by Dani April
Then he was gone, returning to his vehicle parked about two hundred yards down the access road to the cabin. Brad breathed a sigh of relief but nonetheless stood in the doorway with Chrissie at his side to watch the officer leave their property.
Chrissie turned to Brad, and he nearly flinched away from her, thinking she was going to slug him again. Instead of hitting him, she threw her arms around his neck and drew him down for a long kiss, clearly happy to be rid of the state trooper.
“We did it!” she squealed in delight.
“What exactly did we do?” he asked her. However, he was starting to get the general idea. As she kissed him, some of the blood on her face rubbed against his. He flicked out his tongue to taste, but could smell it even before his taste buds consumed the liquid tomato juice. Ketchup. “How did you do that?”
“I know what the critics say about me, but I am still an actress.” She smiled up at him, a sly little look crossing her face. There was an altogether wicked side of this girl he loved that he was just learning about.
“You should get the Academy Award for that performance,” he told her, laughing with her as they shared another kiss.
“Oh, poor baby,” she told him. “Sorry about your arm. I promise I’ll kiss it and make it all better for you.”
“You’ve got a mean right hook there, lady,” he teased her. “But seriously, why did you lie to that trooper, Chrissie?”
“He would have taken me away from you three, Brad.” She leaned her head against his chest. “I’m not ready to leave you guys yet.”
“Why would he have done that? Have you done something wrong?”
“No,” she answered slowly. “He would have told my daddy where I was, and as soon as he finds out I’m here, he’ll come out and bring me back to him and back to my old life. I don’t want that, at least not right now. I’m having a wonderful time being out here in the cabin with you three guys. This is my vacation. The one I’ve never been able to take before.”
Somehow Brad wasn’t certain she had done the right thing, but as he looked into her beautiful, blue eyes, the two orbs seemed to be as big as an ocean, and he knew he could never tell her no. “Well, you got rid of him anyway.” He laughed when he thought of the look on the trooper’s face. “I don’t think he’ll be back. Hell, when you told him that about the accident, I thought the guy was going to arrest me.”
Chrissie laughed with him. “I thought that was a nice touch.” She kissed his lips again. “Hope you didn’t mind playing the role of my husband for a few minutes?”
Something turned inside his gut, and he knew he was going to make a fool of himself. “Darling, I wouldn’t mind playing that role forever,” he told her quietly.
Chapter Eight
Chrissie had been dreading this moment all day. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She picked up her phone and took a deep breath before hitting the send key. The number she was connecting with was already preset at the top of her contact list.
“Hello? Daddy?” Her voice was quiet and subdued. She almost felt embarrassed, as if her father knew exactly what she had been doing during her absence just by hearing the tone of her voice.
“Chrissie, thank God!” her father shouted, but he really didn’t sound too relieved. “Where are you? Are you all right? What happened to you?”
“I’m fine, Daddy.” She tried to calm the quiver in her voice. “I’m sorry if I caused you to worry about me.”
“Where are you?” he shouted. She knew this tone. He was going to get angry.
“I’m with some friends,” she told him. This part of the conversation she had been rehearsing all day.
“Who is it?” he yelled. “Who do you know out here in this godforsaken part of the country?”
“You don’t know them, Daddy. I only just met them myself. I went away to be alone for a while. Everything has just been moving too fast for me. I wanted to get off the roller coaster for a while and just have time to be myself and to think about where my life is headed.”
“They said you were driving some Hollywood reporter’s rented car. Did that reporter have something to do with this?”
“No.” Chrissie was trying to keep her patience with him, but it was hard with him shouting in her ear. “I only just met her the other night, too. I had to get out of that horrible hotel. I caught Zach cheating on me. I just couldn’t take anymore right then.”
“Zach told me about that, honey.” Her father lightened his tone a bit. “He’s real sorry about that. You need to get back here and give him a second chance.”
“No, Daddy!” She caught herself shouting at him, something she never did. “I don’t care about Zach. He can go be with that bitch for all I care.”
Her father huffed over the phone in frustration. “I don’t care about Zach either. I just care about getting you back here. Tell me where you are, and I’ll arrange transportation.”
“I’m not going to tell you where I am, Daddy,” she told him. This was the next part of the conversation she had carefully rehearsed over the last few hours. “You’re going to have to trust me, and let me be by myself for a while.”
“I don’t like the way you sound, honey. Something isn’t right.”
“Daddy, things haven’t been right for a long time.” Chrissie sighed in exasperation. “I’ve been trying to tell you, only you’ll never listen to me.”
“Who else is there with you?” he demanded. “I want to speak with them!”
“Right now I’m alone and in my room. My friends have gone outside to shovel snow.”
“I don’t believe you, Chrissie.”
“Why would I lie to you, Daddy?”
“I think you’ve been kidnapped, and I don’t think you’re talking out of your right mind.”
