Chapter 41: Sweet Romance

Chapter Forty One
I’m not quite sure how I feel about our untraditional relationship. I mean, I never set out with intentions of dating a girl barely out of the cradle, much less my daughter’s co-worker. It just kind of happened. After all, I’m forty-five, so I thought I’d end up with someone in their thirties at the very furthest end of the spectrum, but here we are. Plus, I’ve come in Sophia so many times, and it feels so good that I have no intention of stopping, at least not for the weekend.
But then I shake my head, droplets of sweat spraying out from my black hair. I need to get a hold of myself. I don’t know if this relationship is appropriate with such a big age gap, but at the same time, Sophia is insanely attractive. We have amazing chemistry and, in turn, an incredible physical connection that’s filled with passion and energy, not to mention utter filth. That’s part of the reason why I adore this woman: her mind’s in the gutter, just like mine.
But will Sophia want to continue to see me after this weekend is over? We both have lives to Sophia to back in the real world, and I get it if Sophia doesn’t want to be seen with an old fogey. I didn’t ask how old her ex was, but my guess is that he’s young. Maybe not in his 20’s, but certainly not in his 40’s like me.
Ah well. I grunt and take another forceful swing
at the wood. The log cracks and splits, forming two halves. Fuck that. I’ll just have to see how the land lies once we get back to Millbrook. Maybe Sophia will want to be with me, or maybe not, but in the meantime, I plan on enjoying my time with the curvy girl as much as possible
At that moment, the front door squeaks and who prances out but the beautiful woman herself. She’s got a bright smile on her face and a cold beer in hand.
“Here you go,” she chirps.
I take the Bud and gulp quickly, the cool liquid going straight to my gut.
“Thanks babe,” I grin. “You’re a lifesaver.”
She sends me a cheeky look. “No problem. I couldn’t help but come out anyways because you’re not wearing a shirt, big guy.” With that, the curvy girl takes the opportunity to step in close before running a small hand over my chest and down my abs. She leans closer to me, her breasts brushing against my chest as her lips nibble at my ear. “I like it, Mr Xander . Mmm, very nice.”
To be honest, I’m tempted to initiate some hot times right here, right now, out in the open, but instead I seize her lips for a kiss before swatting her hand away gently.
“You’re not going to distract me, sweetheart. I have some very important wood-chopping to get through otherwise we’re not going to have fuel for this evening’s entertainment. Remember? You wanted a roaring, crackling fire so that we can make love before it on a bearskin rug.”
Sophia bursts into laughter.
“I did not say that!”
I grin and drop my head to kiss her again.
“Maybe not, but I intuited it. Besides, don’t you love reading romance novels? That always happens in romance novels, right?”
She giggles.
“Oh right,” she says in a sassy tone. “Well, I’ll get the lube out so that we’re ready when the time comes. You bring the fire, and I’ll bring the lube.”
My cock jerks. Damn. This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Fuck baby you’ve been so wet this weekend that we don’t even need lube,” I growl, blue eyes heated. But then I swat her ass once more.
“Alright honey, you get back inside and wait. I’ll be done in a minute, and then I’ll show you what we can really do with that lube.”
Sophia wears a smug expression as she leans up on her tiptoes to give me another heated kiss before turning to saunter off. I watch as she strolls away, her hips swaying from side to side, ass jiggling in a sensuous rhythm.
Then she turns at the final moment and blows one last air kiss to me over her shoulder.
“Don’t be too long, Mr.Xander ,” she calls. “I’ll be applying that lube where it feels best while you finish up out here.” She disappears into the cabin then, and I look down at myself. Fuck, I’ve got a woody the size of a missile and I chuckle at the clever wordplay. It looks like Sophia won this round, but then I grin. My revenge will come once I’m back indoors, and then, the curvy girl’s getting it hard and thorough until she screams.
Sophia’s POV
I let out a blissful sigh as I bite my lip and lean against the counter, staring out the window at Xander as he continues chopping wood. God, he’s gorgeous. His back and torso are thick with muscle and my fingers itch to run over those hard swells. Plus, his skin is bronzed, and as I watch, a trickle of sweat runs down the center of his back. I’m tempted to go out there again right now to lick that up before getting on my knees and licking anything else he’d like.
OMG, what am I thinking? I’m such a dirty girl, but my urges are so real too. On the one hand, I’d like Xander to hurry up and finish up so that he can come back inside, and we can get down to business for real, bear skin rug or not. On the other hand, I hope he never runs out of pieces of wood to chop because this man is so sexy that my mouth’s watering just watching him. I can’t believe he’s my friend’s dad, whom I pretty much met by chance.
But it’s fine. We’ve been chatting non-stop, as if to make up for lost time, and it’s so nice to find someone that I’m mentally and physically compatible with. Hell, we’re so compatible that it’s practically spontaneous combustion at this point. We see each other. We make love. And then afterwards, the words begin to flow. But for now, I need to focus on dinner because my man has been laboring, so he’s definitely worked himself up an appetite, and I have just the meal to fill the hole in his belly.
With a smile, I tear my eyes from his hunky form and head back over to the stove to stir a bubbling stew on the stove. It’s a particularly hearty recipe passed down from my grandma, and filled with plenty of vegetables, a bit of macaroni, and lots of beef. He’s going to love it. I hum a bit, stirring absentmindedly while swaying in place to the music in my head. It’s been so nice playing house with Xander , even if this is going to end in literally twenty-four hours.
At that moment, the door latch snicks and I look up. My man steps inside, looking absolutely gorgeous with his dark hair sweaty, and his chest bare. The clear delineations of his abs make my mouth water, and I stand there like a teenage girl in the presence of her movie star crush for the first time.