Solo must think he’s clean enough and decides it’s nap time. I’m thinking the same thing. I’d just put myself to bed and be done with the day, but it’s not all that late yet, and I have this guest I don’t know what to do with. Snowstorms always make we want to sleep until they’re over.
Seri is still staring out the window, motionless.
I take a deep breath and start preparing for the night. I pick up a few logs and test their weight before placing them a little closer to the fire for easy access if it gets cold overnight. I head back into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, leaving the door open this time. The inside of the bathroom isn’t visible from the kitchen, and I don’t really give a shit if she sees me anyway. I ditch my shirt into the dirty clothes bin in the closet before I walk back out into the main room.
Seri doesn’t look my way as she continues to focus on the snowfall, so I step up to tend to the fire.
“I can’t believe how fucking dark it is out there!” she yells suddenly.
The F-bombs are back. Awesome.
I ignore her comment and toss a few dense pieces of wood on the fire. It’s getting late, and I want some good coals to keep through the night. The flame grows higher, warming me enough to slip off my jeans and hang them on the rack.
“You do that just to tease me, don’t you?”
“What?” I look over to Seri.
“It’s too fucking cold to go around without a shirt,” she says, “so you’re obviously doing it just to show off those abs.”
Once again, I am at a loss for words. I’m well-built enough—I spend most of the summer doing physical labor—but it’s not something I think about. I’m hardly body-builder material, and I certainly don’t show off my physique intentionally.
“What are you talking about?” I shake my head at her.
“It’s dark and it’s cold and I’m bored!” she yells. “You’re walking around practically naked, and I’m fucking freezing!”
I have about a hundred nasty things to say in response, but I shake my head instead. Seri huffs through her nose and glares at me. I really don’t want to get into it with her again, but apparently, she does.
Seri steps up close to me and stares me right in the eye. I straighten my shoulders, mentally preparing for whatever she wants to get off her chest.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing,” she says. The sneer is gone from her voice, and her tone is low. It reminds me of Solo’s purring. “That body is enough to turn every straight woman toward you, and you know it.”
Okay…I am not mentally prepared for this. I thought she was going to yell at me some more about being stuck here, my lack of social graces, or the weather in general. I have no idea how to respond to…to…whatever the hell this is.
I open my mouth to speak though I’m not sure what to say. I don’t get a chance to utter a word before, without warning, she presses the full length of her body against me.
“How much have you thought about it?” she asks. She trails her fingers from my shoulders to my chest. “Don’t fucking lie to me either.”
I swallow hard. My head is spinning a bit as the touch of her body against my flesh makes my skin tingle.
“Thought about what?”
“How much warmer you’d be with your cock in my pussy.”
Holy shit!
I stand, dumbfounded, and stare at her. I can’t possibly have heard her right. There is no way she just said those words, and I’ve obviously fallen asleep in the chair or something. Apparently, my dreams have gone into porn mode because real, live women don’t say those things.
Do they?
Margot never did; that’s for sure.
Seri places one hand around the back of my neck, and I just stand there like a moron. She moves her other hand from my chest to my abs and then lower. It’s not until she’s wrapping her fingers around my dick that I even realize how hard I am.
“Fuck.” The curse is out of my mouth before I realize I’m saying it. My muscles clench and my eyes close as I automatically press my dick against her hand, and I grunt.
Maybe I should have thought about this possibility. Other men probably would have, but I didn’t have a normal upbringing. Even when in bed with her, I’d only been worried I’d embarrass myself and hadn’t thought about actually having sex with her. I had never initiated sex in my life, but with Margot, I had at least had some warning before she suggested it. We’d kissed before then. We’d lie on the couch with her leaning back against me and my arms wrapped around her. She liked holding my hand when we walked from her house to the docks.
Seri and I had done nothing of the sort, and the idea of “cock in pussy,” as she had so delicately put it, hadn’t even crossed my mind.