“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 wrapped 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.
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br /> “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.
I had never seen a man literally treat me like I had a plague when I told him I was a virgin. The people that found out seemed desperate to be the ones to own the privilege of deflowering me. Granted, most of them were my age and didn’t have a few years on me like Shane had. I felt unwanted and confused as we sat down in the living room. We watched television in silence until it was lunch time. I sat down in my chair, feeling rather angry as more time passed and he casually made lunch like it was nothing, sipping his drink as he sliced up some meat and vegetables.
Not even conversation? Wow.
Part of me wished I hadn’t said anything at all. My emotions were in turmoil. I wanted him, but I didn’t want to just get bent over in the living room for his pleasure. I wanted more than a bend-her-over-and-fuck-her experience. The dancing was nice and if he had pushed me towards the bedroom, I would have probably already had him inside of me by that point. I wanted privacy more than I ever had before, but the cabin was madness. I couldn’t even go outside. The wind had picked up and snow was falling again. I really was a prisoner and the warden didn’t even want me.
Chapter 6: Shane
A virgin? What the fuck.
My beautiful blonde goddess was untouched. She had never felt a man’s cock inside of her. I hadn’t even really considered that possibility. It didn’t change my desire for her, but it made the situation a little different. The primal feeling of protective possessiveness was starting to amplify as the news rolled around in my head.
Can I really take a virgin into my bed and let her walk away?
Her confession of virginity made me more aware of our age difference and the different point we were in our lives. A woman for me was nothing more than a fuck, especially after not having one for six years, but what happened between us would mean a lot more to her if we went over that line.
God damn it—I want her so bad.
I had been so determined to live in solitude that I never considered sharing the cabin with anyone else. Heather toyed with that mentality and made me question it. I stood alone in the kitchen, making dinner and continuing to ponder what she said. In a way, she was right—if I would have rescued someone who wasn’t a virgin, it would have been a lot simpler to get what I wanted and send her on her way when the storm passed. Unfortunately, there was no going back. I had rescued Heather, and I still wanted her, even if it was complicated as hell.
“Lunch is ready.” I topped a steak with vegetables and put the plate down where she sat the last time we ate.
“Thanks.” There was a difference in her tone that I picked up on as she sat down and started to saw through the slab of meat.
“Like this.” I held up my knife. “Cut at an angle, just like this. Make one quick cut and then saw if it doesn’t go all the way through.”
“Great.” She repeated the motion and still had to saw, but it was a lot faster. “What did you learn while you were lost, Heather? I learned how to cut meat. It’s a valuable life skill.”
“Are you mad?” I looked into her eyes. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” She shook her head and made another cut. “I’m fine.”
Oh shit, not the dreaded “I’m fine”—that always means things are far from fine.
“Now you just sound like a brat.” I glared at her with my face twisting to a scowl. “If you want to talk about something, let’s talk like adults.”
“Whatever.” She pushed her plate away. “I’m done.”
“You need to eat something.” I pushed the plate back over. “Don’t waste food. You’ll be hungry before dinner if you don’t eat this.”
“Fuck you.” She slid off her stool. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. It’s bad enough I’m stuck here until the storm breaks.”
“You disrespectful little…” I stood up and looked down at her face which was had turned red with a bit of boiling anger. “We can discuss this like adults.”
“Adult this.” She grabbed her plate and threw it on the floor. It immediately shattered and food went everywhere. “Is that adult enough for you? Sorry, I guess I’m just a brat.”
“You want to act like a little brat, I’ll treat you like one.” I grabbed her arm and walked to my chair, pulling her across my knee as I took a seat.
“Hey! What are you doing!?” She started kicking her feet.
“You want to throw a temper tantrum? I’ll give you something to be mad about.” I yanked her yoga pants down, along with her panties, exposing her beautiful bare ass.
“Stop it!” She threw an arm back and I grabbed it firmly with my left hand, pinning it to the small of her back. I lifted my right hand and brought it down firmly in the center of her bottom.
“Ow! You can’t spank me!” She argued and struggled against my grasp.
“I’m not just going to spank you, Heather.” My words were firm, but without any hint of real anger. “I’m going to wear your ass out.”
I brought my hand down a little harder in the center of her ass, seeing an outline of my hand when I pulled it back. The next few minutes were filled with squealing and fighting as I gave her beautiful white ass a well-spanked red glow. I felt like she needed a reset button and she was totally off the rails with her attitude and her behavior. I had never actually spanked anyone before, but I got my fair share growing up so I had a good idea what it was supposed to be like.
I bet you won’t act like a brat after I’m done with you.
I always liked giving a few playful smacks here and there during foreplay, but actual discipline was a little outside of my normal demeanor. Heather had gone from intriguing to frustrating to full on brat in a matter of minutes. She had to understand I wasn’t going to put up with that shit.
If there was no storm, I would have sent her straight home, but there was little else I could do. I wasn’t going to throw her out into the snow to freeze to death, but I wasn’t just going to let her break all my shit because she wanted to have a tantrum over the way I reacted to her virginity. I probably overreacted and I could own that, but what she did was completely inexcusable. Once I heard her anger turn to apologies, I slowe
d down my hand and finally stopped. She clung to my leg for a moment, tears running down her face.
“I’m really sorry…” Her words came out with a slight sob and they were followed with more tears.
“What the hell got into you?” I sat her on my lap with her ass hanging off the edge of my jeans.
“I don’t know. It was stupid.” She rubbed the tears out of her eyes. “I was enjoying what we were doing, I just wasn’t prepared for sex so fast—I thought there would be romance. I didn’t realize it would turn you away. Most of the time it just makes guys try harder.”
“I just needed a damn minute to process it, Heather.” I held her head against my shoulder. “I don’t give a damn if you’re a virgin or not, I still plan to fuck you.”
“Prove it.” She pulled her head away and looked into my eyes.
Prove it? Oh, I’ll prove it.
I didn’t need an invitation, but it was the most open one she could ever give. I wrapped a hand around her hair and pulled her close, planting a kiss on her lips. I wanted her and I was going to have her. I might have hesitated when I found out she was a virgin, but I wasn’t hesitating anymore. I ran my tongue between her lips and ravaged her mouth with the force of my kiss. I wanted it to be very clear that I wanted her—and that I was going to have her. Her lips tasted sweet, and the way they formed a perfect seal with mine made it difficult to break from them.
She’s just straight fire in my mouth.
I caressed her back, pulling her shirt off as our lips continued to move against each other in harmony. I could feel timidness in her touch and taste the inexperience in her kiss, even if it was amazing. I would teach her to be better than she ever knew she could be. I reached around her back and removed her bra, pulling it free and tossing it on the floor.
So fucking gorgeous.
I lifted her up and started to kiss her breasts, letting my tongue drift down to her right nipple. It quickly got hard and tight underneath my swirling tongue. I wrapped the hand that wasn’t firmly twisted in her hair around her breast, squeezing it for a moment before sliding my hand down to her ass. It was warm to the touch from her spanking and she winced a little bit from my touch. I gave it a squeeze anyway and then ran my fingers up her back. My lips moved to her left breast and she let out a long sigh of pleasure.
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