by Ella Goode
I eye the small satchel on the bed. She must mean underwear. In that case, she’ll need pajamas and something comfortable. “I’ll get you some clothes then. There are towels in the closet in the bathroom along with some toiletries.”
Cyn keeps us well stocked. There’s all kinds of smelly shit in the bathrooms.
“I like peach, if you’re wondering,” I tell her as I head across the hall to my room. I don’t hear her response, but I assume it’s sharp and maybe even profanity laden. I grin to myself. Weston’s a fiery girl with a mouth on her. I like it. A lot. I can’t wait for her smart mouth to be all over me, leaving bruise marks on my neck, my chest, and, most importantly, my cock. Even though there’s a whole room full of new clothes in all kinds of sizes, I opt to pull a sweatshirt and a pair of long gym shorts out of my own dresser. I’ve never had a woman wear my clothes before, but I know instinctively I’m going to like seeing Weston’s body draped in something of mine. She’s so fine, it makes my back teeth ache with want. A nice rack, curvy hips, a face so pretty that it makes my chest tighten every time I look at her.
I can’t wait to make her mine. Hopefully that will be tonight. My cock is already hurting. I reach inside my jeans and adjust the heavy length. It’s still obvious I have a hard-on but I don’t really give a shit. She should know I want her.
I cross the hall and walk through the open door. “Got a man at home?” I toss the clothes on the bed. “You might want to call and apologize to him.”
“For what?” She fingers the clothes.
“You’re going to have to break up with him since you’re going to be my woman now.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Just how life’s going to be from now on. Also, I’ll need to know your first name by the end of the day.” I turn and head for my room again. I’m going to need to rub one out so I can function for the rest of the day.
“Why is my first name so important?” she calls after me.
“Because I’m not calling you Weston when I’m balls deep inside of you.”
Chapter Four
Hayden
I roll my eyes at King’s words. I think he’s got it in his mind that his crude comments are going to annoy me but I spend half of my time in barns and fields with men, so not much affects me. I don’t think there’s anything that I haven't heard. Still even with that, I feel my face warm thinking about King actually being inside of me. The one place I’ve never let another man go. Again, because I hang out with too many of them and know that most only want one thing. Once they get what they’re after, they move on to the next. I think deep down inside, I know if I give myself over to a man I’ll turn into a stage five clinger. I get attached easily. It’s why I keep most people at arm's length. People always leave. That’s exactly what’s brought me here.
My own sister left me. Even though I knew she had to, it still hurt me. She had no choice if she wanted to be a doctor but I guess I always thought she’d come back. There wasn't really anything to go back to at this point. The closest hospital to our little town is over two hours away. So, as I’ve said before, I can totally understand why Danny chose not to come back.
I am lucky in the fact that I chose to be a veterinary technician. There is plenty of work for me in our small town. Since we are in such a rural area, I’ve had to go with my boss Sawyer a time or two to make a house call to check on actual people. The man is a veterinarian, not a human doctor. Yet we’ve stitched up more people than we probably should have over the years.
I walk over to the bed, picking up the clothes King brought me. I could use a shower. It has been a long trip. I need to think about how I am going to get my sister to come home with me. If she doesn’t want to be in the big city because of Brandon then why not just come home? This place looks almost as rural as being back home. None of it makes sense to me. I didn’t receive a warm reaction from either Cyn or King when I suggested that I was taking Danny back with me. They seemed to get very protective over her. I must say that it worries me a bit. What is this place? My sister said she was coming here to work and lay low but I think I might be missing something. They keep talking about cabins but when I pulled up it didn't look like it was a hotel or retail place. There was no sign advertising lodging.
I turn on the shower, looking through the drawers in the bathroom. I find myself grabbing the peach body wash. I pull my hair up on top of my head before undressing and stepping into the warm water. I let out a small moan as it runs over me. All of the muscle aches from driving for hours melt away. I let my mind drift to different scenarios of why my sister is choosing to stay here.
If I get her back home and douchebag Brandon decides to show up there, I could shoot him then wrap him in a little bit of chicken wire, find a lake and bam, no more Brandon to worry about. As easy as my plan sounds, I don’t actually think I could kill someone. I’m in the business of healing things, not destroying them. I still cry like a baby whenever we lose an animal at work. I don’t care if the creature was twenty years old and lived his best life. I always spring a leak. It’s the hardest part about my job.
I turn off the water after washing myself and grab a towel. None of my random shower thoughts matter. I know that if I were to off Brandon, Danny would head back to the city and I’d be left alone again. So many times I’ve debated just moving there to be with her but I’m really not sure I’d take so well to living in a big city. I always seemed to get lost or overwhelmed the few times I visited. There were too many people and no space to breathe. I don’t know how Danny does it. She said herself it can be a little much at times but if she wants to practice medicine, that is where she has to be to do it.
I head over to the bed to get the clothes King gave me. I'm not sure why but I lift the shirt to my nose, smelling it before I slip it on. It smells like him, woodsy and masculine. It’s also ten sizes too big for me but I’ll make do. I try and put on the shorts but they only fall off. The man really is a giant. I have to roll the top over and over again to get them to stay up. The shirt goes to my knees anyway.