“Of course I haven’t been kidnapped!” Chrissie shouted back at him. “If I had been kidnapped, how could I be calling you now?”
“The people you’re with want something, and I want to know what they want. You put them on the phone and let them do the talking.”
“Daddy, you’re not listening to me!” she screamed. “You never listen to me! That’s one of the problems.”
“I know you well enough, honey, to know when it’s you speaking and someone else. This isn’t you speaking to your dad, and I’ll say it again…I want to talk to the people who have kidnapped my little girl.”
“Daddy, I’m fine. I have not been kidnapped.” She tried to calm herself and explain rationally. “My car went off the road and got stuck in the snow. These three guys came along and found me. They got me out and saved me. Now I’m staying with them for a while. I’m having a good time. You don’t have to worry about me. That’s why I called you tonight, because I didn’t want you to worry about me.”
He was silent for a moment before he answered. “You have obligations here, Chrissie. Now if what you say is true and you have not been kidnapped, then you’ll tell me where you are and I’ll send transportation for you. We’ll pretend like this whole business never happened. You can make up with Zach, and we can get your career back in full swing again. Now what do you say?”
“No…” Chrissie felt tears bubble behind her eyes and her voice catch. “I’m not going back on those terms. I won’t be here for very much longer anyway, so you don’t have to worry. The guys have to get back to their lives at the end of the week. But until then, I’m staying with them, and I think it’s better if we didn’t talk anymore until then.”
“You put those sons of bitches on the phone right now so I can speak with them!” His voice exploded over the receiver. “Let them tell me what their demands are.”
“They don’t have any demands!” she shouted back at him. “But what I want is for you to let me have this time by myself for the rest of the week. Then after that we’ll talk again…”
She punched “End Call” and immediately turned the phone off. Sitting back on the bed, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Suddenly she r
ealized just how alone she was in life.
Peaches and Cream were at her side. One of them was pawing her for attention and love. She took them both up into her arms. These two little animals were all she had.
* * * *
The storm was over, and the wind had stopped blowing, but the chill in the air seemed to have become more ominous. Chrissie had curled up in bed. It was late, but she could not sleep.
After her shower that night, she had taken off her clothes, really the clothes the guys had lent her, and wrapped up tight inside the thick fur coat. It provided some protection against the cold, but not any against the loneliness that had overtaken her. What was she going to do?
The guys had been out all afternoon and most of the evening plowing snow and making the road to the cabin clear. They were no longer stranded out here. She could leave any time she wanted, and the thought brought her nothing but despair.
These had been the happiest two days of her life, the terrible blizzard the best thing that had ever happened to her. Now it was all over. Strangely, when she had been trapped out here, she had never felt so free, and now that the guys had worked to gain access to the outside world once more, she was starting to feel the chains of her old life bind themselves around her again.
She had never stood up to her father before. She had been an adult for several years now. However, on the inside, her father had kept her feeling like a little girl. In the last couple of days that confusion had lifted from her. Now when she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw a woman staring back at her, a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman, one who was capable of taking risks and charting her own course in life. Perhaps this is what the guys saw in her and why they seemed to like her so well.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in, Scott,” she called. From the polite tap, she knew exactly which one of her guys it was.
Scott came in and hesitated. He was so sweet. Even after they’d made love and been as intimate as two people could be that morning, he was still shy.
“How’d you know it was me?”
She went into his arms and gave him a kiss, one which he returned vigorously. “Because I can smell your manly scent a mile away,” she told him.
“I think we’ve just about got a path cleared to the main road. If you want, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow?”
“Yes, that sounds nice.” She hugged him and felt his warmth. “I can’t sleep. Will you lie down with me for a while?”
His smile told her she did not have to ask him twice. He led her to the bed and pulled back the quilt for her. She crawled inside and he followed her. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she stopped him and helped him to pull off his shirt.
“Your body’s warmer than your clothes,” she said as she reached down to the zipper on his jeans. “Right now I need to be as warm as I can get.”
Wearing just his briefs, he crawled in next to her and took her body, clad in the heavy fur coat, into his arms and pulled the covers across them. Gratefully, she snuggled against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Your coat is so soft,” he murmured into her ear, his hands soothing her as they ran up and down her spine.
“My body will feel even better,” she teased him. “But right now I’m just too cold to take the coat off, and I feel so warm in your arms just like this.”
They lay quietly for a moment just enjoying the feel of each other. She could feel his breath against her skin tickling the small hairs on the back of her neck. He pulled her long hair aside and stroked her face gently.
“Are you scared, Chrissie?”
She was surprised at his question, but then she smiled and hid her face in his chest. “I’m terrified,” she admitted.
“I’m glad you said so.”
“Why? You want me to be scared?”
“No,” he answered. “But if you weren’t scared, it would mean you didn’t feel the same way about me as I feel about you.”
She laughed and felt the muscles on his chest ripple beneath her face. “Twisted logic,” she said. “You should be a screenwriter.”
