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We get dressed quickly, keeping our voices down to the barest minimum possible while we make our escape.

Once we get out of the house, we start laughing. I look back to the house, thinking back on the events that took place.

“I don’t even know why I’m laughing,” says Emma.

“I know whyIam.”

“I haven’t done the whole casual sex thing in a while,” she notes. “I’m glad we did it, though. I had a lot of fun. So, what about you? How is Mason, the mountain man?”

“Emma, I just had the best sex I’ve ever had,” I say with joy. “That was, I would say, theperfectway to end that day. But I want a word that’sbetterthan perfect! It’s been one good thing after another, and so fast! Yesterday was the greatest day of my life, and I’ll remember it forever.”

“Was there anything special about it?” she asks.

“You mean other than the mind-blowing orgasms he gave me?”

Emma giggles.

“Well yeah, but was there anything else?”

Immediately, I answer.

“His cock,” I say. “He’s absolutely enormous.”

Emma’s mouth opens into an “O” but then she gasps.

“You’ll have to tell me about it,” she says as we hurry off into the rain, with me limping a bit. Oh my god, my pussy’s so sore from his shaft but in a good way, and I lick my lips at the memory.

24

Mason

Mondays are always unpredictable when it comes to deliveries up in the mountains. Regardless of how busy it might get at various points in the day, I don’t have a justifiable reason to go out and drive when I have drivers who can make money instead.

Staying off the road is good for me because it also gives me a chance to take care of things around the house. Cleaning inside the house is a constant necessity because I am a rather messy bachelor.

What is more important is to prepare for the upcoming winter. Prepping for snowfall is an obvious annual chore, but you have to go beyond the snow.

During the extreme cold, it gets extremely dry, which increases the chances for fires. So, I spend the majority of my morning raking and sweeping leaves, ensuring the dead leaves are cleared, and other potential kindling is away from the house.

All of the pipes on my property are already insulated, so I’m protected in that way. I weather-strip my windows and some of the doors leading outside, and I decide to temporarily shut off my water valves to avoid a burst pipe in the middle of the night.

By 4:30, I think I have everything accomplished that I need. Then, I come across a discovery in my outside shed. My fire extinguishers are no good anymore.

“Shit.”

I decide against procrastination for once and choose to replace my fire extinguishers right then and there. I get in my car and start heading down the mountain toward our Home Depot.

While going through my chores, and as I descend into town, I can’t seem to get Jillian out of my head. I replay that whole night over and over again so I know I would never, ever forget it. She is an exceptional, raw, sexy woman that has a hold on me and isn’t letting go. That sort of grip never occurred before when I would hook up with women I met at bars or clubs.

For some reason—and I hate admitting it to myself—I’m hurt by her sneaking out before I woke up. Once we passed out after our unbelievable sex, I slept soundly for a full eight hours, waking up shortly before noon. I didn’t feel her getting out of bed, and I didn’t hear doors opening or closing. I never even got to ask for her number.

It is silly and somewhat hypocritical of me to be upset with her for doing the very same thing I’ve done to many other women. I can’t help how I feel, though, and if I could stop feeling petty, I would.

Then, I try to imagine a scenario where she didn’t actually leave before I woke up. I’d wake up sober, hungover, and no longer horny. The more I think about it, the less bitter I feel. In truth, it’s quite possible thatImight have tried to sneak out and leave. After all, we were at Luke’s place, not mine. I’m not really sure what I would have done had things played out differently.

I call up Luke when I’m about five minutes away from Home Depot. He’s been texting me all day, and I have been short with him for the most part.

“He’s alive!” says Luke upon answering.