“Good morning!” I stand by two plates of food and a mini buffet of eggs, bacon, and biscuits. “I wanted to say thank you for taking me in since that blizzard hit early.”
I glance outside and shudder at the thought of being caught out there. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t. All I wanted to do was secure my cabin so that I could hunker down from not just the storm, but my family too.
A month of hiding is gonna have to work. After the month was up, I was going to move on. Plus, that’ll give me enough time to hunt for another place to live. Perhaps even a permanent one…away from my family.
Lucas marches over to me with his gaze locked on my body. I'm wearing his clothes as pajamas since he ran to the store and bought me more… appropriate things to wear. A part of me was wishing that he'd come back with something kinky—mini skirts and barely there tops—but to my relief and disappointment, he didn't. Was he trying to debunk his bad boy reputation or something?
Lucas sits down at the table and grunts. “So you can cook.” He stares at the food and picks up a piece of bacon. He drops it into his mouth and makes small pleasant noises.
“I’m guessing you can too with all the food and utensils you have stashed everywhere.” I sit across from him on his granite island that’s doubling as a table for breakfast. My body is still sore, but I can manage to move around better now.
“Surprised you navigated that mess of a fridge.” Lucas begins to go in for the kill on the food.
“Don’t worry, I’m used to messes.” Unfortunately, that’s true with way too many things in my life recently. Messes, everywhere.
I can’t escape them. Now I’m in a bigger mess with a big man. And I can’t get past the thought of the size he’s packing in those boxers.
Lucas wolfs down the rest of his meal and scarfs down the orange juice I poured for him. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stands up and stretches.
“I’ll be out chopping some more wood. There’s another snow storm headed our way and I want to make sure we don’t freeze our asses off.”
“Can’t you stand the cold? You know, in your other form?” I blurt before I could stop myself.
He grins. “I could, but I’m not in my wolf form, am I?”
I guess he’s hellbent on not showing me his shifter side.
“No.”
“Well, then, I’m trying to keep both of us warm,” he states. “So, wood chopping, I go.”
I perk up, seeing something useful I can do to. Maybe it can even help me keep my mind off of Lucas's cock. “Okay. Need some help?”
Why is a billionaire up here in the woods all secluded? Is it for the same reasons as mine? No, no one can force a man like him to marry someone he doesn’t want to.
“No. I don’t need you hacking off an arm or a leg.”
6
Claire
The blade of the axe glints in the harsh winter light of the sun as he swings it up and hammers it down onto a small chunk of wood. He splits through it like butter. Incredible. I sit here, clinging to the door frame in the back, watching him in awe. He's so dominant in many ways than one.
His backyard is already shoveled from the snow dump of last night. In fact, there’s a nice little portion for me to go out and stretch on. The icy smell of fresh air lures me out, and I begin to make my descent down the small steps that lead into the yard.
My mind is in the clouds and quickly gets dragged down when I step on one of the steps. I hiss as the pain from my injury leeches up my leg to the rest of my body.
Great, I'm not even thinking. The rest of my body gives out, and I tumble down the extra three steps and land on the cold ground. Lucas sees me and chucks his axe into a piece of wood to come get me.
His footsteps move the earth as he gets closer to me. The irritation is flaming in his eyes. He lifts me off the ground without saying a word and hauls me over his shoulder, giving my ass a nice juicy smack. The tingle goes straight to my pussy and I’m sure there’s going to be a wet spot in my panties when I take them off.
My face is hot while I try to feign anger. “Lucas!” I squirm in his grip, twisting and jerking.
Once inside he brings me to his room and throws me on the bed. I bounce a few times and sit up.
His gaze is stretched thin as he glares at me. “Why are you doing this? You’re tempting me. You can’t tempt men like me. We get what we want.”
He starts to crawl onto the bed and over me. I’m speechless, but my body is screaming for him.
“I was only—ah—stretching!”
Lucas is over me fully, the power of his body is overwhelming. He turns me on my stomach and digs his pressing erection between my ass cheeks. I try to stifle a moan of pleasure, but it erupts as a surprised gasp.
“You’re pressing so hard.” I grab handfuls of his sheets into my fists, pushing my ass back to mold with his cock.
“And you like it, don’t you?” he asks.
“Um…God…” I moan again as he kneads my ass cheeks.
Lucas snakes a hand down to my panties and his fingers slip into my wet entrance. The sensation zings through my body and I slowly spiral out of control. God, if his finger feels this good, what will his cock do to me?
“Ah!” I squirm as he flicks at my clit and runs his finger along the seam of my pussy.
Digging his erection firmer against my ass, I let out a heated moan that screams, ‘fuck me, please, I can’t wait any longer.’ Though, to be honest, I am worried about the whole cherry popping thing. I know it’ll happen one day. I want it to happen, especially if it’s with a man like Lucas.
“So soft and eager, I bet you can bend all kinds of ways.” Lucas withdraws his hand and takes a loud sniff. Do men really like the smell of wet pussy? How raunchy.
I spread my legs further apart on the bed, hoping he touches me again.
“It’s day one of our agreement and you want to fuck already?”
