by Maine, Miley
I could have admired the scenery all day but my pajama pants were thin. I shuffled across the snow and found a holly bush close by. I cut off several boughs. Next I gathered some pinecones. For the finishing touches I grabbed a few spindly branches and some fresh pine needles.
The snow began to fall harder
I turned to go back to the cabin but I could not see it.
I groaned. I should have been worried about being stranded again but this time I was just annoyed with myself.
How in the heck did you manage this two times in a row? You're supposed to be an intelligent young woman. Now you’ve gotten stranded for the second time in a day.
Hadn’t I read a story once about a man who tied a rope around his waist when he left his cabin in the snow? Wasn't that a necessary precaution to prevent getting lost? Why didn't I think of that earlier?
I tried to get my bearings. “Logan,” I called out. I was even worse off here than I had been on the mountain. At least there I had ski pants on. Here I had on a pair of flannel pajamas but they did not protect against the elements. At all.
The snow began to fall harder.
“Logan!”
He was not going to be happy about this.
18
Logan
I'd had to get away from her. I needed to clear my head. Leaving the cabin wasn't an option, so the shower seems like the safest bet.
After my flashback, my erection was long gone. There had been no need for me to take care of a hard cock.
And after Bethany saw me on the verge of a breakdown, she wouldn’t want my cock anywhere near her. She’d tried to comfort me with a kiss, but there’s no way she’d want more. She wasn’t my girlfriend. She came here so I could fuck her two nights ago, and now she was here out of necessity. I needed to remember that.
In the shower, I washed away all the sweat and I took deep breaths until my heart stopped pounding. Then I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I got my hair mostly dry and I went back out to find her. I've seen the look of hurt on her face when I told her no.
I didn't want her to feel rejected. There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to sleep with Bethany again but it was a shitty idea.
When I got back to the den, she wasn’t sitting on the couch. I checked the kitchen and then the bedroom.
She was nowhere to be found.
“Bethany!”
That’s when I noticed the front door was unbolted.
God, I prayed she had not opened the door to one of the men who was after me. I hadn’t heard any screaming. Of course, they knew how to prevent a victim from screaming. Why had I left her alone?
I grabbed my shotgun. If I saw anyone lurking around outside, I’d shoot first and ask questions later. There were faint boot tracks in the snow, just about her size. There were no other footsteps close by.
I lowered my gun and made sure the safety was on. So she hadn’t been taken. She’d wandered off on her own. The doctors had assured us she didn’t have a head injury. Had the drugs addled her that much?
I yelled her name again. This time I saw a faint movement over by the treeline. I took off running.
She was standing by one of the larger pine trees, holding an arm-full of sticks. Her coat wasn’t even zipped up. And she was wearing those damned pajamas instead of ski pants. She had to be freezing.
“Bethany! What are you doing?”
“Finding Christmas decorations for your cabin.”
Hell. I had to keep it together. I couldn’t lose it again. She’d noticed something was wrong with me, but she hadn’t connected the dots. She didn’t know Christmas was the trigger that set me off.
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
Her lower lip trembled.
Shit. I didn’t mean to upset her. “Okay. Those look great. We have to get you inside.”
I didn’t wait for her to answer me. I scooped her up in my arms, sticks and all, and took off as fast as I could in the snow.
Once I had her back in the cabin, I quickly stripped off her coat and boots. Her lips were purple, and her teeth weren't even chattering. She was too cold for that.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“No. I really wanted to spruce up your cabin.” Her eyes teared up. “But now I’ve dropped all the pinecones.”
Okay. So she was delusional. The fire was strong, so I’d have to use that to warm her up. I didn’t want to make her worse by dumping her in a warm bath. And with her cast, the fireplace and body heat would be easier. I threw a blanket in front of the fireplace and laid her down, right in the same place we’d made love two nights before.
I pulled her pajamas off too. The pants were soaked from the snow, and her pajama shirt was icy cold. I laid her down on the blanket and I stripped off my own shirt and pants, just leaving my boxers on, and pulled two sleeping bags over us, both of them rated for use in low temperatures.
“We’ll pick the pinecones up later,” I said.
That seemed to satisfy her, and she snuggled into me. “Mmm,” she hummed, pressing her lips against my neck. I moved her away from me, trying to be careful with her arm. “Bethany, we’re getting you warm.”
“You’re hot,” she said in a sultry voice I hadn’t heard before.
“If you still want to do this after you’re back to yourself, we can.”
“You promise?”
“Yes.” I just hoped she’d get back to herself soon.
“You didn’t want to earlier,” she said.
Jesus, this was like dealing with a drunk person. Cameron had hypothermia once, and he’d said a bunch of crazy shit about aliens being real, but I’d told him to shut up and he’d listened. Mostly.
Obviously, I couldn't do that with Bethany. I found myself not wanting to hurt her feelings. But when she was coherent, I was going to let her have it. It was time for her to stop scaring the crap out of me. My nerves could not take it.
