Page 61 of Elijah’s Whim

“Can you make that? If you say yes, I think I’m going to go pack my things and leave. You can’t look like this, have a body like you do, be…well…you know…like you are in the bedroom, and I’m sure you’re outstanding at your job too.”

I cut off her rambling by suggesting, “Why don’t you help me? We can do it together.”

“Oh, I like that idea. I’m not very good at being waited on. I’d much rather be useful.”

“But letting people do things for you doesn’t negate your usefulness.”

“In my rational mind I know that, but my anxious brain doesn’t always take a back seat long enough for the rational side to be in charge. I think that’s why I gravitated to food prep for a career.”

“Explain.”

“Well, it’s so fast-paced, day or night, that you don’t have time to obsess over silly things. You just get in there and get it done. It’s when I have too much time on my hands, too much time to think, that my mind starts messing with me.”

“I think we’re all like that to a certain degree, don’t you?”

“I’m not really sure. I only know my own brain. Elijah, you have to understand something. I haven’t been in long-term relationships with other men by design.”

“I’m guessing because of what happened? What you just told me? But, Hannah, you were a child. None of what happened was your fault.”

“I know that, but it’s changed who I am now. Everything in my life has been rewired because of that one incident. Something that happened twenty years ago, that took less than three hours out of the whole of my life, changed everything. Changed me, my parents, my siblings, my friendships. Everything.”

“Do you want to talk about it more?”

“I don’t know. Do you? I don’t want to bore you with it all. I know when anyone goes on and on about themselves it can be a bit much, so it’s as much up to you as it is me.”

“Beautiful, I love learning all there is to know about you. How many eggs do we need?”

“Six should be good. Oh, wait, we need to make the pie crust first.”

“I think I have some in the freezer. Let me check.”

“Elijah Banks. My grandmother would tan my hide if she found out I used a frozen pie crust.”

“Did you just say tan your hide? Girl, where are your relatives from? Isn’t that a southern expression?”

She laughed, and just like every other time, it shot straight to my cock and stroked me to a quick erection. I closed my eyes for a moment and hung my head until my chin hit my chest.

Think unsexy thoughts. Don’t picture her pussy. Or her perfect tits. Or your dick sliding between them.

“You okay over there?”

“Getting there,” I groaned.

“What’s wrong? Is it all that stuff from my past? See, this is what I’m talking about. It gets overwhelming before you even realize what’s happening.”

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.”

“What’s wrong, then?”

I went to stand in front of her and took her hands in mine. Keeping direct eye contact, I put her hands over my swollen crotch.

“Oh, Jesus,” Hannah muttered, eyes gone cartoonishly wide.

“See the problem now? Or feel it, more accurately? Your laugh has this husky, throaty quality, and this is the direct result on my body.”

Shocking me completely, she squeezed a bit and ran her hand along the length, exploring my cock with much more bravery than I expected.

“Elijah. That’s never going to…I mean…how…I don’t…”