"Well, in your heels and skirt you can't blame a guy. Around here women only wear those heels for one reason."
"What do the women around here wear, then?"
"Boots. Of which we will be going to get you a pair. They’ll support your ankle and they’ll be more suitable while you’re using the crutches."
"So, if I had shown up in jeans and boots, they'd have taken me more seriously?"
"Maybe. Did you bore them with graphs and numbers?"
She just glares at me, so I know she did.
"Listen, you need to get to know them. Speak their language."
"I remember my dad saying something along those lines, too. You’re starting to sound like him."
I smirk at her remark, but keep going because for some reason I want to help her out. "I know you did your research, but I don't think you did the right research."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, how did Jason come to own the bar?"
"He started it, I guess."
"Nope."
“I don't suppose you’re going to tell me?"
"No, I'm not. You need to get to know them. Understand their family because nothing is going to happen without their family backing it. That’s just how it is. You’re also going to need the town on your side because we don't take too well to having a lot of tourists around here. People come in for the day to visit WJ’s, or when we put on an event, but then they leave. We'd like to keep it that way."
"How do you expect the town to grow?"
"I don't think we want it to. It's a small town and we live here because it's small. After all, we know each other. If we wanted to live in the city, we'd move to Dallas."
She drinks a bit more of her tea but stays quiet.
"How long am I going to be cooped up here? And what am I going to do while you’re at work?"
"Well, my dad is taking over the clinic for me. I think he was excited to step in for a few days. If you go back to sleep and get some more rest, we can go driving and I can show you around town. But we stay in the car. There will be no getting out and being overactive."
"Anything is better than being stuck in the house all day."
"You say that now."
She finishes the tea, and I help her back to bed. She’s getting pretty good on the crutches, but I still want to ensure she makes it to bed okay.
Once she’s in bed, I head back to my room. She's right, it's going to be impossible to go back to sleep. Not when I know she’s on the other side of the house. Images of her long, toned leg from earlier flash into my mind. Would her skin be soft? How far up would she let me touch her? What did she have on under my shirt?
Before I know it, my cock is hard and wants relief. Great. Now I really won't be able to get any sleep. With a sigh, I get up and go into my bathroom, closing the door behind me. I don't turn on the light. Instead, I brace one hand on the counter and with the other reach into my sweatpants, grabbing my cock.
As I picture her laying in bed, I start a punishing rhythm. In my fantasy, I run my hand up her leg and she lets me. Then, she turns on her back, her honey brown eyes locking with mine as she spreads her legs for me to relieve her ache. Reaching under the shirt, I find her bare and wet for me.
When I run my fingers through her soaked folds, she’s so responsive, and her hips move trying to get me where she wants me. Sliding a finger into her, I find her tight, wet, and warm. I add a second finger and she moans until...
Fuck! I come all over the bathroom counter. It's the strongest orgasm I can ever remember having, and it's with a fantasy and my hand. As I clean up the counter with a towel, I try to remember the last time I got laid. I have no idea. That has to be it.
I just need to get laid.
Even after my orgasm, I don't sleep very well, so when the sun starts to rise, I give up the fight. When I go to check on Kayla, she’s still asleep. Thankfully, this time her luscious body is fully covered. I write a quick note and leave it by her phone, then go out to the other side of the property where my parents live. Mom will have gone into the clinic with Dad today, but I want to check on the new cow that was born.