My possessive nature was already starting to really kick in. I hadn’t felt that way about any other woman except the one I married. The hardest part would be just letting her get back in that red sedan and drive away once the storm passed. I hoped the lust and desire I was feeling would pass once I was able to finally fuck her. I really didn’t want to get involved with anyone, I just needed to get my dick wet.
I finished cleaning up enough for it to be presentable again and walked into the bedroom. She was already in bed with the covers pulled up tight, but her eyes were open. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I could see a bit of interest in her sparkling green orbs when she saw it come off.
That’s right baby. You’ve never seen a man like me.
I removed my pants and stood there in my boxers, turning away to put them in the hamper with my shirt. She didn’t take her eyes off me as I walked around the bed and pulled back my side of the covers. I stretched once to let her see the outline of my cock against my boxers before I put a knee on the bed. If she wanted to stare, I’d give her something to look at.
Eye-fuck me all you want right now—you’ll get the real thing soon enough.
“You don’t wear pajamas?” She watched as I started to climb into bed.
“Normally I go to bed naked, but I figured I should keep my boxers on tonight.” I slid under the covers and lifted her side to see what she was wearing. “You’re one to talk.”
“I’m wearing a nightgown.” She replied harshly.
“Yeah, what’s underneath it?” I reached over and grabbed the edge.
“Stop it!” She smacked my hand.
Mmm. Foreplay.
“That’s going to cost you.” I slid over and grabbed her hip, rolling her towards me so I could smack her ass through the gown.
“Okay, I’m sorry!” She squealed and turned her ass away from me.
“See, you aren’t wearing pajamas either.” I pulled the edge of her nightgown up. “I’m not even sure I’d call those panties. I hope you didn’t pay full price for that strip of fabric.”
“My panties are none of your concern.” She pushed her nightgown back to her knees. “Go back to your side of the bed like you promised!”
“Good night, Heather.” I planted a quick kiss on her forehead and laughed as I turned over to face the wall.
She will be mine.
I could have probably had her right there if I pushed for it, but anticipation was part of the fun. It would make the inevitable a lot more pleasurable if she was burning with desire for me before she even saw my cock. I felt like I could easily seduce her; I could play the hero card, I could tell her she owed me, I could say a million things that would make her reluctantly remove her panties so I could do what I wanted, but that wasn’t how I wanted it. I needed it to be real.
I wanted her to be invested in the experience—I wanted to feel enthusiastic lips around my cock instead of a reluctant girl swallowing my cock because she thought she owed me one for saving her life. We could have a lot of fun with the little bit of time we had together if the desire was mutual. I needed a few hours of sleep anyway.
I closed my eyes and I could tell I wasn’t going to be lying awake at all. I was so exhausted I didn’t even need the radio going to knock me out for once. I doubted I would sleep for long. The sun would be up soon and even if there were clouds covering the sky, there would still be too much light for me to keep my eyes closed.
Chapter 5: Heather
When my eyes opened, the only thing on my mind was Shane Black. I knew there was no way I had frostbite and I knew he was just using it as an excuse to get me out of my clothes, but there was a part of me that wanted him to see me naked.
I’m a virgin acting like I know what the hell I’m doing, but I’m in way over my head.
There was a part of me that wanted to do a whole lot more than just sleep beside him. What the hell was wrong with me? I had known the man less than a day I was already taking off my panties for him. The furthest I’d ever gone with a man was a hand job from a guy that made me cum with his finger.
I decided to just blame it on the wine, the emotional trauma of being lost in the snow, and the whiskey he gave me when we got to his cabin—it was good to have scapegoats. Perhaps my inner damsel-in-distress was just trying to reward her hero, but that wasn’t me. I was supposed to be the good kid. My sister was the promiscuous girl who went home with random strangers she met—that definitely wasn’t me.
Good girl. You’re a good girl, even if you want him so bad your pussy is wet just thinking about his eyes on you.
“You’re finally awake?” I heard Shane’s voice in the other room. “There’s coffee and breakfast if you want some.”
“Thank you. I’m definitely hungry now and coffee sounds amazing.” I crawled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
I was struggling with the lack of privacy in the cabin. It clearly wasn’t designed for guests. There wasn’t even a door on the bathroom. The entire cabin was open with a bar separating the kitchen from the dining room and a wall separating the bedroom from the living room. It was perfect for one person, or a couple that didn’t mind if someone watched them pee.
The bathroom was just a box against one of the walls. It had the necessities, but I wasn’t sure I could spend very long in such a strange environment. I walked to the kitchen and poured coffee into a mug that was waiting. I wasn’t sure what kind of caveman monstrosity he had cooked, but I was so hungry that I didn’t care—I just hoped he didn’t turn an animal I liked into breakfast sausage.
Please don’t be Bambi.
