Chapter Seven
Just a kiss…
Only one…
I wake up with the taste of Emmaline lingering on my mouth, and a hard-on begging for release. It’s been two weeks since I pulled off her mask at my vineyard, and I still can’t get her out of my mind. She is maddening - in her elusiveness, in her sensuality, and while she may haunt my dreams, we are far from finished. I slide my hand underneath the thin cotton sheet to pull on my c**k.
“Declan,” my brother Austin calls with a bang on the door. “Get your lazy a*s up. We’ve gotta go.”
There won’t be relief from my hand, at least not anytime soon. It’s barely light out. But he’s right. If we don’t run now, we won’t. And a day without running is unacceptable, even if that day starts in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and is followed by backbreaking labor
