Love Under the Hut

CHAPTER 5

Is that Layla? f**k! She's so white! What is she doing there? I have never seen such a beautiful girl like that. Wouldn't I get the chance to talk to her? Wait. Is she naked?

***Latham's mind voice***

Who is this dashing young man?

I was curious. I looked at him as he urged me to come closer to look at what I was doing. He was so charming. He was tall, he was a stunning man. 

He has a wolf tattoo around his arm and around his shoulders.

He made me look like I was his baby girl.

The tattoo was big, and it covered half of his right arm. It was until his wrist.

His muscular hands, with veins, had me like I was watching Hercules. And that beard, and that dashing walk towards me, took me for a ride.

He was topless and with black leather jeans with brown jungle boots, walking towards the hut, all wet, and his hair was falling on the top of his forehead.

He was a little drunk but hot!

Am I dreaming? For a second I thought it would be like a Greek god. Magnificent. He looks strong like if he could make love to me, my bones would break. That man is tremendously tempting. 

Oh, God! Am I in love?

"Are you alright?"

A sweet but deep drawl voice. Sounds familiar, like I have heard it before, two years ago.. or maybe not. 

He was pushing his hair to the back of his head and wiping the rainwater from his body with his hand. 

He was wet, so am I.

Oh… How sexy can that be?

My heart was pounding, and I was puffing to breathe.

"Ummm, yes…"

He does not look surprised. Seems like he has known me for a long time. 

I slowly pulled my legs closer in and brought my silk nightgown down to cover my thighs and legs.

I would feel tingly on my skin and my cheeks once again.

But this time, my wet panties were arousing my v****a, sticking out through my dress, gasping for his mouth to suck it.

I raised my chest on purpose so he could see my sexiness and my see-through nightgown.

Especially around my chest.

My gown was soaked with rainwater, and it was so dirty. How embarrassing...

I dragged my legs to the side and sat as an innocent stranger trying to get comfortable with her guest.

"What are you doing at this hour? It's two in the morning. Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

He asked.

I was shy. He could see that my cheeks had gotten red like a tomato.

He was near me. He looked at me, his brown eyes, and they were sharp and were stabbing me.

He looked down at my chest, and he stared at my n*****s for a few seconds before he lifts up back to glance at me. He gave me a bedroom look as if I am his meal for a hungry lion. 

Then, he left the hut and walked inside to grab his raincoat.

I can feel that he is doing that on purpose.

His body could get me melted right away. His perfume smell meshed with his dazzling smile. I was lost… I can't speak. I could feel my panties were wet with my v****a slime. How am I even able to feel all these? 

He made me a tongue-hanging girl with his arousing walk around me. I have been in my village for 18 years and I was not kept in a picture of a handsome young man. There were non in my village. 

Looking at him is winning a million-dollar horse race. 

I swallowed my words when he approached me so close to me. He took his raincoat and sat beside me.

My tongue dribbled, and I was unable to speak. Finally, I smiled and with a soft voice I said,

"I am just enjoying the air here. It is peaceful."

I can't stop looking at him.

His daring eyes were staring at me as if they were speaking to me with his love language through his eyes as if he was saying to me. He glimpsed at my sharp n*****s jutting out poking beneath the thin layer of my blouse.  

You're stuck with me and nowhere to run.

He looked at me again. He is so handsome! Our eyes were locked.

Then, he drowsed his eyes back to my chest and once again and gazed at my n*****s. This time, for a long time.

I purposely lifted my chest higher so he could get a clear picture of it. His eyes were sick red. I was mingled with the feelings of being horny and love at the same time.

I was biting my lips. I was never turned on like this. My v****a was really wet.

I was really shy. He knew what I was doing. He knew I wanted him to see me naked.

He pulled his eyes away and sat beside me closer, he gave a dashing smile. With a low drawl voice, he said,

“Cute…”

“What is cute?”

He was staring at me.

The smell of the alcohol and his perfume triggered me to crave his attention.

Touch me, daddy…

"Can I sit here…? With you and enjoy whatever you are embracing together?"

“Yes…”

He sat beside me, nearer but not that close.

"So… Who are you trying to run from?"

I looked at him and wondered why he'd ask me that.

“Ummm. Do I know you?"

He turned his face towards me and gave me a puzzled look.

He was a little disturbed with my question, but again he played cool and smiled at me.

Then, he turned his body towards me and lifted his left eyebrow curiously.

"You have got to be kidding me... Right…?"

