by Alice Brown, Lady V, Samantha Potter, Rayne O'Gara, Lei Carol, Hazel Gower
Staring at his denim covered ass as he bent over in the fridge, Callie could feel her body warming once again, only this time at the images that were running through her head of her hands roaming and stroking that fine ass. Shaking her head, she tried to clear the lust filled haze that had taken over her thoughts, only to notice that instead of staring at his ass, she was now staring at his crotch.
Could it really be that big? Or could it really just be that his pants are super tight and it’s not even close to that big? she wondered as she trailed her eyes up his body to find him watching her with a raised eyebrow as if he had just asked her something. Hearing him chuckle softly as he placed a basket in the middle of the table before turning away, Callie knew she had been busted checking out his ass.
Leaning over the bowl of stew that was placed in front of her, she took a deep breath, loving the smell of the stew. Waiting for him to sit across the table from her before taking her first bite, all but moaning in heaven as the flavors exploded in her mouth. In her experience, stew was always bland but as the flavor of each of the vegetables and the broth mixed together on her tongue, Callie felt like she was in heaven.
Quickly eating all of her stew without saying another word until her bowl was empty, “Wow. That was so good, thank you.” Glancing up once her bowl was all but licked clean to find Jayson sitting there just watching her, his dinner untouched. Feeling her stomach start to burn with embarrassment while hoping she didn’t just make a fool of herself and unsure as to what she should do, especially when he got up from the table to grab her bowl and walked away.
Ducking her head, her embarrassment turned to shame as her ex’s words echoed in her mind, 'God you are such a slob when you eat. It’s no wonder you’re so fat, maybe you should go on one of those diets. Wait, what am I saying, you already are on a diet… It’s called the See Food diet ‘cause when you see food you eat it. Get it, see food diet.' Trying to hold the tears at bay, Callie didn’t want Jayson to see her cry.
Feeling the fingers slide under her chin to lift her face, she found herself staring into his green eyes while he brushed the tears from her cheeks before saying softly, “Whatever has brought on these tears, I hope it wasn’t me. Watching you eat just now was such a wonderful feeling as it filled me with the knowledge that someone besides myself enjoyed my cooking. Please don’t cry.” It was as he placed soft butterfly kisses against her eyes that she realized this man could end up hurting her worse than anyone else.
Offering a shy smile as he moved back to his seat and handed her a buttered roll as she picked her spoon back up once again. Letting out yet another little moan, only this time it was over what had to be homemade biscuits and not the ones from a can.
“Are these homemade?” Callie asked. When he nodded, she continued, “Wow. I’ve tried to make homemade ones before but they weren’t any good. I just love the taste of them.”
Waiting to finish chewing before he said, “Yes, they are homemade. My gran is a very big believer in all of her grandkids knowing how to cook and bake. She just didn’t expect I would love cooking and baking the way I do but shh, don’t tell anyone.”
His laugh echoed around the small cabin, leaving her once again trying to get her libido in check since in that moment she wanted nothing more than to launch herself over the table at the man who was wreaking havoc on her hormones, especially with his smile.
“Tell me more about you, Jayson.”
“Hmm, what to tell really? I am in my late twenties. I have four brothers and two sisters.”
“Are you the oldest?” she asked as she finished her second bowl of stew before leaning back in the chair feeling full. Letting out a little squeak of fear as all of the lights flickered off and on a couple of times before turning off one last time without coming back on. “Jayson?”
Callie heard him start moving about the cabin and lighting a lamp she hadn’t even realized had been hanging on the wall. Trying to calm her fear, she watched him go about the room lighting each of the lamps and candles that were spaced throughout the room and before long the entire room was glowing in the light.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he came back over to the table with a deck of cards and a notepad. “Do you know how to play rummy?”
Nodding as he started shuffling the cards, Callie grabbed both of their empty bowls to go rinse them out so they would have more room to play. Standing near the window, she listened to the multiple sounds echoing around the room from the wood popping in the fireplace, to the shuffling of the cards, the sound of the wind howling outside the window and even the sound of the bear growling as it stood there in the window watching her.
Letting out a scream, she all but jumped out of her skin before turning to run only to smash into Jayson’s chest as he had moved when she screamed. Shaking in fear trying to explain why she was so scared all of a sudden, except she was unable to get her tongue to work.
Finally she managed to spit out one word with a lot of stuttering, “B...bb...beee…bear…” Pointing out the window where the bear had been standing there watching her as the fear tried to climb up her back again but it wasn’t until Jayson let go of her to take off running outside into the fiercely blowing storm, still without a shirt or shoes on his feet, that she really began to become scared.
Rushing to close the door Jayson had left open, Callie couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. While waiting for Jayson to hopefully come back, Callie found herself first picking up the deck of cards that had blown all around the room from the wind to washing the few dishes that were from their dinner. She even went as far as to find a container for the leftover stew and then washed the CrockPot, all the while glancing out the window for any sign of the crazy fool.
Running out of things to do and not knowing where her purse was as she always has a couple of notebooks in it for when she started to get the itch to write. Sitting back down at the table, she picked up the pen and notebook that was sitting there to start writing the story that had started circling in her mind.
