“Thank you for today. I’ll never forget it.”

Her last comment didn’t sit well in my stomach.

I’ll never forget it.

“You did great, Princess. I can’t wait to do this again.”

On the ride home that night, I made a tough decision. I was going to lie low for a bit, give her some space. They say if you let something go and it doesn’t come back to you, it was never really yours to begin with. But considering I was the one who initially left in this situation, all bets were off.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Two days later, I started to put up the new shed on Aubrey’s property. It was going to be nice to be able to keep all of my lawn equipment in one place without having to transport it back and forth. I had to admit, Aubrey must have had the most beautiful garden in all of Temecula by now.

It was a particularly hot day, and it became necessary to cool off. Starting to feel dehydrated, I was thinking of calling it a day here.

Using my key, I entered the house for a drink and to use the toilet before leaving. Pixy was so used to hearing me come in now, he no longer even flinched when I walked inside.

I hadn’t texted Aubrey at all since our road trip and had no idea where her head was at. It felt like forever since we’d spoken. My only clues would have been inside of this house, but snooping always made me feel like shit. Thankfully, there was no obvious evidence of Dick having been here in the past couple of days, so that was good. The house was Dickless, just the way I liked it.

Sweat was dripping off my body as the goat followed me around. I wondered if Aubrey would care if I took a quick shower in her bathroom. Seeing as though I made a vow not to contact her, texting her to check wasn’t an option. I couldn’t see why it would be a problem, though.

“You won’t tell, will you, Mutton?”

“Baa.”

“Good boy.”

I stripped down and left my dirty clothes in a pile just outside the bathroom. Under the lukewarm water, my thoughts, of course, turned to her. Lathering her fruity soaps and shampoo over me was like bathing in a sea of Aubrey. Sweet, sweet torture. I gripped my cock and started to jerk myself off but stopped after thinking better of it. Even though the urge was intense, there was no way I was going to be able to finish myself off in her shower. With my luck, I’d accidentally leave a trace of spluge behind. Wel-cum Home, Aubrey! She’d know it was me. That wasn’t going to help my cause. Horny as hell, though, I’d definitely need to rub one off back at the motel.

As I exited the shower, the bathroom filled with steam. Wiping myself down, I looked in the mirror at my sculpted body and flexed my muscles.

Shit, I looked good.

With all of the time in the sun and my workouts, my body was truly in the best shape of my life. Sadly, I couldn’t even use it on anyone at the moment.

Rubbing the towel vigorously over my wet hair, I walked back out into Aubrey’s bedroom. A painting on the wall showing a woman with her breasts exposed caught my eye. It wasn’t there the last time I was in here. Must have been new. Holy shit. It was classy but still not something I expected her to have.

As I stared up at it, I thought about all the things I never had an opportunity to learn about her. Aubrey was definitely a sexual being, and it made me sad that I never really had a chance to tap more into that side, to push boundaries with her and take her places sexually that she’d never been. All that we could have done in those two years.

Fuck. I was getting hard again. A bead of precum formed at the tip of my dick. I was really hard up.

My body shook at the sound of her voice.

She screamed, “Oh my God!”

I turned around exposing my fully hard cock in all of its glory. “Shit!” I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist to cover my privates. Not only had she seen my ass as she walked in but also got the full frontal experience when I’d turned around.

She sounded breathless. “What are you doing?”

“I..uh…okay…so, I was really hot. I needed to cool down. I took a shower.” I laughed nervously. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“I guess I don’t mind, but Jesus, do you normally just stand there in the middle of the room stark naked staring at the wall?”

“I was staring at your lovely painting, actually.” My eyes trailed down the length of her body. She was wearing her workout clothes, a purple sports bra that squished her beautiful tits together and tight spandex. Dressed like that, she clearly wasn’t expecting me to be here this late in the afternoon. I normally didn’t stay here so long, but since I’d been building the shed, I lost track of time. She never came home this early.