“I care about you,” he told her simply. “Whenever I’ve thought of a girl, it’s always been your face I was thinking of.”
She squeezed him tighter in her grip, never wanting to let go of him. “Now you are really scaring me.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to let you know how I felt.”
“How many girlfriends have you had, Scott?”
“Zero,” he said without hesitation.
She snuggled deeper into the hard ridges of his chest. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “People always end up brokenhearted on the first one.”
“Will you break my heart, Chrissie?” he asked, never once ceasing to stroke her with his calm hands.
“I don’t want to.” She kissed his chest and ran her hands down his hard body, feeling his strength. “But I might.”
“Actually, Chrissie, I am afraid of you,” he told her. “The more I let myself get to know you, the more scared I become.”
“If I wasn’t famous, if I was just a normal girl from your little town, how would you feel?”
He thought about it a moment and kissed the top of her head. “That’s an impossible question to answer. You are Chrissie Murphy. You are who you are. And me…I guess I’m just a dreamer.”
She took his nipple between her teeth and bit down lightly. “Did you also know that Chrissie Murphy is a spoiled and selfish little bitch?” she asked him.
“Of course.” He was undeterred. “I watched every episode of your TV show.”
“But my character was sweet in that show.” She lifted her head from him and looked down his naked chest and into his eyes.
“You weren’t that sweet.” He laughed. “Anyway, I read a lot of stories about you. About how you always wanted your own way whenever you’d go on tour, how you had a lot of boyfriends and could never get along with any of the dancers in your live show.”
“Stop it.” She hit him in the ribs. “What kind of stories have you been reading about me?”
He ran his hands down her length and began massaging her buttocks beneath the fur. She could feel his erection proudly poking her stomach from under his underwear.
“Have you ever seen me perform live?” she asked him, settling herself back against his chest and welcoming his caress.
“No. You’ve never performed close to my home. You’re way too popular to perform in small towns.”
They looked at each other and smiled as his cock poked her in the side again. “Mind if I take these off?” he asked. “They’re getting slightly uncomfortable.”
“Yes, I think so.” She giggled and reached beneath the cover to help him free himself from the white cotton briefs. His cock was huge and on fire. The heat radiating off that single muscle brought more warmth beneath the quilt as she cuddled back against his now fully nude body.
“Is that better?” she asked.
“Much.” He sighed and gripped her tighter in his arms. “This is like paradise to lie here with you in my arms.”
“When you used to watch my show, did you ever think you would end up fucking me?” Her mind had turned naughty with reckless abandon as she nibbled up the side of his neck.
“Of course not, how could I have?” He laughed at her candor.
“What if we just stayed here at this cabin…all four of us…and never left? Just stayed here forever…”
“We’d run out of food…Ow!” She had bitten into his neck again.
“You know what I mean.” She licked up his neck and to his face, close to his lips, but never touching them.
“If you stayed here forever, I’d stay with you,” he whispered to her, his cock tapping dangerously against the fur coat.
“And what if I left, would you go with me?”
“If you let me go with you.”
“I hope I’ll be able to let you go with me.” Her lips finally met his. He eagerly opened his mouth for her. Their tongues m
et and tasted of each other, their saliva mixed, their breaths merging.
“Are you warm now, Chrissie?” he asked her when she pulled away for breath.
“It feels like it’s getting too warm under here.”
“I know how to fix that.” And in one abrupt motion he pulled open her fur. Beneath, she was naked. She put up no resistance as he slid it over her shoulders and down her arms.
Wrapping her arms back around the muscles of his body, she was as naked as he was. Their bodies pressed against each other under the covers, their mouths met once more and opened for their tongues to play. His hands went exploring over her body, touching every fold and valley, caressing every curve. She found it hard to breathe under his touch, and the warmth in her body settled down into her belly and between her thighs as she felt moisture began to coat her inner walls.
“You’re not making things any better.” Her voice was muffled as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. “Now you’re making us too hot in here.”
He laughed and bit her lip, nibbling gently with his teeth. She gave a long, low exhale, her breath mixing with his. “I know you’ve had a lot of lovers, Chrissie,” he whispered to her in the dark. “I hope I stack up to the rest of them?”
She laughed and continued to kiss him. “You’re definitely in the top three,” she told him.
Her legs had gone open without her even noticing. She was trying to stem the dull ache arising from her pussy. A jolt went through her as his cockhead touched her pussy lips under the blanket. Her thighs quivered at the touch. She started to reach under the covers for him, but he was ahead of her. His hand went between them, his fingers caressing her mons and sliding under her. He tested her readiness by sliding a finger between her lips and up inside her. She knew all he would feel was her sticky wetness. When he removed the finger, he tortured her clit with a few flicks that sent her oversensitive muscles to spasms, and then he positioned himself and she wiggled her hips, allowing her soaking pussy to slide over him.
