“Have you learned much about him?” she asked.
“Not much. I mean, I kind of deduced that he’s a recluse. Not used to being around people. His niece, Lanie, is the one that always wants to come around. It’s almost like she drags him along.”
“A three-year-old dragging around some burly man with a beard? That’s adorable..”
“It s just about the cutest thing ever,” I said.
“Are you attracted to him?”
“I just told you he was hot,” I said.
“You can find someone good looking and not find them attractive. Remember Michael from our sophomore year?”
“Oh, fuck yes. He was beautiful.”
“But a raging cockhead. So, he’s hot but not attractive. Got it? Are you attracted to him?” she asked, again.
I paused for a second before I hopped up onto the counter. I heard something creak and groaned, hoping the entire damn thing wouldn’t give way underneath my body weight. I could still see some dust floating around in the streams of light coming through the window, and I tried to swat them away.
Was I attracted to him?
“Manda?”
“Yeah? Sorry. Dust and shit. I mean, I am—I think. I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
“Well, he can be standoffish. I’d call him a dick if I couldn’t throw the same treatment back at him.”
“Ah, so he’s tugging at your sassy side. Okay, but he’s not, like, bullying you or anything.”
“Hell, no. Nothing like that. It’s almost like he’s being mean so I’ll leave him alone. Except Lanie keeps destroying his plans.”
“Yep. That’s a recluse if I’ve ever heard of one.”
“I like his looks more than his attitude. Let’s just put it that way,” I said.
Sarah laughed in my ear, and it pulled a smile across my cheeks.
“You ready to move on from Daryl?”
I sighed into the phone as the counter creaked underneath me again.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to date, but I know I’m over him,” I said.
“That’s better than what I expected. Daryl was a dick, and I had no idea what you saw in him from the beginning.”
“He was sweet to me at the beginning, and that's all that mattered at the time,” I said.
“But he was never supportive of your art.”
“I figured he would come around eventually. I mean, that’s what people always said about my art. Everyone would have to ‘come around’ to it. I figured he was the same.”
“Manda, you’re smarter than that,” she said.
“I know. At least, I am now.”
“Are you okay living in that house alone with all the issues it has?” she asked.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you my list of stuff. Okay, the furniture needs to be cleaned, the staircase needs to be repaired, the entire kitchen needs an update, but I would settle for just repairing the things that are broken.”
The counter creaked underneath me again, and I slid off before I caused any more damage.
“Do you have that kind of money?” Sarah asked.
“I’m trying to figure it out. I need to go into town and price some things out, but if I can find the right contractor, I should be able to get the bigger things fixed.”
“Do you at least have electricity and running water?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Actually, my grandmother’s bathroom has one of those walk-in shower-tub combination things. The bath has a fucking seat in it. I’m going to go take one now.”
“Sounds like you need it with all that dust. I can hear your voice already getting scratchy.”
“Yep, allergy meds are on my list too! Call you later this week?” I asked.
“Manda, are you sure you’re okay staying there by yourself?”
I sighed as I looked around the room, allowing the silent memories to crash to the forefront of my mind.
“It’s weird, being here without her. And it’s definitely bringing back memories. But I’m okay. They’re all good memories once I get past the custody battle years. There are some pictures still hanging on the wall that haven’t been damaged, and those make me smile.”
“Your grandmother always knew how to take a good picture,” Sarah said.
“Hell yeah, she did.”
“Well, let me know how your trip into town goes. Some things happening at work, so I’m not sure if I can get to you this weekend or next. But, if I can’t get out this weekend then I’ll ship you your art stuff.”
“Don’t worry about it. With the cabin still in disarray, I don’t want to taint my art supplies with the dust and shit just yet. Thank you, though. When I’m ready for them, we’ll figure it out then.”
“Sounds good. I’ll talk with you soon.”
“See ya, Sarah.”
I could hear the hot water calling my name as I made my way to the back of the house. My grandmother, in her last years before the nursing home, couldn’t get up the steps. So she had a back portion added to the cabin which had become her new master bedroom and her bathroom. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the tub, then turned on the hot water and let it flow. I didn’t have any bubbles to make it nice or anything, but what I did have was a seat to lean back in as the water crept up my body.
I closed my eyes and the steam wafted around me. I loved hot baths. The kind that turned my skin red and made me sweat. I tossed my leg over the edge of the tub and stretched, allowing the water to wash away the sweat and grime from my day of cleaning. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting memories bombard me as I thought about my grandmother.
But soon the memories gave way to Brian, and I felt my body humming.
His bright blue eyes looked right at me as his shirtless form stood in front of me. I reached out and ran my fingertips over his abs, tracing their chiseled outline as he grinned. I felt his arms wrapping around me and drawing me into him, my cheek pressed into his chest. I could feel his lips descending onto my neck as I opened my body for him. I could feel his hands undressing my layers as I fiddled with the buckle of his belt.
My hand traveled down my body, squeezing my tits as I imagined him sucking on them. I could feel his strong arms pulling me close to him as his teeth raked down my stomach. My fingertips parted my pussy folds and found my swollen clit, but what I felt was his tongue flicking me expertly as I slid down into the hot water.
“Oh, shit,” I said in a whisper. “Oh, yeah.”
I gazed down at Brian’s blue eyes, watching them darken with lust. He moaned with the satisfaction of lapping me up. His tongue jumped my body as my fingers worked their magic, my hips bucking in the water as my head lolled back.
“Brian. Oh, fuck yes.”
Sliding my fingers deep within me, I imagined them to be his. I imagined him fucking me with his thick, callused fingers while his tongue devoured me whole. I thought about what it would feel like to dig my heels into the muscles of his back. Making him moan into me as I coated his beard with my juices. My nipples puckered and my skin began to heat. My mind swirled with thoughts of his shirtless form as I imagined him devouring my body.
“I’m so close. I’m so close. Brian, don’t stop.”
I came so hard I made myself light-headed. I screwed my eyes shut and allowed myself to shake, imagining Brian holding me close to his face. I could feel his beard tickling my thighs as his hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts and massaging them until I came down from my high.
But when I opened my eyes, I was alone. The water was about to overflow the tub, and I could smell the scent of my sex in the air. I reached my shaking leg up and turned off the water before I sank underneath and wet my hair.
It had been a long time since I’d come that hard. And all because that asshole couldn’t put on a shirt.
CHAPTER 6
Brian
“Uncle Bwian, do you like Amana?”
I whipped my head up at Lanie’s question as I ran the soapy washcloth over her stomach.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Don’t friends come over?”
“She came over for dinner,” I said.
“One time,” Lanie said.
“You want her to come over more often?” I asked.