9. Dutton

Dutton

T hey finished the hot tub yesterday. It's beautiful. Made of soft stones and under the earth with some flowers around it. It looks like something out of a fantasy, but when I look at it this morning, all I feel is disappointment.

Because Oakley's Crew is almost finished with this property, and part of me wants to go ahead and order an in-ground pool too, just so they'll have to come back, even though it's really fucking cold this morning.

It's barely October, and they're forecasting snow this week. I mean, what the hell? Snow? I'm for sure not used to that, but in October? That seems premature. Still, the hot tub would probably feel great today if I weren't sulking right now.

There's a flowerbed in front of the house, and Walker is coming next week by himself to finish little touches around the place. But that's really all that's left until the spring.

Can I go until spring before I see him again? My heart pangs, just thinking about that. I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him longer. I want to not let go, and that seems insane. I barely know him.

This was just supposed to be an experiment, being here and seeing if I can make it in Kansas without screaming and running away. But now, I'm craving this person more than I've ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life.

And like he knew I was thinking about him, the rumbling of a truck approaching my house gets my attention as I sit out on the porch in the coat I just bought, and I smile when I see it's Walker. He's not in his Oakley's Crew truck today though. It's his own personal, jacked-up black Chevy.

He parks in my drive and then climbs out, a wide grin on his face.

"It's Saturday," I say, but I can't keep the same huge smile off my mouth because he's here on a Saturday—in his own truck.

"That it is." He grabs something from the passenger side of his truck, and when he closes the door and walks up to me, I see it's a thermos and two mugs. I cock my head to the side and wait as he walks up the porch steps. "Thought your California ass might be freezing today."

"So thoughtful," I tease as he takes the rocking chair next to mine. "What did you bring?"

"Now, this was a risk," he says, placing both mugs down on the table between our chairs. "But it's a fall must-have."

"The anticipation is killing me."

"Smartass," he teases as he pours a light-brown, juice-looking liquid into the mugs, and I watch the steam rising up. "One more thing." He puts the thermos down and reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a little baggie with cinnamon sticks in it and placing one into each of our mugs.

"What is it?" I ask, eyeing the warm liquid.

"Warm apple cider." He looks around the property, and I follow his gaze and look at the trees that now have orange, yellow, and brown leaves covering them and the ground. It's really pretty here in the fall, I have to admit. There's something very homey about being on the porch, bundled up with hot cider.

I lift it to my lips, blowing across the top and shivering when I see the intense way Walker is watching my mouth do just that. Holy fuck, he's hot. I take a drink and close my eyes as the fruity, sweet taste takes over my mouth. "That's really good."

He grins. "Picked it up at the fall festival. One of their specialties."

"Thank you for bringing it over. It's really cold. Way too cold for October."

He only chuckles, grabbing his mug and leaning further back in his chair as he looks out over the land again. "Just wait for winter."

I shudder at that thought and take another sip of the warm liquid, letting it heat up my insides. I want to ask him why he's here, but I'm too afraid of the answer. That he just thought I wanted a friend or something. What I want is to be more than friends, but I know that's not really fair with me possibly leaving soon.

Maybe we could fool around though.

I turn to him, my eyes dragging over his long, muscled body and swallow hard, taking another sip. "We should go in the hot tub," I blurt out, and my eyes widen with my brazen statement.

Walker, though, doesn't seem startled in the least. He just turns to me too, perusing my body unashamedly. "I didn't bring any trunks."

I feel my cock twitch in my jeans, licking my lips and trying to clear my throat because it's suddenly gone dry. "That's okay. I don't have any either." I'm not usually this forward, but there's something about Walker that makes me want to go after what I'm craving.

I place my mug on the table and stand up, offering him my hand. Thankfully, he doesn't make me wait long before he puts his mug down and takes my hand. We don't move though. "You really want this?" His voice is husky, strained with need and desire.

I nod once, and that's all that it takes before his lips crash against mine, and he's pulling my body into his. I grunt with the impact, but it doesn't take me long to take over, letting my mouth attack his with reckless abandon. My hands run through his soft hair as I run my tongue over the seam of his lips, praying he'll open for me.

He answers immediately, opening and letting my tongue sweep inside and giving me a taste of him for the first time. His mouth is sweet and warm from the cider, and I groan when my tongue sweeps over his again and again before I suck on it.

He wraps around me, his strong arms holding me to him as we kiss, standing there on my porch. I never want it to end, but I want more too. I'm dying to touch him everywhere.

Maybe going inside would be the smarter bet since we'll likely freeze our balls off out here, but I can't seem to get the hot tub out of my head. I want to experience it for the first time with him.

I kiss over his lips and down his cut jaw to his throat, then back up. "Hot tub?" I barely manage, and he nods, his nose dragging over mine before his full lips land on mine again. He keeps it brief, though, and I can tell it takes a lot for him to pull away from my mouth—the feeling is mutual. But then he takes my hand and leads me to the hot tub his sweat and muscles built. I turn it on and kick off my shoes as I watch him do the same. This is really happening. I pull my socks off, cursing at how cold the ground is below, but he does the same without any complaint.

Then he removes my coat as we wait for the hot tub to heat up, and I shiver, but do the same to him, kissing him again because now that I've had a real taste, I'm not going to stop.