Tucked in close to my arm, she fell asleep. I stayed awake for hours, just watching her sleep. Her skin warmed up, and her breathing evened out. Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt my own eyes starting to close, and I drifted off.
* * *
The following morning the sun was bright as it filtered through the curtains.
Bethany was propped up on her good arm, looking at me. “Good morning,” she said.
I could not suppress my temper any longer. She obviously did not understand that she’d almost gotten herself killed once again. For fucking pinecones. “What the hell were you thinking last night?”
She had the nerve to look at me with her mouth open, like she didn't know why I was pissed. “What?
“What the hell were you thinking last night? ”
She licked her lips. My eyes were drawn to them, and I wanted to kiss her, and lick across her plump bottom lip, which pissed me off even more.
“Oh.”
“Oh is right. Do you have a death wish? You almost got yourself killed twice within twenty-four hours.”
Her lip wobbled, but I wasn’t going to give in this time. “I wasn’t trying to do anything risky.” She seemed to find her backbone then, and she sat up, holding the sleeping bag to her chest. Her chin jutted out, and her eyes seemed to bore right into me.
“I just wanted to surprise you with some Christmas decorations.”
I sat up too and faced her. “Have you bothered to stop and think that maybe I don’t want any Christmas decorations?”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to be that harsh. But it was too late now. I was not going to get into this with her. I rubbed the back of my neck, pushing at the muscles that were fraught with tension. “Never mind -- it’s not a big deal. Why do you care if I don’t have it decorated?”
She didn’t cry or continue with her outrage. She pulled herself up, and it was like a veil came down over her face. Now I saw the young lady who would have attended cotillion as a teen to learn manners and etiquette, chaired fundraiser galas, and had dinners at coun
try clubs. It would have been the same life I lived, minus the cotillion. Cameron was southern, and he’d filled me in on that particular tradition.
“Because I’m going to be here for Christmas, and I like some decorations. But I apologize. I should not have overstepped. At home I handle all that. Well, along with our interior decorator. But I do a lot of it myself.”
Yep. It sounded like Bethany had a similar upbringing to mine. We didn’t have our own decorator but we’d employed a housekeeper that worked full-time for my family. Christmas was always a really big deal. It had been my favorite holiday, until we lost Isobel.
Christ. Bethany was right. This wasn’t just about me. She was going to be here for Christmas. Maybe I needed to concede a little bit of ground. “If you promise to stay close to me and not wander off again, I’ll take you to get some.”
“Outside? In the woods?”
“Fuck no. We’d go to town. In a store.”
“Really? We can go to town?”
“Why is that so surprising?”
“You don’t seem like you go into town much. Although the pub sure seems to think highly of you. She said you took care of her.”
“Yeah those guys were giving her a hard time. I don’t like Christmas and I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it, but if you’re stuck here over the holidays, then you can decorate.”
What the hell was wrong with me? For a moment, I found myself wanting to make her smile.
Suddenly seeing her enjoying decorating my cabin for Christmas was more important to me than my own issues. That was a new one for me. At least in the last year. I’d had to give up on anyone else’s comfort, just so I could survive.
“If you’re sure then I’ll get ready right now.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
She grinned. “Don’t act so excited.”
I grimaced, but didn’t reply. My former therapist would be proud of me.
Bethany handled brushing her teeth by herself pretty well.
“Logan?” her smile was sheepish. “Do you mind helping me get dressed?”
I had washed her hair last night and that had been pretty intimate, and it had really fucking turned me on. I was not expecting her to have already shed the blanket she’d wrapped around herself when she’d gotten up.
I walked into the guest bedroom to see her standing there in a lavender bra and panties that looked great with her creamy skin and red hair.
Once again, my cock was rock hard. There was no point in hiding it.
Was she trying to tempt me again?
I couldn’t say that I minded.
She’d laid her clothes out on the bed. This time it was a tunic and leggings instead of a sweater and jeans. Maybe it would be easier to get on over her cast.
But first, I had to touch her. I couldn’t keep my hands off all that exposed skin.
“Have you taken any pain pills today?”
“No. Just Tylenol and ibuprofen. Why?”
“Because I don’t want you addled if I do this.” I reached out and cupped her breasts with my hands.
Her head fell back. All that silky red hair swung backward. Damn. She smelled like me. That was hotter than it had any right to be.
I brushed my fingers over her lips. “Have you ever put these pretty lips on a man’s cock?”
She shuddered. I wanted her lips wrapped around my throbbing erection.
She lifted her eyebrows. “Now you’re interested?” she asked.
“I’ve always been interested.”
She opened her mouth. But I pressed my hand against her lips, keeping her from speaking. “Shhh I want you. There hasn’t been a time when I didn't want you.”
“Is that what you want from me now? Do you want me down on my knees? With your cock in my mouth?”
“How does a virgin know to say that sort of thing?
“I might be a virgin, but I’m in my senior year of college. I’ve listened to dozens of my friends recount all of their exploits.”
