by Lynne, Rosie
“Do you even have a signal?” Charlie asked. “Before my phone died, I could barely get anything.”
With great reluctance, Willis got out of bed. Charlie watched the muscles in his back and ass flex as he walked naked into the kitchen space and started going through drawers.
“Aha!” he cried. He held up a big brick of a phone. “Satellite phone,” he explained and started dialing.
She dug around in the blankets and off the side of the bed for her borrowed shirt and pants. And socks, she quickly decided, once she put her feet on the floor. While Willis filled in Bill on the events of the night before, Charlie stroked the fire back up to a roaring blaze.
She tipped her head back at him when Willis sat down next to her by the fire. “Well? What’s the verdict?” she asked.
He offered a tight-lipped smile. “No idea. Bill’s going to try and head out here as soon as he can, but since he has one of only four snow plows for several counties, it might be tomorrow at the earliest.” Charlie must have made an unimpressed face, because Willis quickly added, “We have food.”
She laughed. “I wasn’t too worried about that. And I’m not worried about the company, either,” she told him as she patted his knee. He leaned into her and kissed her shoulder. “More just the idea of being stuck, you know? And my family--” she paused. “Shit,” Charlie muttered. “I need to call my parents. They’re probably worried to death by now.”
Willis smiled at her. “Here, use the satellite phone. I’ll go have a fight with the generator. It’s more a one-man job, anyway.”
Charlie helped him into a few layers of long sleeves and heavy coat before tucking a bright orange beanie hat on his head. Willis grinned at her, all white teeth, before pulling her in close for a quick kiss...which turned into a longer kiss that made Charlie go so far as to lift one of her feet off the floor.
“Enough!” She told him as she pulled herself free. Willis laughed as he was pushed out the door. “Go save us from the cold while I call my mom!”
Charlie managed to shove the big man out the door and close it behind him. She watched him wade through the snow toward the side of the cabin where the generator was kept.
She sighed and punched her parents’ landline number into the big blocky phone. Hopefully they would pick up an unfamiliar number. It rang several times, making Charlie worry that their power was out as well, before her mother finally picked up.
“Hello?” Brenda asked tentatively into the phone.
“Hey, mama.”
“Oh, thank goodness! Bobby!” her mother called in the background to her dad, “it’s Charlotte! Baby, where are you? We’ve been calling your cell. Are you alright? Beth Anne was about to get Jeff to start digging out the pickup so they could go by Lynne’s house.”
Charlie smiled and let her mother’s thick southern drawl wash over her. “I’m fine, mama. I promise. I’m still at the tree farm.”
Her mother paused. “At the farm? Why in the world are you over there?”
“The car skidded off the road not far from the farm, and Willis came and got me out. We’re staying in the little cabin on the property. Willis is outside right now trying to get the gas generator started. We’ve got the fireplace and wood stove, but a little more power would be nice.”
“You and Willis?” her mother asked. “Are you alright? Is the car?”
“I’m fine, mama,” Charlie promised again. “And I think the car is fine. I managed to slide into a bit of a snow pack and couldn’t get free. We already called Bill Poole this morning--”
“Oh, he’ll get you out in a jiffy. He’s got that big tow truck and both his boys are home from college.”
Charlie laughed. “Yes, mama.”
“Well, we have power, somehow! The weatherman is saying we got almost an inch and half of ice before it turned into eight inches of snow. Can you believe that? Ice and snow, that much, down here! I don’t even remember the last time we had snow like this. Your dad doesn’t ever remember it being this cold and snowy. We’ve got the dogs in here with us and we’re thinking about when we’re supposed to shovel. I don’t even know how that--”
“Mama!” Charlie cut in. “Can you do me a favor and call Beth Anne? I don’t want her to worry and make Jeff go out. I’m fine. If, you know, a little stuck.”
“Of course, baby! But are you sure you and Willis are okay? Do you have food?”
“Yes, mama, we have food. Not a lot of variety, but we’ll be fine until Bill can come clear the drive and get us out.”
“Willis,” her mother hummed. “Such a nice boy. And so handsome!”
“Mama,” Charlie warned.
“Always so polite. Works so hard on the family business. And I ran into Jolie recently at the store, and she was telling me how annoyed she was at him for letting yet another Christmas pass with no girlfriend and no grandbabies--”
“Mama.”
“And he is such a looker, don’t you think?” Her mother asked with a giggle.
“Mama!”
“Oh, you’re thinking it,” her mother teased. “Do you want me to call Bill, too? Tell him to take all the time he needs to clear up the road--”
“I’m hanging up now. Say hi to daddy for me.”
“Did Willis come back in? Tell him--” Charlie heard before she stabbed the end button.
She couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Bless her mother and her never ending quest for more grandchildren. Beth Anne was already pregnant with twins, yet still she wanted more!
Determined to put her mother’s future marriage and baby plans out of her mind, Charlie set out to put together something for breakfast this morning. She was going through the drawers in the kitchen to find a knife or a good pair of scissors to help cut out the package of bacon she'd found in the freezer. They might not have eggs or any sort of bread for toast, but bacon alone would do.
She found, shoved in the back of one of the many junk drawers, a big box of condoms. She stared at it. On one hand, she had questions about why there was a giant box of condoms in this cabin that was rarely used. On the other hand, it was a giant box of condoms, and she was trapped with the hot guy she was rapidly realizing was going to be more than a couple of dates worth of fun.
She cooked up the bacon and covered it with a plate once it was done until Willis finished fighting with the gas. When he came in the front door again, smiling in triumph, he found her chewing a piece of bacon and the one-room cabin smelling of freshly cooked food.
“Yum,” he said, as he looked directly at Charlie.
She smiled at him. “So, one, we have bacon.”
“I see.” Willis shed his boots and coat before joining her at the kitchen counter. He wrapped her up in his arms then stole a bite of her bacon over her shoulder. Charlie laughed and tried to fend him off, but he chomped down on what was left of her slice. “Delicious,” he muttered and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek.
“Two,” she continued, as Willis dug under the plate for more bacon, “I found this.” She dropped the box of condoms on the counter.
Willis paused then picked up the box. He stared at it. “Where--?” He flipped the box over. “They’re still good.” He squinted at the air. “My cousin Leroy stayed here last year while he was on leave for about a month. That son of a bitch.”
“Yes,” Charlie said slowly. “How dare your cousin Leroy leave us a big box of condoms while we are snowed in together in this one room cabin. What ever shall we do?”
It took Willis a moment to catch on. She had to give it to him -- it was still very early in the morning after a long night of near death experiences and some heavy emotional lifting. She knew when he understood her, because he sucked in a breath and squeezed her close.
He snatched her up in a fireman’s hold and shoved the condoms into her hands. “Hang on to these!”
Laughing, Charlie said, “No, no, wait, the bacon!”
“Get some for me!” Willis held her still while she grabbed out two slices before hau
ling her over to the sofa bed and dumping her there without preamble. He grabbed the bacon from her hand with his teeth and chomped down half of it.
“Oh my god,” she cackled.
Willis kissed her neck and cheeks with sloppy bacon-flavored kisses as they both laughed. “Woman after my own heart,” he told her with a laugh.
“Sex and bacon, got it,” she agreed. Then she laughed harder as he tugged her sweatshirt over her head.
It was sweet, how much he spent time making sure she enjoyed herself. Any other boyfriend or lover might go through the motions of making sure she orgasmed, but Willis committed. He lovingly stroked and suckled each of her breasts before licking a path down her torso to her navel. He flicked his tongue there and tickled her sides, making her laugh. He smiled up at her, all honest and boyish, before slowly tugging down her sweatpants.
She wasn’t at her most sexy right now. She was borrowing his clothes and her hair was a mess from all the snow and salt, and letting it air dry against her pillow last night. But Willis, he made her feel sexy all the same.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. He kissed her thighs, her knees, then her belly button again.
Charlie let her head fall back on the mattress. Willis crawled on the bed after her and rested her thighs on his shoulders. She let out a little sigh as he kissed her left, then her right inner thigh. He looked up at her, over the valley of her breasts, and smiled, before he dipped his head down and licked her from slit to clit.
Charlie groaned and grabbed at her pillows. He was still very good at this. It hadn’t just been an early morning fluke when they were both still so tired and emotional. He licked his way into her cunt and worried her clit with his tongue. She was making little noises in the back of her throat that she couldn’t control, but she didn’t care.
“That, yes, there,” she whimpered.
Willis hummed at her and settled in, suckling at her pearl and applying his fingers to gently play with her entrance.
“Do that again,” she hissed.
He laughed then hummed again, right over her clit. Charlie threw her head back and groaned, rolling her hips forward to get more of herself in Willis’ mouth. He moved his lips from side to side, then nosed at her clit as he moved down and tongued her entrance.
“Ah!” Charlie cried out. She felt herself arch up.
Willis did it again and again, adding his fingers to flick her clit while he licked into her, faster and faster. She had already had one orgasm early that morning, and second orgasms were always easier for her if she managed to get off the first time. Her body went taut like a bow string as she came, then felt herself go entirely limp.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “That was good,” she slurred toward the ceiling.
“Yeah?” Willis teased. He kissed her thighs. “You’re incredible.”