I decide to forgo wearing underwear because let’s face it, I only have one clean pair in my purse and I’ll need those for tomorrow. I actually do have a suitcase in my truck; I just don’t want to bring it inside. I don’t know why but I have this feeling that if the suitcase comes into the house it’s never going back out.
Kings vulgar words keep fluttering through my mind. I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like if he actually was balls deep inside of me. I don’t usually get turned on by dirty talk but something about him has me feeling a certain way. I do my best to shake those thoughts from my head, remembering that I’m here for one reason and that’s Danny.
I’m not here to be King’s woman. Whatever the hell that even means. Maybe it has a totally different meaning in these parts. A smile flits across my mouth. Tomorrow, I may just lie to him and say that I tried to call my boyfriend but my phone isn't getting service. I decide that I’m going to do exactly that.
I’m way too excited to see his reaction when he thinks I belong to another man. I should feel bad but I don’t since he was cocky and tried to declare that I was his. I don’t take crap from anyone and this big, giant, no first name King guy isn’t any different.
Chapter Five
King
When Weston comes downstairs the next morning wearing my clothes, I decide that I am an utter genius. “We’ll have to burn all of your clothes.”
“Why’s that?” She frowns.
“Because you won’t be wearing anything that’s not mine anymore. Got a call from Jake and he and your sister should be here this afternoon. What do you want to eat?”
“I’m not hungry and there will be no burning of anything.” She holds up her phone with the charging cord dangling from it. “Do you have a plugin I can use? I need to call my boyfriend.”
My good mood heads straight down the shitter. “Your what?”
I thought we had already cleared the fact that sh
e had no man in her life.
“My boyfriend. He’s an MMA fighter. Very big. Fit.” Her eyes sweep over me and I see a flicker of interest before it disappears. “Toned. Sexy.”
She throws out the one-word adjectives like she’s trying to create a shield against her attraction to me. It’s some real bullshit. I fold my arms across my chest.
“No. There are no chargers in this house.” Absolutely zero for her purpose.
She points to the wall. “Won’t that plugin over there fit?”
I spin out of my chair and snatch the charger out of the wall, throw it on the ground and crush it beneath my boot heel. Whistling tunelessly, I pretend none of that happened and say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her nose goes up. “Fine. It’s not like I need it. I still have fifty percent charge on my phone which is more than enough for me to have a sweet conversation with my man.”
I see two options here. Her phone gets destroyed or we go someplace where there’s no cell service. The broken plastic and wires crunch underfoot as I walk toward her. She backs up, holding her phone protectively to her chest. The back of the couch stops her progress.
I lean forward. She leans backward. She feels warm from this distance, like a little radiator that could heat you up during the cold winter nights. She smells good, too. I inhale and catch the faint hint of peaches. A smile flits across my lips. She’s not as immune to me as she pretends to be. Guess her phone is safe. If she has a man, she’ll be breaking up with him because Weston belongs to me.
“Wh-what are you doing?” She stutters.
I’m going to play her bluff. I pluck the phone from her limp grip. “Calling your boyfriend. What’s his number?”
“Ah, well, I don’t know if he’s home right now. He travels a lot for sales.”
“I thought you said he was an MMA fighter.”
“Oh, right, well—” She brushes a nervous hand across her forehead. “He’s selling his services. His fighting services.”
“What’s his name? I watch some MMA. I might have seen him.”
“I highly doubt that!” She says in a high-pitched, anxious tone. The pulse point in her neck flutters wildly. I’d like to press my lips at that very spot and feel her heart beat against my mouth. Soon. That’ll happen very soon.
“Maybe we could search him up on the internet and watch some of his moves so I know what I’m getting into.”
“He’s busy,” she repeats testily.
“Then while your phone is charging, we’ll go and feed the dogs.” I straighten, pulling her upright. Her breasts brush my chest and my dick instantly stands to attention. I can tell by her small gasp and widening eyes that my hard-on does not go unnoticed.
“That’s right, baby,” I tell her. “It doesn’t matter who you have in your little favorites list, the only man in your life from this day on is going to be me.”
I leave her there, bracing herself against the sofa and march over to the utility drawer in the kitchen. Inside there’s a spare adapter. I attach her phone cord and plug it in.
“I thought you said you didn’t have a plugin.”
“Guess I was wrong.” From the hall closet, I find a pair of rubber boots, soft socks and a big down coat that’ll cover her from neck to ankle. I add a couple foot warmers for good measure. “Come over here and get geared up. The dogs are hungry.”
It takes her a few seconds to compose herself. I’m not sure what she’s grappling with—her desire or mine. Either way, we’ll have to do something about it tonight or neither of us are going to get any sleep.
“What kind of dogs do you have?” She asks as she approaches.
“Sled dogs. I’ve got a couple malamutes and a husky. They’re a little rambunctious but friendly. You scared of them?”
She shakes her head. “No. I love dogs.”