I bit into the end of the sausage link and realized it wasn’t bought at a store. I recognized the wild taste from when my grandfather used to cook us things he brought home from his hunts. It had so much butter soaked into it that I thought I was going to be on medication for high cholesterol by the time I was done, but it tasted amazing.
Shane showered while I was eating, making no effort to hide his half naked body as he headed towards the bathroom. I had been a little taken aback the night before, but I was starting to mind it less and less.
Damn he’s hot. I guess turnabout is fair play.
I walked towards the edge of the kitchen and peeked around the corner. There was something extremely desirable about Shane, even if he didn’t have a chiseled celebrity frame. He was the very definition of a real man. Every muscle in his body was built with purpose and hardened from actual labor. He didn’t have the inflated frame from lifting weights at the right angle to work muscles nobody ever used in the real world.
His shoulders were broad and his chest was thick, like a bulging mountain of muscles on his frame. I hadn’t gotten a chance to see him very well in the darkened room the night before and I was more caught up in shock than anything else. I had to catch my breath when he peeled off his towel and reached for a pair of clean boxers. He had a butt that was round on each side, tight with muscles, and resting comfortably on top of some very well-defined thighs. They were even more muscular than the rest of his body. I had never seen a man built like that in real life—he was straight out of a magazine or a movie.
That’s now the first card in my scrolling list of sexy men ready to pillage me.
When he went for a shirt and slipped it on, I retreated to the kitchen as quietly as I could. A couple of minutes later he walked around the corner, fully dressed except for his boots. I grabbed the pot of coffee and aimlessly refilled my cup.
“It looks like the worst of the storm is over.” I tried to make small talk, hoping he didn’t know I was literally gawking at him moments before.
“The first wave is over, yeah. We’ll get hit again tonight.” He picked up his coffee cup and sipped it.
“Seriously? How do you know?” I asked.
“Come with me.” He walked to the window and pointed up into the sky. “You see those clouds over there?”
“Yeah?” I replied with a half-question, half-statement.
“My friends said it was supposed to be over by this morning...” I sighed.
“Yeah, they got their news from the weatherman. You can’t always trust what the radar says when you’re dealing with a storm in Wolf Creek. My grandfather used to say the atmosphere here was just different. I didn’t know what he meant back then, but after living here for a while, I can smell it in the air.” He walked back to the kitchen counter and sat down on one of the stools.
A hero and a weatherman; how delightfully delicious.
“So, what’s your story anyway, Mr. Shane Black?” I asked. “Why do you live in a log cabin?”
“What kind of question is that?” He asked.
“I mean, do you have a job? Do you live here part-time? Are you just having some kind of mid-life crisis?” I sat down on the stool next to him.
Well, he’s not that old, but I guess it fits.
“You ask a lot of questions, Heather. No, I don’t have a job. I don’t need a job. I have everything I need right here. This is my home, not somewhere I go on vacation. As for a mid-life crisis? Who doesn’t have one from time to time?” He sipped his coffee and shrugged.
Well that revealed...nothing.
“I see...” I nodded, taking in the information.
“How about you? Do you have a job? Do you live in a red sedan buried in the snow or do you just vacation there? Are you just having some sort of mid-life crisis?” He mocked me in a tone that was a cartoon version of my own.
“Fine, I get it. I do ask a lot of questions.” I sighed. “I’m a student. Some of my friends rented a cabin for winter break and I was headed there for a party. Obviously, I’m having a very bad mid-life crisis.”
“You left out the part where you’re also very bad with directions.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Come on...” I shook my head. “It isn’t my fault you live in the stone ages where the Internet hasn’t been invented yet!”
“We have road signs. You can buy a map at every gas station you pass. That’s how people navigated back in the olden days before you were born.” He sipped his coffee again.
“Oh, you mean when you were my age?” I wrinkled my nose at him.
“Ouch...” He shook his head. “I’m not that old, jeez.”
“So, what do you do for fun around here?” I looked around the cabin. “When you’re not saving girls that nearly freeze to death in their cars...”
“Well, I have a nice library. The television works. The radio works, lucky for you because that is where I heard you were missing. Honestly, I don’t have much need for fun. There’s always something to do between hunting, fishing, tending to my garden, and keeping this place standing.” He nodded and motioned to the cabin.
“Most of those aren’t really doable now, considering the blizzard.” I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows. “I mean, we could read...I guess.”
“Oh, you mean a day like today?” He slid off his barstool. “No, there ain’t shit to do today—except get drunk.”
“I’ve never been a whiskey girl, but it’s growing on me.” A smile spread across my face.
The coffee had barely settled into my stomach when it was joined by a generous gulp of whiskey. It didn’t taste nearly as bad as it did the night before, but it still burned my throat. After my first glass, I decided to take it slow, but the buzz was already starting to create the kind of thoughts I really didn’t need to have with a man like Shane so close to me.
Breathe. Just breathe.
