Chapter 5
five
Dash
The hot water burns my flesh, but it’s nothing compared to the sizzling heat I felt from carrying Jenna back to my cabin like some caveman returning home from a successful hunt.
I block out the nagging voice in the back of my head that urges me to call the sheriff and have Jenna committed.
She’s obviously delusional and needs professional help.
Everyone knows Aspen doesn’t have a sister, only her older brother, Austin.
Austin is a secret billionaire hiding in the mountains with Rue, the love of his life.
Did Jenna find out about Austin’s money and is now trying to scam some out of his family by claiming to be their long-lost sister? Why else would she try to stop Aspen’s wedding?
Rushing through my shower, I lather my skin with the body wash, taking time for a couple of quick strokes of my cock, trying to regain some sanity. But a few strokes aren’t enough to stop the craving I feel for Jenna.
Two strokes turn into three, then four, before I know it, I’m biting my tongue, swallowing Jenna’s name as my cum splatters against the shower wall, sliding down the drain and washing away.
“Fuck.” I moan, leaning my head against the shower wall, trying to steady my breathing. The last thing I need is for Jenna to think I’m some pervert jerking off in the next room.
After a quick rinse, I shut off the water, step out of the shower, grab a towel, and tie it low on my hips without taking the time to dry off.
Not caring about my lack of clothing, I open the bathroom door and find my spitfire right where I left her.
But instead of glaring daggers at me, her eyes are traveling down my body, taking in every inch of my bare skin.
Unable to fight the desire I see shining in her eyes, my semi-hard cock rises to the occasion, tenting the towel like a beacon, calling to her to look at him.
“Oh, my.” I watch as her throat works hard to swallow her own spit, her eyes dropping to the towel around my waist. “You’re huge.”
A growl escapes my lips before I can stop it. “Well, it’s not going to get any smaller if you keep looking at it like that.”
“Oh.” Her plump lips make a circle as she continues to stare at me, making me want to stuff my cock between those same plump lips until she’s swallowing my cum.
Shit, where did that thought come from?
I’ve waited thirty-five years to make love to a woman, wanting to wait until I found someone I love who loves me in return. I can’t let lust and this curvy little beauty make me break my vow.
“Your turn.” I stomp over to the bed, untying her wrist closest to me, then reaching over her to untie her other wrist, when my towel decides to come undone and fall to the bed on top of her.
“Damn it.” I finish untying her wrist, her eyes fixed on my naked cock bobbing inches away from her, then snatch up the towel and secure it around my waist, taking a step away from the bed.
She doesn’t move, only blinks at me in surprise.
Grabbing a clean flannel shirt from my closet, I toss it toward her.
“Hurry up and shower, we have a lot to discuss.” I nod toward the bathroom door.
“The window is too small for escape, so don’t even think about it. ”
At my stern command, she jumps out of bed, clutching my shirt to her chest, and rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Only when I hear the shower turn on do I sigh in relief, willing my hard-on to go away, which is easier said than done.