by Kitty Jones
“He’s at work.” Luna’s voice rang out clear as day, and Brody pictured her standing there and assessing Al. What would she think of him? Al was a good guy. He was kind-hearted and sweet. Somehow, Brody just appreciated the fact that Luna didn’t sound upset or embarrassed that he’d stopped by. She was comfortable with herself and her body, and he appreciated that more than she’d ever know.
“Oh, very good. I’ll, uh, just…I’ll go. Nice to meet you.”
A car door slammed and Brody heard the car start.
“Gotta go,” Al said, and he hung up the phone.
Brody stared at his phone for a minute and laughed wildly before calling Luna. As promised, he’d managed to get her phone number. She answered on the first ring.
“Brody,” she said, and somehow, his name came out like a purr. “Funny timing. You just had a visitor. He saw me naked.”
“That was Al.”
“So it was you he was on the phone with,” she said. He could practically hear her shaking her head at the absurdity of the situation.
“I didn’t send him over. He’s an old friend.”
“You know, with the quarantine, he shouldn’t be coming over at all. I could be sick. I might have gotten him infected.”
“You aren’t sick, but I do agree with you. He needs to be careful.”
She paused, and didn’t say anything for a moment. Brody waited. There was something on her mind. He’d started learning what her cues were, and that made him happy. He had finally managed to start figuring out when she was upset by something or when she was pondering something. He’d started to learn when something made her interested or excited or tired or bored.
Finally, she spoke.
“I miss you,” she said. “When are you coming home?”
And there it was.
It wasn’t a whine or a demand or even emotional manipulation. It was simply a fact. He was gone, and they were apart, and she missed him.
Brody always thought that if a woman missed him while he was working that it would bother him. He was very surprised to discover that it didn’t. Not when it was her. Somehow, the idea of Luna missing him didn’t make him feel tense or scared or nervous. He didn’t feel trapped or like she was somehow trying to trick him.
In fact, the opposite was true.
Knowing that she was thinking about him was…freeing. It was comforting. It made him feel like he wasn’t so alone in all of this, and that, more than anything else, made him feel like everything was going to be just fine.
“I miss you more,” he whispered. He was alone in the office. There was no one to hear him. No one was there to judge him or make him feel uncomfortable or awkward for caring. Not that he gave a shit what anyone thought. He was far too old for that shit.
“Is this crazy?” Her voice was a whisper, and she was nervous.
“No.”
“We only just met.”
“It’s not crazy.”
She paused, and he knew she was thinking about how she wanted to phrase whatever words came next. That was fine. He knew what was happening between them was something special, something unusual, but he could handle it. It was fine.
“I like you, Brody. A lot.”
“I like you, too.”
Then an idea struck him. He was alone, and so was she. This was a chance for them to have a little bit of fun even though they weren’t together with each other.
“Are you still naked?” He murmured, purring the words to her.
“Yes.” He could practically hear her blush, but he knew she wasn’t embarrassed. Not by this, and not by him.
“Where are you now?”
“I’m on the porch swing.”
“Naked? What a little show off.”
It wasn’t a dig, though. He was happy about this, and he was pleased with her. He liked that she wanted to show off a little bit. He liked that she was so sexual and playful and fun.
“Too bad there’s nobody here to see me,” she murmured.
“Would you like to give someone a show?” He chuckled, unbuttoning his jeans. He was already starting to get hard from their banter. He loved knowing she was sitting on the porch: wanton with her legs spread. He had been with her so much over the last few days that it wasn’t hard to imagine how she looked.
He knew how she looked.
Perfect.
He started stroking his cock as he thought about her touching herself there on the porch.
“Tell me how you look,” he said.
“My legs are spread, and I’m rubbing my breasts,” she told him.
“How do those sexy tits feel, princess?”
“Good,” she murmured. “I wish you were touching me.”
“Soon,” he growled. “Pinch your nipples.”
She moaned a little, and he knew she was doing it. Good. He loved that. He liked this. He enjoyed knowing exactly how she was touching herself and he appreciated that she knew exactly what it took to get herself off and make herself come apart.
That was a problem a lot of people seemed to have: they didn’t know.
They didn’t know how to come, how to touch themselves. Luna didn’t have this problem. Luna just went for it.
“Are you touching your pussy?” He asked.
“No.”
“Rub it for me, princess. I want to hear you touching yourself.”
“That’s hot,” she groaned, and he knew she was doing it.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m rubbing my clit with one finger…okay, now two…I’m rubbing myself in little circles, but I’m imagining it’s your tongue there.”
“Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?” He asked.
He was already close, and he’d barely started touching himself. Luna was having a wild effect on him, but he wasn’t going to complain. He loved it. He loved what she was doing to him and how incredible she made him feel.