“Good. Put your feet into here.” I hold the socks up for her. Her hand comes down to rest lightly on my shoulder while she shoves her dainty foot inside, the pale toes disappearing into the wool. I’ll be sucking on those later. I pull the long wool up over her muscular calves and underneath the hem of the gym shorts. Her breath hitches when my fingers brush against the tender skin behind her knee and then stops altogether when my hands stop around her lower thigh. Her legs tremble under my touch and the hand on my shoulder becomes heavier as she forgets that she doesn’t want me close. I could nudge up the shorts with my nose. I could sweep my hands higher under these baggy shorts. The heat coming from the core of her body is tempting me. It’s as if there’s no barrier between her sex and my hand and if I’d just move up slightly, I’d be able to feel the wet fire of her cunt. My hands move slowly, waiting for a sign to stop, but there’s nothing but silence.
“I’m about two seconds away from petting your pussy so if you don’t want that to happen, you better tell me now.”
A hand slaps on top of mine. “Stop.” It’s softly spoken but a no’s a no in my world.
My hands fall to the ground and I lean my head against her thigh, waiting for some blood to return to my brain. I shouldn’t have ever said a word. If I’d kept my big mouth shut, I’d be knuckle deep in her cunt at this very moment, feeling her wet walls squeeze my fingers as I fucked her with my hand. Then I’d turn her over the sofa, get my cock out, and bury myself inside of her. Fuck me and fuck my principles.
Chapter Six
Hayden
I gasp as we step outside into the cold. I’m thankful for it. It chills my heated body while quickly distracting me from what I’m feeling toward King. It took everything in me to tell him to stop. I had to force the words past my lips. I’d regretted saying them instantly and wished I could have taken them back. This attraction I have for him is something that I can’t understand. I’ve never felt this toward a man before. I mean, I’ve found men handsome but they’ve never made me ache for them. I don’t want to instigate it but still I keep poking at him to get a rise. I love how his jaw clenches and the heat flashes in his eyes when I do it. He’d gotten so jealous over the whole boyfriend story that I made up. I know it was a little immature but I don’t appreciate him trying to boss me so I needed to needle him a bit. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit how much I enjoyed his reaction.
Over the years I’ve worked around a lot of men and none of them ever tried to hit on me. To them, I was always one of the guys. If Danny were here she’d call bullshit on that one but she couldn’t argue with the fact that no one has ever asked me out or declared that I was their woman. It’s probably because they know better. It would get them a quick punch to their nuts but I don’t find myself wanting to punch King. Especially not in his nuts. Those seem important to me now. Everything about him does. That’s what has me on edge with him. He evokes feelings in me that I have no right having. I’m here for Danny and I need to keep reminding myself of that.
It gets cold in the winter where I’m from but this is a whole other level. The wind isn't helping much by picking up some of the snow and blowing it around. I take a step into the mound of it, wondering how deep it has gotten now. The cold might be worth it seeing how beautiful it is here. I misjudged the depth of the snow and realize a little too late how deep it really is. I start to fall but a giant arm wraps around me, keeping me from face planting into the snow.
“Careful, Slick.” He pulls me into his warm body while wrapping his arms around me. “We’re going to have to get you better winter gear. As much as I enjoy seeing you in my clothes, I want you warm and safe more.”
“I’m not staying. Don't waste your time or effort getting me any gear.” I tilt my chin up in defiance. “I’m here for my sister,” I remind him and myself. I’m not sure who needs the reminder more at this point.
“Whatever you say, Slick.”
I narrow my eyes on him. “Why are you calling me that?”
He starts walking, guiding me with him so that I don’t fall over in the snow. “You got a slick mouth that’s going to get you a tanned ass.”
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nbsp; My mouth falls open.
“You did not just say that,” I whisper loudly in shock. So much for the cold air cooling down my body. It lights up all over again like when he was dressing me. Before I can come up with a good retort, I notice two big dogs happily running toward me. King lets out a whistle and they both immediately stop running and sit at attention, obeying his command. I have to say that I can’t blame them. I know if I let it, my body would listen to whatever order he gave it.
“They’re beautiful.” A moment later two more come running from around a barn. They see the other two dogs sitting and do the same. They wait next to each other as they stare at King waiting for his next order. It’s easy to see who the alpha is around here.
He gives another whistle, this one lower. They jump up and continue to run our way. They circle around us. I think they are going to jump up on him but they don’t. I can tell they want to but have been trained not to. I drop to my knees, not caring if I get covered in snow. I’m going to die if I don’t get to pet them soon. Unlike with King, all of them bombard me, practically knocking me over in the snow as they try to lick my face. I laugh as I try to give them each a little attention. Our fun comes to a halt when King throws out some command having them act all serious again. I watch as he walks over and reaches out his hand to help me up.
“Seems as though you cause everyone to act out of place when you’re around, Slick.” This time I laugh. I’m going to pretend I’m on a cuteness high from all of the adorable dogs.
“They are sled dogs?” I reach down and pet the smallest one’s head. He leans into my side, enjoying my attention.
“I take them out a few times a week. They enjoy it but mainly they keep an eye on things around here.”
I look around and see small cabins placed all about. Not too close together so you can have privacy but close enough with walkways that look to be shoveled already from the last bout of snow.
