the hot tub, grabbing the towel I had brought out to attempt to dry myself off before walking inside.
A wet lock of hair drops onto my forehead and I make a mental note to get a hair cut scheduled as I tie my towel around my waist. “I’m done too, the love fest is making me uncomfortable.
” Mabel’s exit is much more dramatic, splashing Patrick and Elle as she climbs out.
Patrick chuckles at the aqua assault while Elle curses her sister with every cuss word under the sun.
Mabel’s laugh is unrestrained, echoing throughout the trees.
I’m pretty sure I see a few birds fly away in what I can only assume is fear.
I leave the sisters behind, walking inside and heading downstairs to rinse the chemicals off my body.
Cold air cuts through the hot air as I’m scrubbing shampoo into my hair. Turning my body, I tip my head back while I give myself a clear view of the shower curtain, which is quickly pulled back and I’m gifted with the view of Mabel’s naked body.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Trouble.” Mabel doesn’t respond, just biting her lip and stepping into the shower with me. Her nipples pebble before my eyes and my dick gives a quick twitch to mirror the hardening nubs.
“It’s your fault for teasing me with those tight shorts.” Mabel steps into my body, her soft molding against me. My hands come to rest on her ass, a quick squeeze helps pull her a little closer to my body.
“If someone comes downstairs, they’re going to notice both of our rooms are empty and only one shower is in use.” My stomach clenches at the words. The words are a warning that I wish wasn’t necessary. Mabel’s exhale puffs across my chest as she leans her forehead against my shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” Mabel whispers, her voice is thick with emotion and I wish I could take all the pain and conflict away so she didn’t have to be bothered by whatever is between us. Moving my hands from her behind, I cradle her face and aim it up so our noses are all but touching.
“Please don’t be sorry. If I had my way, we’d be sharing every shower. I just don’t want to cause you any unfair stress. I’m finished anyway, gimme a kiss, and I’ll leave you some hot water.”
A slideshow of emotions crosses Mabel’s face before settling on a cheeky smile. Her arms wrap around my neck and pull me down into an open-mouthed kiss. Her cheeks are a delicious shade of red that is only partially due to the warm water beating down on us. “Get out of here, Muscles.”
I follow her instructions, wrapping a new towel across my waist and scooping up the clean clothes I had brought in. I can dry off and change in my room to lessen any chances of us being caught together. Naked.
Don’t think about Mabel naked.
It’s a hard thing to keep out of my mind’s eye when I’d just left her wet naked body barely a minute ago. I try to fill my brain with images of rotten fruit and angry bee stings to control my dick.
Once I’m dressed, I decide to lay down and rest for a little while.
I’d never complain about staying up to spend alone time with Mabel but I’m still waking up like I’m at the farm everyday.
It takes more than a handful of days to break a ten year old habit, and a power nap will help.
I settle into my temporary bed and let the sounds of the Warren family interacting upstairs lull me into a much needed nap.