I pushed my fingers into the cup of her bra to skim over her nipple. “And what do your friends have to say about sucking a man’s cock?”
She gasped, and then moaned and I moved to caress her other nipple. “It’s a mixed review. Some don’t like it. Some can’t get enough.”
“Which one do you think you’ll be?”
“If you’re the man and it’s your cock I’m sucking? Then I think I won’t be able to get enough.”
Jesus Christ. I shoved my hand down my pants and grabbed my cock before I exploded. And I didn’t want to think about her kneeling in front of another man, although it would happen one day in the future. There was no future for us. But while she was here she was mine.
I also didn’t want to be too rough with her while she was still recovering. “Normally I’d put you on your knees right here on the floor and I would fuck your mouth.”
Her green eyes were wide. “But you’re not going to?”
“No. I don’t want you to strain your neck or try to use your arm. So I’m gonna have you lie down on the bed and you won’t have to do anything but lay there with your mouth open.”
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes fell closed. I knew that look. I’d seen it before -- she was turned on. I bet she was wet already, so I put my hand down between her legs over the fabric of her panties. “You’re soaking,” I said. “I can feel how wet you are even through this fancy fabric.”
She clutched my arm with her good hand. “Logan!”
I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to get my cock in her mouth.
19
Bethany
He lifted me into his arms, and lay me down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and put it under my left arm, so my cast was supported. It wasn’t necessary, but I appreciated the gesture all the same.
So once again, I’d managed to make a fool of myself in front of Logan by running out into the snow last night. And then today, I’d managed to upset him while talking about Christmas decorations.
He seemed to think I was an idiot but didn't seem to deter his attraction to me.
I might not have been acting like it, but I was usually fairly perceptive. I could tell Logan had been scared as well as angry. And that helped me keep my composure a while.
I found his concern very sexy. Winston had never tried to take care of me. Of course I'm sure he would have said I didn't need taking care of. And I never had before. I didn’t know how it would make me feel, and maybe I wouldn't have liked it from anyone but Logan.
He had that effect on me. I wanted things from him I’d never wanted before, which was evidenced by the fact that I’d showed up to let him fuck me two nights ago.
Maybe I’d never want those things again. Right now I wasn’t going to think about the fact that this was a very limited time relationship.
He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me with passion. I've never felt even one ounce to that kind of passion from Winston.
Once again, Logan took control. I liked that part very much.
He ran his fingers over the fabric of my bra. My nipples ached with the need for him to touch them.
One of his hands brushed over my cheek, while the other hand went to trace the outside of my bra. “Open your mouth.”
I did so. His cock was so big it stretched my mouth.
He pressed in slowly, just as he had with my pussy. “Don’t move at all,” he said.
He pushed his fingers into the cup of my bra and began to squeeze my nipple.
My pussy was throbbing now, begging to be touched. I squeezed my legs together. I could touch myself, but I wanted him to do it. It would feel so much better.
I’d touched myself before. But it wasn’t even close to feeling like what Logan could do for me.
He looked at my shifting hips with heated eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll get there.”
I moaned and I skimmed my good hand over my bra. I needed it. And soon.
He kept up a maddeningly slow pace, just barely letting his cock glide past m
y lips.
I gazed up at his sculpted abs. He looked like a statue come to life. I lifted my hand to skim over his six pack, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Did I say you could move?”
I froze, and dropped my hand back to the mattress.
“Good,” he said. “You’re my virgin, and I’m going to take care of you.”
I wasn’t technically a virgin now. But he was the one who took it. And he was the first person who’d put his cock in my mouth. So maybe I was his virgin.
At that point, I’d have been willing to sink my own hands into my panties for some relief, but I wasn’t going to risk his displeasure again.
So here I lay, nearly naked on my mountain man’s bed, in his rugged cabin in the woods. His big cock was in my mouth, filling it up, and I liked every second of it.
This was worth the broken arm. Although I suspected maybe he’d have fucked my mouth if I’d just shown up again.
As his hot flesh pushed into my mouth, I imagined what it would be like to drop to the floor, and kneel in front of him, to unbuckle his belt and pull his thick cock out of his boxers. I’d read articles in Cosmo about women waking their boyfriends up in that fashion, and I could picture myself doing that to Logan.
He was somewhat jumpy, so I might have to be careful about waking him up, but if the chance ever arose, I’d love to give him a surprise blowjob.
Without warning, he reached down and popped the clasp to my bra off. “I need to see you,” he said. He continued with his slow, torturous treatment of my breasts, but he still didn’t move his hand between my legs.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of him. He smelled good, like the pine needles and the soap he used. With each slow slide, I could feel his barely contained power. His body was clearly a weapon, just as much as his gun was. But now he was using his body for pleasure.
I’d wanted to decorate, but this was the best Christmas gift. I was getting to experience what so many young women didn’t -- a truly skilled lover. Logan was attentive, and he knew exactly what he was doing with his hands, his mouth, and his cock.
