Page 9 of Mended Fences

Annnnd, I’m hard again.

Living in my parents’ basement made daytime jerks a little risky, but the shower was always a safe space. I climbed out of bed, leaving the sheets rumpled and the comforter balled up on the floor.Must’ve been hot dreaming about Elena all night.

I scratched my chest while my dick tented my gym shorts.My bare feet padded across the cold concrete floor toward the small basement bath. It wasn’t much, but at least I hadsomesemblance of privacy down here. Being upstairs in the room next to Mom and Dad’s was just a wee bit too close for comfort at thirty-one years old.

Though, if I really wanted privacy, I could get my shit together, find a job, and rent an apartment. Should be easy enough, since even my little brother and sister managed to do it.

Fuck, but they had it easy.

They weren’t living in the shadow of their perfect twin brother.

I swung the shower nozzle towardhot as balls, because it was chilly as fuck down here.

By the time I’d washed my hair and soaped my body with the same bottle of suds—because, efficiency, right?—my dick was still hard.

“What’s one more tug to start the day?” I muttered as I wrapped my hand around my cock.

My mind immediately conjured long, dark hair and big, brown eyes peering up at me from her knees. But as quick as the vivid picture appeared, it shifted. Suddenly, I was on my kneesfor her, and fuck if it didn’t feel right.

I’d crawl for her.

Beg.

Plead.

Sell my soul to make her mine.

And I barely fucking knew her.

I stroked myself harder, faster, imagining the honey-smooth skin of her thighs draped across my shoulders as I feasted on her, making her come with just my tongue.

Was she loud when she came undone?

Would she scream for me?

With a few more pumps, I painted the shower wall with my cum and leaned my forehead against the shower surround.

Damn, I need to get my shit together.

There was no time like the present. I stepped out of the shower toward the small vanity, dripping all over the linoleum floor.

“But first”—I held up a finger to my reflection as I dried off my hair—”some exercise.”

I layered up before hopping into my beater of a truck and heading toward the Sable Point Resort and Spa. It was busy as hell this time of year with tourists traveling to northern Michigan to go skiing, snowmobiling, fat-tire biking.

Me? I was going boarding.

I hopped outta my truck near the lodge, hoping to grab a cup of joe before hitting the slopes.

I passed a couple of kids chasing each other around the lobby, still in their pajamas, and smiled to myself. It reminded me of growing up, chasing Jasper around the house with Elliot while Mom helped Charlie learn to walk and Dad worked out on the orchard with Papa.

At the small café in the lodge, I ordered my coffee black and a plain bagel with cream cheese. My order was up in no time flat, and the scalding hot coffee was sliding down my throat when I turned from the counter to head back outside.

Except I nearly choked on the liquid when dark hair piled ina messy bun on top of the head of my perfect woman appeared right in front of my eyes.

Holy hell. This is fate or some shit.

“H-hi.”Oh, fucking smooth, Chase. Jesus.