“I’m really close,” she said.
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. I’ll come for you, too, but not until I hear you groaning.”
And then she did.
He could tell perfectly even through the phone that she was coming for him: right outside on the porch where anyone could wander by and see her, and that made his own orgasm all the hotter knowing that they could be caught. He came for her, too, and when he was done, he felt wholly satisfied.
Luna seemed to have that effect on him.
She seemed to have a lot of effects on him.
Chapter Seven
“So tell me about this gym,” she asked him one day. Luna had been curious about Brody’s in-home gym ever since she’d arrived. She’d noticed him working out in there a few times, but she’d never wanted to bother him. Now they were sitting side-by-side in front of an evening fire. He’d built it after supper and she was more than happy curled up beside him. This was the kind of life she could get used to, but she was trying to keep herself from falling too hard for the lumberjack man.
“What about it?” He asked.
“You’re a lumberjack,” she told him, as though that explained everything.
Brody just laughed.
“And I still have to stay fit,” he said. “I do a lot of heavy lifting at work, and I don’t want to become injured because I lifted something that was too heavy or too big for me.”
She glanced at his muscles. She tried not to, but that was impossible.
“Do you want to see it?”
Her eyes darted to his crotch, and he chuckled.
“Not that, but you know I’m more than willing to show you if you want.”
She blushed. Was she that transparent? Only, she knew that she was. She’d spent more time naked at Brody’s house than she’d spent clothed, and she didn’t really care. It was fine with her that she’d been naked so much. In fact, she loved it. She liked being naked with him and playing with him. They’d had a lot of fun sleeping together and even more fun talking with him.
She’d learned that
he liked things like gardening and reading, and that even though he loved his job, he loved the people he worked with even more. It was hard to find anything wrong with Brody, and part of her wondered how she’d managed to stumble across a guy like this.
Her biggest concern these days was actually being able to focus on finalizing her thesis. The project was at the forefront of her mind, and when Brody was at work, she always seemed to get quite a bit done. When he was around, though…
Well, sex seemed to get in the way.
Always.
“Yeah,” she finally said. “Let me see the gym.”
They went to the workout room, as she thought of it, and he pushed the door open.
“You have so much equipment.”
“It was wildly expensive,” he said. It wasn’t a brag. “It took me about a million years to save up for it all, but it’s been worth it.”
“You spend a lot of time in here.”
“It helps me relax,” he said. “After work, I’m usually pretty physically tired, but I’m always really wound up mentally.”
“So this is how you deal with your stress,” she said.
“What about you?” He asked her. “Do you like to exercise?”
“I’ve never really felt like I was particularly good at it,” she said. “I take pole dancing classes from time to time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she laughed. She wondered if he’d ever put a pole in his gym. It seemed silly, and almost trite, but oh, she’d love to see Brody dancing on a pole. He had great upper body strength. She knew because she’d seen him doing pull-ups before.
Would he dance on a pole for her?
What if she asked really sweetly?
“How did you get into that? It seems very unique.”
“A friend invited me,” she shrugged. “It seemed like fun, so I decided to go for it, and I was surprised by what a good time I had. I guess the rest is history,” she laughed.
“So what kind of fitness skills do you pick up in a pole class?” He wanted to know.
“We do normal stuff: push-ups, planks, sit-ups.”
“And?”
“And we practice chair dancing and lap dancing and spins,” she chuckled. “You’d be surprised at just how hard all of these things really are.”
“How hard?”
“Let me show you,” she laughed. She grabbed a folding chair that was sitting against one wall and unfolded it. Then she set it in the center of the room. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t hesitate to take a seat when she gestured for him to do so. He sat down and put his hands carefully on his knees.
She looked around. They needed music. Her phone was in her pocket, so she pulled it out, selected a song, and set the phone down on a shelf. He watched her carefully, hungrily, as she came back to the center of the room.
And then Luna started to dance.
She didn’t consider herself to be particularly pretty or whimsical or good at moving. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could turn a head just by being there, but she was a hard worker, and she’d been dedicated in her classes. She’d learned how to turn her hips just so, how to tease her shirt up, and how to wiggle her butt in about twelve different ways.
The effect her dancing had on Brody was instantaneous. He focused in on her, watching her carefully. If she didn’t know better, she thought he might start to drool, and that did something to her. Her movements, coupled with his gaze, fueled her excitement. She started to feel eager and wound up and happy.
So damn happy.
This was the kind of moment she’d been waiting her whole life for.
“You look beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said.
Luna was moving in time with the music. She was enjoying herself, and she was loving everything about how she felt in that moment. She liked the way he looked her with hunger in his eyes, and she loved how wild and free she felt about everything that was happening. Perhaps most of all, she liked the way she felt a little bit wild and a little bit crazy and a little bit like she was being naughty.