Charlie watched him wipe his chin off on his forearm before he crawled the rest of the way up her body. He was so big and so warm; she wanted to curl up in his warmth for the rest of her life. He kissed her breasts, spending the time to lick each of her nipples until she whimpered, then kissed his way up her neck. He kissed, her cheek then the corner of her mouth before diving in for a deep, soul touching kiss. She honestly felt her toes curl up as they made out after her mind-blowing orgasm.
Charlie wrapped her legs around Willis’ hips and pulled him close. His erection, still trapped in his boxers, bumped against her stomach. He tried to angle his hips away, but she pulled him close again.
“I want you,” she whispered.
Willis groaned. He reared up and snatched open the box of condoms. He shoved down his boxers and fought with the condom for a moment. Charlie ran her hands up and down his thighs and hips. He grunted as he finally got the condom on, then crawled back over her. They kissed as they both guided his rock-hard dick to her entrance, and he slowly slid inside, making them both groan.
Willis buried his face in her shoulder as he pulled back and thrust slowly back in. “Charlie, Charlie,” he whispered over and over again. “You feel so good. So perfect.” He grunted and slid further in.
Charlie held him close with her heels digging into the back of his thighs. “You feel incredible,” she whispered. “Keep-- ah. Just like that.”
The fire built low in her belly all over again as he started to thrust in earnest. She didn’t think she could come again, but there it was. It was slow at first, but once he settled fully inside her, making them both groan in unison, everything sped up. Willis settled with his hands on either side of her head and pressed their foreheads together. Charlie twisted her fingers in his hair and held on to him with her legs. She thrust up to meet him each time. They were panting as they slammed together. The couch frame smacked against the wall.
“Oh, oh, god. Please, just like that. Keep--” she whimpered.
“One more time, baby,” Willis whispered back as he panted. “I need to feel you. Come one more time for me.” He reached between their bodies and rolled her clit again and again with his thumb.
“Ah!” Charlie cried out. This orgasm was overwhelming, almost painful in how good it felt.
“Fuck,” Willis hissed.
He froze above her, then buried his face in her hair. His hips twitched against her again and again until his whole body was still. He slumped down, but tried to hold most of his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her.
They kissed slowly, barely pressing their mouths together. She was still shaking from such an intense orgasm. Willis wrapped her up in his arms and rolled them onto their sides.
“That was…” Charlie let the sentence hang there between them. She had no words to describe the sensation.
“Yeah,” Willis agreed. He held her face in his hands, taking her all in as he watched her, then kissed her again slowly. “Again.”
“Hell yes.”
Chapter 8
They were sitting in the middle of the bed, eating a snack of crackers and honey, when they got the call the next morning. Bill Poole thought he would be there in about two hours to dig them out. He’d even give Charlie a lift back into town while his son towed her car to the shop for any fix ups.
Willis disconnected the phone and sat back down on the bed. Charlie wanted to make another joke about all the honey he kept around the house, and that they could pay Bill back for the trouble of saving them in honey pots. Instead, she scooted closer and pressed herself against his back, wrapping her arms around him. They were going to have to give up their little bubble of happiness and go back to the real world. A world where he was a bear shifter that needed to take care of the family farm, and she was trying to move out of state to get her life started again.
Without a word, they were kissing again. Willis lay back on the bed, and Charlie climbed over him. They had made love multiple times that weekend, but she didn’t feel tired. They were both ready again.
She helped slip the condom on, then straddled his hips. Willis helped her balance as she took his length in hand and slowly guided him inside. She sank down carefully, savoring the moment. Willis was breathing in and out through his mouth. His fingers flexed on her hips. He watched her the whole time, never breaking eye contact.
She loved his eyes. They were so honest. It scared her, all the emotions she could see dancing behind their depths. This big man cared about her. They barely knew each other, but she knew it was true. And right now, as she rode him slowly, he was thinking she wasn’t coming back to him once she left the cabin.
“Willis--” she started.
He shook his head and pulled her down for a kiss.
They made love one last time in front of the fire. He whispered her name over and over again as he touched her in sweet places. He made her come twice, making her lose her rhythm, before he rolled them over and thrust home to his own completion. Charlie held on to him tight once he came, refusing to let him go.
“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and kissed her desperately.
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br /> “Willis--” she started again.
“I’m afraid to tell you,” he admitted.
“Why?” She gave him a look. “Honey, you told me you’re a bear, and I think I took that pretty well. What more--”
“It’s another bear thing,” he told her. He looked at her, his face all soft, and then ran his fingers through her hair before tracing the shape of her cheeks. “I should have told you before. It’s only fair. But you’re just so beautiful, and I’m already crazy about you…”
“Willis.” She grabbed his hand. “Tell me. Please?”
He smiled and kissed her once before sitting up. He rubbed at his handsome face, then turned around to face her.