Lucas flips me over and pins my hands over my head. Taking his free hand, he lifts up my shirt to expose my hard nipples and jiggling breasts.
“I don’t see you saying no.” He pauses, waiting for me to deny him. I don’t want to. “Thought so…” He lets go of my wrists and tears my shirt off and flings it across the room.
“My shirt!” My hands go to cover my breasts, but he takes notice and pulls them apart.
“See these? This is what the body looks like when it wants to be fucked.”
“Come on, give me a break. It’s cold in here.”
Lucas stands, digs at his pants, and takes them off along with his boxers. His cock stands tall, defying gravity with an angry red hue and a moistened shaft. He's leaking and ready to fuck me to the fullest. To think my first time was going to be with someone I don't want to marry in the first place destroys me.
But this moment fixed all of that. The seat of my panties are soaked.
This man who took me in from the cold in the middle of the mountains is going to strip me of my V-card. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. I know he knows what to do with his thick cock. I can see the hungry, determined look in his eyes.
“Pussies don’t get wet over the cold,” he growls.
He crawls back onto the bed, his cock bouncing side to side with a generous size of a ball sack swinging right behind it. The veins on that thing are almost scary.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?”
I must've hit a nerve. With another swift movement, my pants are ripped off, and I'm laying bare naked on his bed with his twitching cock aching to bury itself deep inside me. A man his size is going to tear me apart.
But I’d rather have that. I’d rather have this man right here. It feels right.
Lucas pauses and crawls off the bed.
What the fuck was he doing? He’s supposed to fuck me. I’m still a virgin, but I know how this works.
“Wait, what’re you doing?” I groaned.
“What does it look like? I can’t fuck you. I can’t do this right now.
” He runs off into his bathroom.
I look down at the floor where my clothes are sitting, damp from my fall in the snow. “Fine, at least give me another shirt,” I scream after him.
“Look through my drawers!” he called out.
He doesn’t even hide what he’s doing in the bathroom. I can hear the grunts and moans from the open door. There’s no mistaking that he’s jerking off.
I licked my lips, wondering what he tasted like. I've never tasted cum before, but many of my girlfriends have reported being deep-throated. I want that too. I want Lucas's nine-inch cock down my throat. My pussy clenched with need. I want to fuck him and curse him at the same time.
Damn it.
7
Claire
The snow glitters everywhere I look. And in the midst of it all is Lucas, wielding the axe over his shoulder as he slices down and chops wood into pieces for his fireplace. I guess it takes his mind off of why he’s out here. Either he enjoys this solitude or what he’s running from is bad. Maybe it’s both. But my curiosity is getting to me.
I take a glance to the right and I see his porch jutting out. It’s screened-in and has an old wooden rocking chair and a not so old looking shotgun, polished and ready to be used.
Who doesn't have a gun up here these days? I guess even shifters need them, mainly out here in the wilderness. He said there were natural wolves out here. Bears, maybe even some stray foxes or cougars. I wonder just how much time he spent in his other form.
I stride over to the porch and eye the space out carefully.
My body is still healing and needs a good stretch. I’m still a gymnast even though I’m not competing right now, and that means I have to keep up my flexibility. All this cold weather and injury is sure to freeze me up if I don’t warm and loosen my muscles.
I hear the powerful chops Lucas makes as I spread my feet out and begin to bend side to side. The more I move, the more my muscles start to warm up.
Then I see him, in the back of my mind, keeping me warm through the blizzard. Lucas is wrapped around me, using his body heat to make sure I’m okay.
My thoughts almost go viral from there. But I stop, knowing that nothing can become of us.
He’s a shifter. He probably has a pack somewhere out there. He’s also filthy rich and owns companies. Lots of them. He’s some kind of investor. A well-known bachelor with a healthy social life. And who am I? Some ex-gymnast who injured her knee in a competition who nobody knows and who can be pawned off to the highest bidder?
I don’t want to become like my step-mom marrying a new man every few years. I want something real. Something raw.
I’m deep into my thoughts stretching and bending when the banging of the porch door jolts my focus. Lucas is standing there with snow all over his boots and an arm full of wood. He looks down at me with an un-approving look.
“What is it this time?” I frown and finish my stretches. The cold is getting to me still, and I pray to God that he doesn’t see my standing nipples.
"You're supposed to be inside, resting." He marches over to a corner of the porch and drops his arm full of wood onto the ground. A rush of pine and the scent of ice flares off of him. It matches him all the way. Such raw strength, such a demanding presence. Of course, a guy like him could be out there in the elements without flinching.
Lucas reaches down and picks me off the ground so he can haul me over his shoulder yet again.
“Is this going to be a routine between us? This whole mountain man lumberjack shoulder thing?” I ask, a giddy feeling in my gut. Okay, so I can’t be with him. But I can have fun flirting and enjoy the time I have left here.
"If you keep running around like a damn crazy woman." Lucas grunts and brings me into the main part of the house.
“That was just one time. You didn’t want me here at first, just admit it.”