After what felt like minutes but what turned out to have really been two hours’ worth of writing, Callie was shocked that Jayson still wasn’t back. “Where’d he go? That bear didn’t kill him, did it?” she wondered aloud while putting more wood into the fireplace. Curling up on the bed, she had been trying to force herself to keep her eyes open but was losing the battle quickly. Before her head was fully on the pillow, Callie was sound asleep, to the point that when the door opened twenty minutes later and a completely naked and worn out Jayson walked into the cabin, she didn’t even move. Nor did she move when he climbed into the bed with her.
It wasn’t until the man pulled her into his arms did she wake up enough to roll over and place her head on his chest before letting out a little sigh as the fresh scent of Christmas trees filled her nostrils once again, quickly lulling her back to sleep, surrounded by warmth and comfort.
Chapter Two
As Callie slowly started waking up, she noticed three things. The first being how warm she was. The second was the fact her pillow was thumping in her ear, which was weird, and the third thing was the fact there was something very hard poking into stomach.
What the hell? she thought as she opened her eyes to find out her pillow wasn’t really a pillow but Jason’s naked chest. Licking her lips as she thought about how it would feel to lick and suck on his pierced nipples.
Unable to fight herself any longer, Callie slowly leaned forward to run her tongue over the barbell and nipple until she closed her mouth around that nub to suck it. Flicking her eyes up to see if she had woken Jayson up yet, only to grin when she felt his long hard and what felt like a very thick cock start pulsating against her.
Callie pushing up on her knees so she could rock against that throbbing member as her lust picked back up from yesterday. Switching to his other nipple while moving her knees to the outside of his hips, she was able to feeling his naked cock rubbing against her still clothed pussy.
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etting out a moan, she bit down on his nipple before tugging on the metal that was sticking out of the bit of flesh. Tugging and pulling on one before switching to the other again repeating the action never letting her hips to stop from rocking and rolling, wishing she wasn’t still wearing his sweat pants.
Groaning with pleasure as she felt him grab ahold of her hips and start pushing his hips up into her each time she pushed her hips down. Next he started pushing her shirt up while rubbing up and down her back and then around to rub her soft stomach. Feeling him start tugging on the shirt as if he was trying to take it off her, Callie released the sweet nipple that she had been torturing to let him
As Callie flipped her head to the side to fling her long red hair back, she felt the material of her shirt rising up over her head before trapping her arms behind her, leaving her feeling trapped and helpless with her arms twined by his control.
Whimpering low in her throat, she tried to free her hands from their temporary bind, unable to do anything but writhe and wiggle in Jayson’s lap. Feeling him run his hands up and down her naked torso, occasionally he stopped to tweak and tug on her nipples as she had done to him.
Knowing her pussy was gushing its sweet fluid and soaking her pants, Callie moaned as she felt Jayson lift her huge breasts and lean forward enough to suck first one nipple deep into his mouth before letting go with a pop only to suck the other in as he started to nibble and chew.
Callie relished the feeling of her breast drop and pop out of his mouth as he let them go so he could stroke up over her shoulders before lightly rubbing his fingers along the column of her throat. Opening her eyes to look into his, she felt Jayson’s nails elongate against her flesh and she couldn’t contain her gasp of shock and a little fear as his eyes were glowing the strangest yellow color that she had ever seen.
It wasn’t until Jayson moved his hand down to the spot where her neck and shoulders met, did Callie cry out in fear and pain as his nails broke through her skin, holding her pressed down onto his cock.
Unable to look away as he leaned forward, opening his mouth to show his longer than normal canine teeth that looked just like fangs. It was when she felt his rough tongue lick from the tip of her breast up to where his big paws were that Callie feared the worst was about to happen to her.
The last thought to flash through her mind before her eyes rolled to the back of her head was—why?
*****
Jerking wide awake and gasping for air, she started running her hands along the base of her neck. Jumping out of the bed, she ran into the bathroom so she could see for herself that it was just a dream.
“Wow. Talk about feeling real,” Callie whispered to her reflection. Walking out, she found the fire almost out and Jayson gone. The only good note was it seemed by she had slept, the power had come back on. “Did he ever come back last night?”
Feeling her stomach rumble once again with hunger but not wanting the fire to go completely out, Callie first made her way to the fireplace to stoke it. She moved to load it with the last of the wood in the box before heading into the kitchen to see what she could make for breakfast.
Pulling out the fresh veggies and eggs to make herself an omelet, Callie found herself hoping Jayson was alright and that he would be back soon because even though she had just met the man, she missed his company and the smell that always seemed to cling to him. As she thought about his smell, it was as if a switch was flipped and she was once again hornier than hell and ready to shove the man down so she could stuff his big cock in her twitching twat.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” Callie asked aloud as she shook her head to clear away all the nasty, dirty, kinky thoughts.
Callie found the butcher knife and went to work cutting up the vegetables, tossing them into the pan as she went while starting to hum random Christmas carols. It wasn’t until her omelet was done cooking that Callie was singing every Christmas song she knew.
