Chapter 10 - Aiden
“What?” I say, maybe a bit too aggressively. Dominic shrugs. His eyebrow is raised and I see the hint of a smile on his face.
“Nothing,” he replies, turning back to the motor. He nods once. “Should work now. Give it a try.”
Grateful to be away from his teasing look, I slide into the passenger’s seat and turn the key in the ignition. My father’s old truck rumbles to life and Dominic drops the hood back down. He nods at me through the windscreen before circling over to the driver’s side window. I roll it down and he pokes his head through.
“Maybe you should check out this community garden,” he says in his signature gruff voice. His words surprise me, and I’m not quite sure how to respond.
“Why?” I ask. I know my voice is hard and challenging, but Dominic doesn’t flinch. He just shrugs.
“Think she likes you,” he says. The grin is back, and I feel my cheeks redden. My brother taps the door of the truck and nods once before walking back towards his own truck. I watch him get into it in the rear-view mirror and then glance forward towards town, in the direction that Madeline disappeared. I shake my head and swing the car around back towards my lonely cabin in the mountains.
The whole ride back, I think of Madeline. Maddy. She stood in front of me, shifting her weight from side to side. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at me through her eyelashes in a way that made my cock twitch. Even the thought of it now makes it throb between my legs.
I shift in my seat and try to focus on the road.
She’s the enemy.
I need to remember that. No matter how pretty or sexy or charming she is, she represents everything that my father and my brothers stand against. She represents development and the destruction of these forests that we call home.
Still, the thought of seeing her again makes my heart beat a little bit faster. I know I shouldn’t. I know I should keep my distance, but I can’t help but think about going to help with the community garden project. Maybe it would help me integrate back into the town. Maybe if I start spending more time down there, the McCoy’s hold on everyone will loosen and we’ll be able to oppose them on this hotel thing.
I snort as the thoughts pass through my head. The only reason I’d be going down there would be to see Maddy. I wouldn’t care about Lang Creek or the McCoys or my father’s legacy. All I’m thinking of is the weight of my cock and how sensitive it feels as it rubs against my legs.
When I get in front of the cabin, I kill the engine and swing my legs out of the truck. My footsteps crunch on the gravel as I make my way towards my house. I look around and shake my head. What would she think if she came here? She’d think I’m completely feral.
Maybe I am.
I’ve gone wild since Dad died, since my brothers moved away and Mara McCoy broke my heart. I don’t go into town, and I stay in this tiny cabin I call home. I walk to the back of the cabin to the outdoor shower and turn it on full blast. The water heats up and steam starts billowing as I peel my clothes off my body. Working on the engine made me sweat, and my clothes are stuck to me. I strip off my jacket, my undershirt, and unbuckle my belt to let my pants puddle at my feet.
When I step under the hot stream of water, I close my eyes and tilt my head back to let the water wash me clean. I stand there for a few seconds, or minutes, or an eternity. I’m not sure how much time passes before I start moving my hand towards my cock. The water is running down it and dripping off the tip as it starts to get harder.
I know what’s making it hard. It’s her.
All I can see is the way she stood in front of the townspeople at the town hall meeting, and the way her tight pencil skirt left nothing to the imagination. I close my eyes and wrap my fingers around my cock, feeling it get thicker and harder as my hand moves up and down my shaft.
I’d pull that pencil skirt up so it bunched around her waist and I’d ram my cock inside her. I groan as I pump my cock in my hand, thinking of how tight her body would feel as her walls gripped down on me. My other hand goes up to rest against the wall of the shower and the water runs down over my head as I pull my cock until it’s harder than I’ve felt it in years.
Her skirt would be bunched around her waist and I’d reach back to slap her ass. I can almost hear the sharp crack of skin-on-skin and I can almost see the red handprint of my fingers on her lily white ass. I groan as I think of my hips slamming against her as my cock drives deeper and deeper inside her.
I’d give anything to pump my seed deep inside her. The thought of coming in her and watching it drip out makes my whole body tense and my balls squeeze up towards my body. My orgasm explodes and I grunt as I let my body shudder and tremble, gripping the wall of the shower as the water drips down my entire body.
I’m panting. I finally open my eyes and stand up a bit straighter, moving my head out of the stream of water and taking a few deep breaths. Slowly, methodically, I reach for the soap and start washing myself clean.
I know I shouldn’t have done that. I know I should be keeping my distance and keeping her out of my mind. But still, I haven’t had an orgasm like that in years. As I wash myself clean, my whole body feels more sensitive than before. I wonder what it would feel like to be inside her. If the thought of her makes me explode like that, what would it feel like to have her skin against mine, and to sink my fingers into her? What would it feel like to run my tongue up and down her slit, and slide my fingers inside her?
I finish washing myself and turn off the shower, taking a deep breath and turning towards the back of the shower wall.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath, as I see the empty hook where I keep my towel. I must have left it inside. I gather my dirty clothing and start walking around to the front of the cabin. I’m still imagining Maddy’s body and I don’t notice the car in the driveway. I don’t notice her standing at my front door with her hand raised to knock until she sees me round the corner and yelps.
Our eyes meet for an instant before her gaze drops to take in my nakedness. Her cheeks redden and my cock gets instantly hard. I move my bundle of clothes to cover myself as she looks at the ground beside me.
“Sorry! I’m sorry! I…”
“It’s okay. One sec,” I say, shuffling by her and opening the door. I slip inside and close the door behind me, my heart thumping against my ribcage as I look down at my naked body. My face flushes as I think about what I was just doing. She’d be a lot more embarrassed if she knew I’d just had the best orgasm I’ve had in years thinking of her.