Authors: M.K. Elliott
Suddenly, Jessie realized she wore only panties and a camisole, her nipples poking through the material. Self-consciously, she folded one arm across her breasts.
In front of her, the man continued to unfurl. His naked form stood before her, his cock nestled against his balls, framed by a thatch of dark curls.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed, shocked and embarrassed, trying desperately not to look. “Cover yourself up
.
”
Towels hung from the washing line stretched across her yard and she grabbed one and threw it at him. He watched as the towel hit his legs, making no move to try to catch it or pick it up.
Jessie twisted her head away, trying to suppress the smile threatening to spread across her face.
“Pick up the towel, damn it,” she said, pointing to the rectangle of twisted cotton. She almost laughed, “You can’t just wander around without any clothes on.”
Sneaking glances, she saw him finally glance down at the item at his feet. He looked back up at her and seemed to realize what she wanted. The man bent down, picked up the towel and held it over his perfectly proportioned groin.
“Thank God for that,” she said, allowing her gaze to fall back on him. His body was beautiful; curved
pecs
with dusky nipples, a line down the
center
of his stomach, running between several rows of abs. His shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps cut without being overly muscular. If she had asked someone to create a perfect male specimen, this would be it.
Jessie gave her head a slight shake.
She shouldn’t be thinking like this about some strange man who had shown up naked in her back yard.
He lifted his gaze, his blue eyes settling upon hers. He shivered, the hand holding the towel trembling.
Was he cold?
She stepped closer, expecting a wave of alcohol fumes to wash over her, but none came; he smelled like cut grass and vanilla. Whatever he was, he wasn’t a drunk.
Drugs, maybe,
she thought. But this was hardly drug country. The biggest city was miles from here. Again, her thoughts went back to his eyes; he didn’t have the expression of someone who was spaced out.
Before she knew what she was doing, she said, “You look cold. Why don’t you come inside and I’ll find you something to wear.”
He took unsteady steps toward her. It didn’t matter that he had turned up in her yard in the middle of the night. He didn’t look as if he could harm anything. Despite the appearance of his perfectly toned, strong physique, he also seemed weak and fragile, like a newborn deer learning to walk.
Jessie backed away, stepping through the door and into the kitchen. The strange man followed. Buddy yapped at him a couple of times and backed up into the hallway, and disappeared. She heard the scrabble of his claws on the wooden floor as he scurried upstairs.
“You don’t have any clothes nearby, by any chance, do you?”
He raised his eyebrows at her, a hint of a smile adorning his handsome face, but didn’t seem to understand anything she said.
“Okay, just wait here.” She put her hands out in front of her, steadying him like a horse.
Jessie turned and rushed out of the room. Would he be waiting for her when she got back? There was a chance he’d just clear out her purse and leave.
She went to her bedroom and opened the closet. All of Jeremy’s shirts still hung from their hangers, his pants still neatly folded in the drawers, his socks still balled together. No one knew she still had all his old things. When her parents—who lived miles away and didn’t really give a shit about her anyway—asked, she told them she’d donated everything to charity. They’d never know the difference. They’d made it down for the funeral, so, in their minds, they’d done their part.
She pulled down a short-sleeved, blue and white shirt and a pair of jeans. They might be a little snug on this guy—Jeremy had been smaller by about two inches and thirty pounds—but, considering his body, she didn’t think she’d mind them being a bit tight. She smiled at this and then reprimanded herself. She shouldn’t be thinking such things, especially not when he was about to be dressed in her dead husband’s clothes.
~*~
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M.K. Elliott (
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Marissa Farrar) is the author of six novels, two novellas, and numerous short story collections. While traditionally published by small presses since 2009, she discovered she only started making enough money to live on when she started to self-publish her work. Since then, she has had a #1 best-selling erotica collection on Barnes & Noble, and her novels and short story collections have also been on the best-seller lists for their genres on Amazon.
When she’s not writing (which isn’t often!) she spends time with her young family in Devon. She’s come to term with the fact that her house will always be a bit of a mess. Since the money has started rolling in, her husband has finally stopped complaining about the amount of time she spends at her computer.
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