She couldn’t believe how good she felt. It was amazing really. The longer she sang and danced around the kitchen to the tempo that she set, the more her depression and sadness that had been hanging over her head just seemed to disappear to leave her feeling happy and free.
Finding her thoughts going back to the dream and in turn Jayson, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be loved by a man like him. He was so strong looking and his eyes were the perfect green color. Thinking of his eyes, Callie thought about how in the dream they had been yellow instead of his normal green. When she had looked up into his eyes, it was as if there was something else staring at her from those deep depths. Her last memory of the dream was passing out.
Callie turned her thoughts to trying to find something else to think about other than Jayson, his eyes, and even the dream. She knew the only thing that would end up happening would be her sitting in the middle of that big bed with her hand buried between her legs, wishing and drooling for his big cock if the dream was anything to go by.
“Damn it. Why can’t I stop thinking about that damn dream?” Callie asked herself as she pushed away from the table to go clean up her breakfast mess. "I wonder if his nails in the dream were something to do with the reason why his eyes were yellow. Dude, it was a freaking dream. It wasn’t real, quit thinking about it. His eyes don’t turn yellow and his nails don’t grow into pointy claws."
Growling with irritation at herself as she continued to all but obsess over the dream, the fact Jayson was still gone and she had absolutely no clue where she was or even where her clothes and shoes were. So even if she wanted to leave she couldn’t.
Walking away from the kitchen to put more wood in the fire, Callie found herself staring at the tree that was lit up with lights and ornaments. Closing her eyes, she thought back to when she was fourteen and her family was all together, happy and healthy.
They had a tree like this one but one thing they had that this tree didn’t was a popcorn strand that she and all her cousins made together on Christmas Eve, laughing and throwing popcorn at each other the whole time. She couldn’t help but miss everyone. It had been years since they had all seen one another, let alone talked to each other even over the phone.
“I think next year my resolution will be getting in touch with my cousins and try to start building those relationships again.”
Thinking about her family made her think about her mom whom she missed more and more every day. Smiling, she remembered the last Christmas she had spent with her mom when she was sixteen. That Christmas Eve they went out horseback riding in the snow, laughing at each other as they tried catching snowflakes on their tongues.
When they had returned the horses to the barn, they proceeded to build a snowman before making snow angels. Callie could remember the shock that she felt when the snowball came flying out of nowhere only to hit her in the face and the way her mom laughed. One of those deep, gut clinching, contagious laughs that she had to join in on.
Jerking around to stare at the back door as she heard someone knocking. Unsure who it would be as she didn’t believe Jayson would feel as if he had to knock before coming into his own home, Callie could only find herself watching as the door knob started to twist and the door swung open.
“Hello?” a soft woman’s voice called out. “Jayson? Darling, are you here?”
Moving toward the door, Callie couldn’t help but wonder just who this woman was. Watching the tall woman walk into the cabin, Callie almost felt a little envious of her because here was this tall, thin, super model look-a-like walking into Jayson’s house calling him darling and here she was shorter, plumper, and not calling him anything except missing.
“Who are you?” the woman asked with a sneer as she looked Callie up and down in contempt. “And why are you wearing his clothes?”
“I’m Callie and it was either be naked or wear his clothes. Figured it’d probably be warmer with his clothes on.”
“Oh yeah? I can see why he would want you to have clothes on anyways. Where is Jayson?”
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bsp; “Obviously he’s not here, so maybe you should just come back another time.” Watching as an evil smile spread across the woman’s face, Callie’s started to feel scared at what could be going through the woman’s head and what was about to happen.
Callie began backing up as the woman started advancing toward her while stripping her coat off to lay over the back of the couch to show off her skimpy, barely-there blood-red dress that showed off more skin than it hid.
Trying to keep from showing how scared she was becoming, she could feel her heart start to race and her palms start to sweat, but what really scared her was when the woman’s eyes started to change from the dark brown almost black eyes to a bright yellow.
Flashing back to the dream when Jayson’s eyes had changed, left her wondering if it really was a dream or if she was dreaming right now. Feeling her back hit the door, she watched as brown fur started sprouting up and down the woman’s body.
“You should run now.” Hearing the growl in her voice as she dropped to her hands and knees as her body started morphing into some type of animal before she snarled, “Jayson is mine and will always be mine. You can’t have him.”
Gripping the doorknob in her hand and quickly opening it and running through only to slam the door behind her, hoping that it would stop the crazy woman as Callie took off through the woods, running for dear life. Hearing the sound of a bear’s roar echo through the woods around her, Callie could only pray and run faster as she felt the stinging of the cold, hard snow on her bare feet.
Callie wasn’t sure where she was or even how long she had been running but she knew she was still being chased. Part of her started to feel as if the crazy chick was playing with her because every once in a while she would catch a flash of brown running alongside with her then it would be gone only to show up again on the other side.
Starting to get tired and confused, Callie didn’t see the log that was lying across her path until it was too late and she was flying over it to sprawl out into the snow face first. Quickly pushing herself to her knees, she watched a big brown bear come stalking toward her.
