My already stiff cock seemed to get even harder. I reached down and adjusted the motherfucker, but even rubbing my hand over the denim-covered length had a guttural groan leaving me. I was doing my best to keep my shit under control, but it was hard with Vivian in my cabin where she would be staying the night. I’d never been one to take something from a woman when she wasn’t willing, and I wouldn’t start now. But I also wasn’t blind to the fact she had been eye fucking me since I opened the door. She hid it pretty well, maybe even a little better than I was, but I wasn’t blind. I felt drawn to her, and I couldn’t really understand why. But I also wasn’t about to question it too hard. In the last five years I’d had sexual desires, obviously, but hadn’t wanted to go into town to get a piece. I’d just built this wall around myself, because even if my ex hadn’t been the woman I’d seen myself marrying and having a family with, she’d still fucked things up for me in that department.
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