Moving his eyes towards my n*****s once again, I knew he was turned on and he was breathing hard to touch it but man you know, I am.

Yes, I am the count’s wife.

"I really don't know who you are…"

I purposely dropped my leg in the water and started tapping my leg following the beat of the raindrops.

I carried my gown a little higher than my knee.

I know he was looking at it, and if I were him, I would go crazy right now.

I could see his hands were keeping in so hard without moving them towards my thighs.

I saw… His d**k was hard and it was almost going to tear off his zip as if it was already in my v****a arousing me inside.

My legs were soft, and I knew temptation was blustering in his eyes to touch it.

"I am Layla Belistra, by the way. You can call me Layla."

I smiled and turned my face away from him.

I was bashful to look at him for too long.

He was still surprised by the previous question, I told him my name to be known, and he nodded and smiled.

I was looking down, tapping my fingers and sketching with my fingernails.

It was cold now, and I was shivering.

"What's yours?"

I wanted to know this gorgeous man. 

He burst his smile again, almost to laughter but a heavy smile.

It was sexy...

He leaned his shoulder backward and laid both hands behind him.

He carried his legs to the hut and removed his shoes.

He looked at the sky and then he looked at me.

"Norche. You can call me that"

Now that I know his name, my heart couldn't be any happier than this.

My mind was blistering on my head and my words were tripping before I could even speak.

"Norche…My Charming Lover…"

"What are you doing here, Norche?"

I asked him as he was also roaming around the field at wee hours.

"Well, you really don’t know me?”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I really don’t, Norche”

“Oh, well. I am the count's gardener.

I need to wait till tomorrow down to watch over the cherries to harvest, or else they'd be too dried out, and the taste wouldn't be sweet."

The boss had to be really crazy to hire a handsome young man to work as a gardener.

I wonder if my husband would even feel envy of his charming looks.

Waiting till tomorrow evening at this place would be hard. I wouldn't wait for a minute with a mosquito bite and a soggy place like that.

But it was romantic with him there. I nodded and agreed.

Although he was covered with good clothes and protection on his body, the hotness in the afternoon later, and that sogginess would definitely irritate him.

Norche and I were spending our time talking about his life. Poor boy.

He lost his parents when he was so young.

His step-mom has raised him up since he was a little boy, and he has a good relationship with her.

It seems as if she is a strict woman but with a kind heart. 

We spent hours talking about our lives, and to me, there is nothing much to share. 

I am only twenty years old and married.

He told me many funny stories about his mum and his family.

His little brothers and the workers.

“You know, I was so naughty and mean that I made my mother chase after me because I wanted to know if my little brother in her womb would stay awake due to the bumps that beat him up each time my mother ran to catch me.”

We both burst into a huge laughter.

He was a happy kid when he was young. So am I, I just wasn’t raised with a silver spoon in my mouth.

“Ahahahaha…! You are so naughty, Norche!”

And we both laughed on and on.

“And such is life, Layla… We grow too fast, and now all that I can remember are my great memories.”

With the air, feeling gloomy and heavy in my heart, I stopped smiling. I bent my head down. Sad, broken…

I can’t resist that.

I looked at him with a sad face, I whispered…

"Norche, do you know that I am married?"

Norche gave me a cold stare.

"Ummm, yes, I do. You're the count's wife."

I was upset when he said he knew who I was… but… Shouldn't he be calling me 'Your Grace' or 'Misses Latham'?

Well, maybe that man has his way of addressing me. I feel really down, and my heart was shattered.

I am married, and now I have a crush on Norche!

Despairing and having given up all hope, I looked down at the beating drops of rain on the ground gathering to become ankle-level water around the hut.

I turned my face away from him.

Break-in was in silence, and my nervousness was gone. Suddenly, the feeling of roaming in romance and being high on s*x favor was gone.

I felt very insecure and uneasy.

I pulled my dress from the parts of my waist up to my boobs and covered my bare chest.

I wrapped both hands around my shoulders to close my exposing n*****s so that he could not see that anymore.

The sudden appearance of undesirable thoughts on my mind.

The feeling of regret—I am married, and now I am in love with another man?

I know it wasn’t right. The memory can turn into a nightmare.

“I...I... I have got to go, Norche”

He saw the sense of me dropping me in despair and regrets, but he neither said nor asked anything about it.

I wonder why he wouldn’t.

I mean, I would not ask the count’s wife anything too if I were him.

That’s a big risk to take. Asking a powerful man’s wife about how she feels.