I walked over and checked my phone, but even though it was fully charged, I had the same blank bars I had when I was trapped in my car. Shane turned on the radio and walked up behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t a song I loved, but it was a nice melody. Shane took my hand and lead me to an open area in the middle of the cabin.
What the heck is he doing. Are we going to dance?
The tough man who looked like he could punch a hole straight through the log cabin wall suddenly broke out some dance moves that looked like they were out of a movie. It was sensual and sweet, with his hips moving like they were guided by magic when he pushed up against me.
I was raised on hip hop, which didn’t have a lot of great technique to the moves, so I couldn’t keep up very well, but he guided me through the steps. I felt like a ballroom dancer, and when he spun me around to pull me close, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
This is...this is bad. Oh God, he’s an amazing dancer.
I couldn’t help but be impressed. The song ended and the station went to commercials, which ended our attempt at creating our own version of Dirty Dancing. I left his embrace and picked up my drink, lifting it to my lips for another generous gulp of the whiskey. Shane picked up his drink and took a seat on the stool he was previously occupying.
“So you like to dance?” I sat down beside him again, lifting my glass to my lips.
“I enjoy a few nice things.” He looked over at me. “When I have the right partner.”
Wow.
That sent a tingle through my body.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I ran my finger down his arm and took his glass in my hand. “You need a refill.”
“I need something.” His eyes reflected a hint of desire and I knew it was the same thing I was feeling.
I refilled our drinks and walked back over to him. He let his finger graze my hand when he took the glass, holding it for a moment before he finally lifted the whiskey to his lips. His eyes were locked on me and they were more intoxicating than the whiskey. He finally broke the gaze and slid off the stool.
“My family used to own all of the land on the mountain. Everything west of Wolf Creek used to belong to someone with the last name Black.” He looked out the window at the snow.
Well that is one way to change the direction of the conversation when it is getting good.
“What happened?” I walked over and stood beside him.
“Divorces, mostly.” He chuckled. “My great-grandfather loved women and they loved to get a piece of his land when he was done with them.”
“Too bad they didn’t have prenuptial agreements back then.” I shrugged as I sipped my whiskey.
“Yeah, needless to say the women didn’t care much about keeping the land in the family. They sold it off when the offers were right and tourism took over.” He took another drink. “His divorces probably saved Wolf Creek, because if it wasn’t for the tourists, everything would be shut down.”
“But you got your spot?” I pointed around the room.
“I own a lot of land up here; land that I’ll never see.” He shrugged. “I have a good barrier between myself and the tourists.”
“Let’s dance again.” The music started back up with a song that I liked and I took his hand.
“I don’t really know this one.” He watched as I started to move around the floor.
“It’s a club song.” I moved back to him and gave my imitation of a twerk.
“Do I just stand here and watch?” He tilted his head and stared at my butt as I tried to shake it.
“Sorry, you probably have no idea about this stuff.” I moved closer and slide my butt against his leg.
“I definitely do not.” He laughed. “I like it though. I should learn. I’m not sure I can shake my ass like that though.”
He reached down and put his hands on my hips, grinding against my body as I slowed down my movements. I really had no idea how to actually dance like the girls at the club, but I had watched enough music videos to get a terrible imitation of their shake down. The song ended and I started walking back towards my drink.
“Running away so soon?” He took a step forward and reached for my hand.
“Well I can’t run very far.” I turned back towards him. “We’re in a wooden box.”
“Yeah.” He pulled me close and wrap
ped an arm around my back. “You’re pretty much my prisoner.”
“Is that so?” I looked into his eyes and grinned as he held me close.
“It is.” He replied. “You know what they say about prison...”
“Find the biggest and baddest guy there—kick his ass on the first day?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No...” He said with a smile and spun me around. “Don’t drop the soap.” He put a hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip. He bent me over with very little effort, keeping me tight against his hips.
“Okay, I don’t think I like prison anymore!” I laughed as he held onto me—I was getting turned on, but it was dangerously close to getting out of hand.
“This is the best part.” He slid a hand into my yoga pants and started to pull them down.
Oh God—No, I can’t do this.
“Wait!” I grabbed my yoga pants and held them around my hips. “I like you, I really do, but I’m a virgin.”
“You’re a what?!” He let go of me instantly and recoiled slightly, a look of horror on his face.
He hates me. Great.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have led you on.” I stood up and grimaced. “I thought I was going to just let it happen, but I’m not sure I can do that.”
“Forgive me if I don’t quite understand, but you’re gorgeous. How did you survive high school or a single party in college without losing your cherry?” He took a step back.
“Well, my parents were strict so dating in high school was pretty much out of the question. Don’t get me wrong, I fooled around, but I think my dates were more terrified of my father than I was.” I shrugged. “As for college? I just really haven’t had time for a relationship.”
“That’s fucking nuts.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“I’m sorry you didn’t rescue someone who was ready to put out.” I walked over and picked up my drink.
Well, that moment is ruined. Now I get to spend the time locked in a wooden box with someone who hates me.
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