It was all entirely wonderful, and she couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next. She didn’t have to wait long, though, because Brody pulled his dick out and started stroking it as she danced. She was getting more and more turned on and aroused at the thought of being with him. He stroked himself in time with the music, in time with her dancing, and she loved the way he never took his eyes off of her.
Soon she was touching her breasts, rubbing her hands over herself, and she started to lose herself in the moment. It was wonderful, this way she was feeling, and she didn’t want it to end.
“Come here,” he groaned, and she went to him. She knelt in front of him and just fucking looked at him. He was thick and wonderful, and she loved the way he stroked himself. She wanted to taste him, to feel him inside of her mouth, and she looked up at him.
Without a word, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. He moved his hand so she could lick him and taste him. She enjoyed the way he tasted, and she started sucking.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He grabbed her hair and thrust his cock up into her throat, and she loved it. Everything he was giving her, she wanted more of. She reached between her legs and started touching herself as she was sucking his cock. She was wet and ready and just wanted so much more.
Soon they were both coming together at the same time. She cried out against his cock and her pussy pulsed with pleasure as she came. She swallowed and pulled away, looking up at him. Then he smiled down at her.
“Perfect,” he whispered, and somehow, in spite of everything, she knew he was telling her the truth.
Chapter Eight
If Brody had to watch one more damn news report on the virus, he was going to fucking die. He was tired of the virus and tired of being limited with what he could do. He’d gone to town to buy supplies and get groceries for Grandma. Then he’d left them on her porch and watched to make sure she’d brought them all inside okay. He hated that they were supposed to stay at their own houses and not hang out.
He hated everything about it, really, but most of all, he hated how much he didn’t want the quarantine to end.
When it ended, it would mean that Luna would return to real life. She had other things to do, after all: more important things. She had school and work and all sorts of things that didn’t have a place for him in them.
And he hated that.
He shut off the TV and walked around his house. He was feeling gloomy, and he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. Maybe that really was his biggest fault. His grandmother had always accused him of being closed-off.
Maybe she was right.
But right now, he couldn’t tell anyone how he felt. He couldn’t express his feelings to her or anyone else. He certainly couldn’t tell Luna how he was feeling. She was fire and he was ice. She was perfect and he was…not.
He wanted her to stay. He wanted to build a life with her. He knew it was too soon, and it was too wild, and she had other things to do, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He had a craving that had been stirring in his heart. He just didn’t know how to satisfy it. The only remedy was going to be her. He knew that. She was perfection and wonderful. She was lovely. He wanted more of that.
He called Al one night after she was asleep.
“Rough day, buddy?” Al said with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” Brody said. He knew his friend was only teasing him. Al and Brody had barely spoken: probably because Brody had been completely caught up in his obsession with Luna. They’d been doing everything together: talking, chatting, kissing, fucking. They’d been baking and he’d even read part of her thesis, which he loved. She was smart as hell, and that made him feel like she was even better.
“What’s going on?” Al asked.
“When did you know?” He asked.
“Know what?”
“That Linda was the one for you.”
Al let out a lo
ng, low breath. He’d been married for a very long time before death claimed his wife. Brody knew Al pretty well. Otherwise, he never would have dared to answer such a question.
“Things are serious, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“I should tell you that I didn’t know for years,” Al said slowly.
“Is that true?”
Brody’s heart clenched.
Years?
It had been days: just over a week.
“No, man. I knew on our first date.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“No. Linda was perfect, Brody. There was never anyone else. Once I met her, I knew. My heart was spoken for after that. I never looked at anyone else ever again.”
“And how long did it convince her to marry her?” Brody asked, looking over at Luna. She was sleeping soundly, and she was even snoring a little bit. It was cute as hell.
“A long-ass time,” Al laughed. “But it was worth the fight. You can do this, my friend. Once you find the one, you don’t ever let them go. People love to rip on marriage and relationships, but my life with Linda…well, it was damn wonderful.”
“Thanks,” Brody said. He hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He knew his friend would understand. And the truth was that now he was distracted. He was caught up in her, and he knew that Al was right.
If she was the one, he had to go for it.
But was it too soon?
Chapter Nine
Luna did it.
She finished her paper.
Somehow, between sex and snuggling and working out in the lumberjack’s in-home gym, she finished her thesis.
The best part?
It was good.
At least, she thought it was.
She was putting the finishing touches on it when he came home from work one day. He walked inside and came up behind her. Then he slid his big hands around her and pulled her back against him. When he kissed the side of her neck, she meowed like a damn cat. She couldn’t control herself.
It was just this crazy effect he seemed to have on her, and she didn’t know why or how.
“I missed you today,” he murmured.