Page 34 of Unrivaled Love
"Give me my clothes!" I yell and I start to navigate the yarn maze to get to her. She squeaks as she finishes getting the fishing rod through the window and then I pause to watch her open the front door, step out, close it, and pull the fishing rod behind her as she runs into the woods.
"Shit." I say between my teeth as I hurdle over the last string. The fiber snags on my dick so I freeze and proceed as slowly as possible. It's comical, I'm sure, to witness a grown ass man cupping his cock and balls, tip toeing over a line of thread.
I'd laugh if I wasn't so mad.
Instead of chasing after her I storm outside to the garage where I dig out the hatchet from the hiding place next to the scissors and kitchen knives. I return to the window where the fishing line connects my clothes to Jo as she’s running through the woods. I hear the whizzing of the reel unraveling.
I swing and let the blade cut through the invisible thread and then watch it curl back on itself when all the tension is gone.
I let myself back inside and see that my clothes and the towels have fallen to the floor.
I navigate the maze to the bag, slip on boxers, and take the rest in my arms as I duck and high step to my bedroom.
Stealing clothes is like the first trick in the book. I'm surprised she couldn't come up with something worse.
But, one thing is certain, this absolutely means war.
Chapter 10
Jo
Naked and Dripping Wet, Again.
I'moutofbreathfrom laughter when the line finally snaps. I knew he was going to find a way to cut it and free his clothes. But, holy shit, watching naked Bryson move through the yarn maze was incredible. Core memory level stuff.
And it was good for me to see him naked and vulnerable because his body has grown and matured just like his face has. Even a month after his season you can tell he’s in peak physical form.
But then again, I am too.
Laughing and running is a different type of cardio training so I take a second to balance my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. When I stand, I take in the surroundings.
I absolutely stewed this morning. First, I ate one of his protein bars because the fridge is still wrapped up and then I swapped his protein powder for flour I found in the back of a cupboard he didn’t entangle tight enough.
He better plan to replace all of Mom’s yarn. She’s going to be pissed.
I balance the fishing rod against a tree and settle my hands on my hips. I forgot how beautiful it is out here. Salt Lake City is beautiful with the mountains in the distance but it is an entirely different thing to be in them like this. I haven’t taken a break during the season to join the family in the summer. And, usually Bryson is here because it’s his off season which is all the reason I need to stay away.
I spend winters here when the families come because that’s my off season and I do try to take at least one week “off” each year.
Even though it’s been years since I’ve been here in the summer, the memories come flooding back as I wind my way through the trails around the house.
Thisis the type of relaxation I needed.
Time outdoors, letting the natural world soothe me.
My parents would start their day with a hike and when I was a teenager I'd join them. We'd pass the lake on our way out and then proceed to the top of the adjacent peak. It was a few hours total and I learned to see my parents as people during those hikes, not just parents.
They'd talk about work, friends, meals to cook, and memories. I'm sure my siblings and I were causing them worries too but they never discussed that while I was with them.
They'd ask me about school and the team and my goals and plans for the future.
Never about boys.
I'm not sure it even dawned on them that I was harboring a massive crush on Bryson back then.
He was a year older in school and I didn't notice the way he changed because I saw him nearly every day.
But there was one summer, one hike, where it all changed. I can remember like it happened yesterday. It was the summer after Bryson’s senior year, the one before mine. I think my subconscious knew. I think my body had an inkling. But I remember the day my brain figured it out and the way my body lit up.
