Damn, she was cute.
Despite the sun shining through the picture window and the birds chirping cheerful melodies outside, a cloud dimmed my outlook on the day. I had to run to town and meet with John Woods. Normally after spending the night with a girl, I was planning two things: one last round or two of sex, and a good excuse to get the fuck out of Dodge. A work meeting was hands-down the best, but I didn’t want to leave the bed.
I should get a quick run and a workout in before I left. The sheets were tenting admirably, thanks to the sex bunny I’d uncovered in Tilly. So a good workout and cold shower were even more warranted to keep me from sprouting another erection during my meeting.
An unbidden smile appeared on my face. Tilly had surprised both of us. She’d been an uninhibited and enthusiastic partner. No shyness, no hiding her body. She accepted herself. And she should. Curves in all the right places, she was so free with herself and me that she had the most astounding orgasms until I thought she’d clamp off all blood supply to my dick. And she didn’t do it on purpose. No artful body positioning, no whatever the hell those vaginal calisthenics women did to fake enjoyment. Just Tilly coming like a force of nature. I was one lucky son of a bitch to have experienced it—to have been the one to cause it.
As if my ego in the bedroom needed more stroking, but once puberty had passed, sex was just one more thing I’d had to master and dominate. And last night, I’d dominated.
Carefully, I extracted myself from my slumbering partner. Fucking work.
I sat up and shook my head. I never thought like that. It was always fucking time off.
Dressing in running shorts and a T-shirt, I made little noise, but Tilly rolled over, letting out a soft moan in her sleep. Her head popped up with a floof of hair. She rolled again to face me.
“Morning.” She yawned and pushed her hair out of her face. I wanted to fist my hand in that hair and take her again.
I’d gotten a pack of twelve condoms, but I’d need to pick another one up if we were going to share a bed this week.
“Hey. I’m going for a quick run before I leave for the city.”
She stretched her hands overhead and fuuuck… Her breasts jutted up to the ceiling, her lean legs curved at an enticing angle. A quickie instead of a run would— No. Too soon for my pride for a quickie. And since we’d had another round in the middle of the night, she could use a recharge.
“I should try a run. Is there a nice trail nearby, or should I run on the road?”
I should offer to go with her, but I hated missing my workout. I kept my runs short and hard because I usually had a long day of work in front of me.
She must’ve noticed my indecision. “Don’t wait for me.” Waving me off, she sat all the way up. “I have all day to bond with nature.”
Guilt ate at me. What had made me think sneaking away for a day of work was okay?
I didn’t dare touch her before I left. “I’ll have my phone on me if you need anything,” I called as I walked out of the room.
“ ’Kay.” Her soft footsteps faded as she went into her bedroom to dress.
I frowned as I went down the stairs. If she was okay with me leaving for the day, then I shouldn’t whine about it.
My run wasn’t as brutal as usual. I let up on my pace and stuck to the dirt roads that wound around the lake and its various cabins. Vibrant green trees surrounded me, rustling in the breeze. Glittering blue beckoned. The water would be nice. Tilly wanted to go fishing. I hadn’t been fishing in forever, always had too much to do, and lacked the gumption to sit on a boat with nothing but my thoughts. But with Tilly… I’d have to rent a boat in town, but I’d make it happen. I looked forward to it.
After a couple of miles, I turned around and sped up. If I dithered any longer, I’d be late and John was already antsy about the project. He was only my age and I suspected that was why he was so skittish about trusting such a big project to me. But I had come highly recommended, and even I could tell the dude was all about image.
The cabin came into sight and so did the swaying, scrumptious behind of Tilly. I started covering the distance between us. Startled, she whipped around to look at me—and skidded over a loose patch of gravel. My chest froze as she went down, sprawled on the ground. That had to have done some damage.
“Oh, shit.” I sprinted the rest of the way, but she was already on her feet, brushing herself off.
“I’m so clumsy.” She threw me a smile and started jogging.
I fell in next to her and peeked down at her knee. “You’re bleeding.”
“Just a little road rash. Wow, it’s so gorgeous out here.”
Her breathy tone reminded me of sex, but I glanced back down to her knee. She hit a good pace, one I honestly hadn’t expected of her, but a rivulet of blood ran down her leg. I’d gotten enough road rash to know how painful it was, but she’d barely paused.
“Do you want to stop and take care of your wound?” I wanted to stop and take care of her wound.
“Nah. We don’t have anything for it here anyway. It’ll wash off in the shower and I’ll slap a bandage on it.” She passed me a smile when she caught my perplexed stare. “Really, it’s okay.
