N. Walters - Erin's Fancy

Abel opened the door to his truck and climbed inside. He closed the door and leaned against the open window while he started the vehicle. “I’ll be cooking supper tomorrow night if you decide to come over.”

She chewed on her lower lip as she considered the possibilities. It was going to be harder than she anticipated if they were going to keep their relationship a secret. Her mind pondered the logistical problems involved. “I can tell the guys I’m going to my friend Carly’s house. She’ll cover for me.”

Abel frowned. “I don’t like skulking around like we’re doing something wrong. We’re both adults. I’ll talk to your brothers.”

“No!” The scowl on his face deepened at her reply. “I don’t want them to know. I have to live with them when you’re gone.”

Abel’s expression grew even darker at her words. “Trying to get rid of me already?”

“Of course not, but we both know you won’t stay here forever.” Erin searched for the right words to make him understand. “I just don’t want to cause any trouble between you and my brothers.”

He nodded slowly, and she could tell, with great reluctance. “If it becomes a problem for you, I will speak to them.” His voice was firm, brooking no argument.

“That’s fine, but for now just let things be.” If Erin had her way her overbearing brothers would never know about her and Abel.

“It’s settled then. I’ll see you tomorrow night about six.” Abel gave her a look of understanding as he put the truck in gear. “If you don’t show up, there’ll be no hard feelings. And thanks again for the meal. It was the best I’ve had in years.” Passion flared in his eyes once again. “Especially dessert.”

With that, he was gone. She stood there watching until his truck had faded from sight. The night seemed empty and lifeless without him. Deep down, she knew that he didn’t expect her to take him up on his offer. He’d made no effort to pretty up what he was offering her. Erin knew that he wanted her in his bed, but he also liked her. That was enough for her.

When it was over, it was over. She was woman enough not to pout or complain about that. Her brothers would have to be kept in the dark as they’d never approve or understand. There was no way she’d let Abel lose their friendship. Not when he was giving her what she desired most.

Hearing her brother’s voices again in the distance, Erin hurried back into the house, rushed to the sink, and pulled the plug. Giving the kitchen one last look to make sure everything was in order, she headed for the stairs. The dishes that weren’t dry could stay in the drain rack overnight. Erin had more important things to do.

Erin relaxed and enjoyed a long, hot bath. It had taken her quite a while to calm down after the sexually charged episode in the kitchen. She still couldn’t believe that she’d had sex on the kitchen counter with her brothers only steps away in the barn. But it had been incredible. Just the thought that they might be caught had added to the excitement and set her blood to pumping. Maybe, she was a little more daring than she’d given herself credit for. Abel was the quintessential healthy male animal and gave off a sexual heat that was incredibly exciting and arousing. Her skin tingled as she thought about what might happen tomorrow night.

For the first time in her life, she’d had fun performing all those feminine rituals that she usually found a chore. Shaving her legs was a sensual experience, as she’d wanted them to be silky and supple when they rubbed against Abel’s rougher, hairier legs.

Once she’d toweled off, she’d taken her time, and smoothed them with a cocoa butter lotion that she’d bought when she’d gotten dry skin last winter. She wished she had something that smelled seductive, but it would have to do. Just the action of sliding her hands up and down her legs caused her breathing to accelerate as she imagined Abel’s hands doing it instead. The difference was, he wouldn’t stop at the tops of her thighs, but keep going higher until he reached her moist, feminine core. His fingertips would be rough and exciting as he parted her folds and probed at her opening.

Her breathing deepened and she could feel the muscles of her pussy tightening and relaxing. Her whole body felt languid and her breasts felt heavy. They had sex three times already, but she couldn’t wait to have his hard cock inside her again. It had only been one day, but her body was beginning to crave the satisfaction he had introduced her to so thoroughly.

Groaning, she pressed her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache between them. It didn’t help. Licking her lips, she thought about touching herself to ease the ache. She’d read an article about that in her magazine as well. They said it was quite normal for a woman to bring herself to orgasm, and not only that, but some men liked to watch their partners do so.

It made her head spin to think about touching herself while Abel watched. If there was even the slightest chance that he might ask her to do so, then she should practice when she was alone.

Gathering her courage, she spread her legs slightly and trailed her fingers up from her knees. Taking a deep breath, she inched them higher. Her hips arched in anticipation and she could feel her nipples pucker. Her body was generating a heat from within, and her skin was warm and moist from her bath.

“You done in there?” Jackson’s voice was like an ice-cold bucket of water, immediately dousing her arousal.

Giving a little shriek, she grabbed her towel, and held it in front of her body. She knew that her brother couldn’t see her, but just the thought of standing there naked and aroused while she talked to him was more than she could stand. “Almost!” she shouted. Hurrying now, she awkwardly tugged on her robe, dropped the towel, and belted it tight around her waist.

“Get a move on. I want to shower before I go out.” He banged on the door twice more for effect.

Scowling, Erin tossed her dirty clothing and towel down the laundry chute and took one last look around to make sure she had everything she needed. Swiping some of the steam off the mirror, she noted her cheeks were flushed, but that couldn’t be helped. Jackson would probably just assume it was from her bath. Her hair was bundled up in a towel and she still had to dry the mess before she went to bed, but she’d do that in the privacy of her own room.

He thumped two more times on the door and was going for a third when she tugged it open. “What is your problem tonight?” Blocking the doorway, she glared at her brother.

Reaching down, he flicked her playfully on the nose. “You were in there so long, I thought you might have drowned. Usually you’re in and out in five minutes.” He sniffed the air. “What’s that I’m smelling? Perfume?”

Erin felt the heat climb up her cheeks. This was one of those times she wished she’d been an only child. The only thing to do was brazen it out. “It’s cocoa butter, you idiot. The sun has dried out my skin.”

“Ah, I was only teasing you.” He put his hands on his hips and grinned at her. “Where would you wear perfume?” Laughing as if he’d made a joke, Jackson grabbed her hand and tugged her aside and out of his way. Stepping around her, he walked into the bathroom, and closed the door in her stunned face.

“Where indeed?” she muttered as she scuffed down the hall. Barely resisting the childish urge to slam her door shut, she closed it carefully and crossed over to stand in front of her mirror.

The same image she saw every morning and night was reflected back at her. Tall, big-boned, curvy, and sturdy were all terms that had been applied to her at various times in her life.