We remove our shirts, and my nipples immediately pebble in the cold air, but I can barely feel the chill in the air as his arms wrap around me. He kisses me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth this time as he takes control, and holy hell, I might combust.

It's been far too long since I've hooked up, but it's not even that, really. It's all Walker. I undo my jeans as I do my best to keep up with his mouth and push them down, left in only a pair of black boxer briefs. Okay, right now in this moment, I'm very grateful to live out in the middle of nowhere. My nearest neighbor is over three miles away.

I step back—but only enough to rest my forehead on his and look down at his jeans. I pop the top button, my breathing picking up and my dick extremely hard, anticipating seeing him like this.

Touching him. My hand slides down over his beautifully dusted, hard pecs, reveling in the feel of his chest hair. I let it go lower over his ripped stomach and stop next to my other hand that's holding his zipper. My other palm flattens over his surprisingly warm lower stomach, my head spinning because I want it all. I'm practically panting as I lower the zipper and push his jeans down, gasping at the sight.

"Holy shit." I can barely breathe, a full-body shudder going through me as my brain catches up to what I'm seeing. Because this big, burly, sexy-as-hell man somehow just got even sexier. My hand smooths over the silky, lacy fabric barely covering his hard cock.

His hand brushes my face, and I realize I'm staring, my hand unmoving as I cup his bulge through the fabric. "Holy shit, good? Or holy shit, you're freaked-out?"

My eyes snap up to his, my mouth dry and my cock so hard, it hurts as I stare into his beautiful eyes—eyes I now notice have some nervousness in them.

"Holy shit, that's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." My hand moves over him, reveling in the feeling of the soft layer over his hard cock. The panties he's wearing are damp, and I know it's because he's so turned-on.

"I want you so fucking bad," he says before his lips crash to mine again. I kiss him hard, one hand still covering his erection while the other slides up into his hair. It's fucking cold out here, but I can't seem to pull away from him.

He kisses me, nipping and biting at my lips, but slowly he pulls his mouth away from mine.

"Hot tub?" he asks, his head turning toward the water that has to be hot by now. I nod dumbly as we walk over toward it, my eyes glued to his ass. The panties ride high up on his perfect cheeks, showing off just a hint of that delectable ass I've spent the last few weeks ogling through his jeans.

Holy shit. Has he been wearing panties under those jeans this whole time? I groan and squeeze my cock through my boxer briefs, trying to get myself to calm down because that thought—holy fuck.

"You're so damn hot," I say as we reach the edge of the hot tub.

He gives me a shy smile. "Let's get in the water. I don't want our dicks to shrivel up."

I glance at the bulge in the lacy panties, the tip of his cock poking out from the top and smirk. "I don't think that's happening yet." He chuckles and then starts to walk into the hot tub, but I stop him. "Wait."

He looks slightly startled but stops walking. "What's the matter? Are we moving too fast?"

I want to laugh at that. It's been far too slow for me, if I'm honest. I've wanted to jump him since the first day we met. "Just..." My gaze goes back to the mouthwatering sight of the nearly obscene tent in the sexy-as-hell panties, his strong hairy thighs, and a hint of his bubble butt at this angle. "Take them off." He looks slightly concerned, like maybe I lied to him about them being hot, which yeah—not even close. I think he melted my brain. "I don't want them to get ruined."

I watch his throat work as he swallows hard and then slowly removes them, slipping the silky material down his thick thighs and kicking them off toward his jeans. My eyes immediately drop to his long, hard cock. It's bobbing in front of him, leaking from the tip, and I swear I whimper at the sight.

I don't know which one I like better. The panties covering that sexy dick or bare like this. I think I'll never be able to choose, and I hope this isn't the only time with him I'll have so I won't have to.

I definitely want to make a mess in those panties.

I strip out of my boxer briefs, and we slide into the hot water. It engulfs both our bodies, and then I slowly move to straddle his lap. I grasp his hair and pull his lips to mine again. He kisses me hard before one of his hands moves between our bodies. The other hand cups my ass and pulls me into him until he can wrap his hand around both of us.

He starts to stroke, and I thrust into his hand, sliding against his shaft. One of my hands glides through his hair, scraping his scalp, and the other grips his shoulders as I thrust against him, riding the high.

I wish we had some lube out here. If we did, I would suggest he slide inside me, stretch me out, and fuck me into oblivion, but this is good too. The ridge of his cock gets caught on mine every time he slides against me, and I moan, biting and kissing his mouth.

I don't want this to ever end, but I'm too close. I can feel it spreading throughout my body, that familiar tingle that starts at my toes and races up to my balls.

"I'm so close. You're so hot," I pant against his mouth, and he squeezes my ass with his one hand and strokes us faster, gripping harder.

"Fuck. Come. I need you to come," he demands, and I bounce on his lap, wishing like hell he was inside me. Picturing it. I wonder if he tops or bottoms. Both?

Fuck, the idea of sinking inside him after pushing his panties to the side, fucking into him until he spills into the silky soft fabric.

"Ngh," I grunt, my cock jerking against his as I come, I cling to him and push forward against his cock, feeling the hot water all around us mixed with my cum and then his as he lets go.

All the chords in his neck pull tight as he leans back and lets out the sexiest groan I've ever heard. It makes my cock jerk again, dribbling the last of my cum before I slump forward and rest my head on his shoulder.

Now what?