For a moment, I take solace in the smell of his fresh laundry scent mixed with hard work and snow. Wow, is this what men of his type had to offer? Looks like I need to find one of them then. I wonder where the other guys in his pack lived.
“I’m a gymnast, you know. I can’t have my flexibility disappear while I’m healing.”
There’s a spark of light in his eyes when I mention that I’m a gymnast. I suppose he wants to know more, but I leave it at that.
“Then take a warm bath and lightly stretch in that. I can help you.” He dumps me into a soft brown leather recliner and looms over me. Help me? The only thing he can do to me in a warm bath is to stretch my virginity until it snaps. That’s what I want him to do. I want him to act like the animal he is and make me feel good. Oh so damn good. I know he has it in him.
I want him to act like the unrestrained playboy I’ve heard about and make me feel like the way he’s making me feel now, but ten times better. Like the way he made me feel yesterday when he pushed me down and dug his cock between my ass cheeks. I shudder, trying desperately to get the memories to stop. We are acting like it never happened, but my body can’t forget.
"Stay put. I'm going to get you something." His deep voice rattles me and makes my cheeks tingle. If this is what life is like being away from my sick stepmom, then I want all of it. I'll never return.
When Lucas is gone, I reach under my shirt to massage my frozen solid nipples. They’re so hard they’re throbbing to be touched, sucked, pinched, anything. I squeeze my thighs together as I fantasize about Lucas, and his rough perverted tongue flicking over them, his mouth sucking them.
Heavy footsteps get closer, and I'm forced to stop before he sees me playing with myself.
“Here.” He places a tub of water before my feet. “Put your feet in there.”
He opens up a carton of Epsom salt and dumps in the right portion. Why didn’t I think to ask him if he had any of this stuff? I could be doing long bath soaks in it to help my muscles recuperate. It’s not like I can call up my doctor or coach or anything. They don’t even know where I’m at.
I swallowed down my guilt just thinking about what lengths my step-mom has gone to try to find me. Even with her being sick, she can get almost anybody to do anything for her. I shove it all to the back of my mind because I don't want to think about that now.
As he mixes the salt with the water, I can smell the brine it creates. His hand bumps into my feet a few times, and under the water, it makes me ticklish.
Grabbing one of my feet, Lucas begins to massage it with all the right pressure. I don’t know what to do with myself now. I was going to make a big puddle on this leather chair if I didn’t stop looking at that delicious bulge centered at his crotch.
I’ve never seen a cock so big that it can’t be hidden…
I shiver everywhere and I try to concentrate on anything, but it’s not working. The only thing my mind can think about is how good it’d be to wrap my mouth around his thickness and suck it until he releases all over my face. I’ve never even done a blow job before, and here I am, thinking that if I could just get to his cock, I’d be the queen of giving head. I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately, so I think I have a handle on what men like.
“Enjoying the massage?”
That comes out more of a statement than a question and takes me off guard.
“Huh? Oh, um, yeah. Thanks, my feet were feeling very stiff.” My mind goes haywire after saying the word stiff, and I caution another look at his bulge.
God save me, I’m going to cause myself trouble. This big mature billionaire doesn’t want some young runaway. What about his image? He probably wasn’t even into human women all that much.
His hands move slower and I catch his eyes locked firmly on me. He drops my feet and disappears into his bedroom. I know without a doubt that he’s going to do that thing again. He’s going to jack off. Why won’t he just let me watch?
Damn it…
8
Lucas
I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. It’s supposed to be out of my system, but I can still feel her, taste her, and it won�
��t fade away. I keep telling myself that it’s all fucking temporary, that I’ll have to return to the stuffy ass life I’ve built for myself and resume my misery.
Yeah, I’m a billionaire, I make fuck-tons of money, but there’s no one to share it with. No one to go home to at night and curl up with, no one to fuck mercilessly and give my seed. Most of my pack mates are married now, committed to the love of their lives—for life. But not me. I’m still single, labeled as a rich bachelor. Nowadays, I can’t tell if chicks are after my cock or my cash. Probably both. I know I’m packing a big long stick and my bank account is growing by the second without me ever needing to lift a finger. The one person I found, Claire, can’t even stay. She’s like me. Running from the life that demands something from her that she doesn’t want to give. I wonder what it is.
She hasn’t told me what specifically, but I’ll get that out of her sooner than later.
All I have to do is take this one day at a time and keep myself outside chopping wood in the cold. When I know she’s sound asleep, I slip out to shift into my beast and run wild through the snow. This is what clears my mind. Then I come back inside with her none the wiser and see her lying asleep curled up under my blanket looking like an angel in disguise. I want to break her, ruin her for other men. For normal men. For men not like me.
The snow from the recent storm is just beginning to limp off of the young tree branches and melt off of the bushes. Instead of the icy scent of the air, I can now smell the rust of my axe as I wield it into the air and smash it back down. I aim too much attention on hitting the center, wanting to get things as humanly perfect as possible.
Thinking about Claire immediately makes my cock tick. Next thing I know I’m a leaking mess and feel my own pre-cum bead against my groin. I groan and grab at it, promising it more pussy when I’m done. Claire wants it as bad as I do.
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