He shared the news with Amanda. “I don’t know what it is, but it gives us something to look forward to,” he said a faint smile.
“Riley, if they can drop off a package, can’t they drop us a line to haul us up and fly us out? You know, like the Coast Guard does for people at sea?” She wanted to know.
“It’s not that kind of chopper. It’s used to search for beacons. It doesn’t carry people. We use it to locate people and drop in supplies, then get something larger to do the rescues,” he told her.
“Well, can’t they send something larger to rescue us?” Her eyes were pleading because she knew her time was running out with him. She could not expect a healthy man, not matter how good his intentions were, to not try with everything in him to get her in bed. Even if it came down to him forcing her to submit to him.
“We are not in danger, Amanda,” he said flatly.
“Maybe you aren’t...” she said with some finality. He saw the fear in her eyes. Amanda knew he was getting hungrier by the day. She was also feeling the effects of his desire. His body was calling and hers was starting to respond.
He softened his eyes and gave a reassuring smile, “As badly as I am in need of a woman’s attention, I would never force you. No matter how good I would make it for you.”
She stared at him like a small child seeking assurance that there were no boogey men down the dark hallway. “You promise?”
He held up his hand, folding down his fingers and thumb, leaving only the pinky sitting up, “I promise I will make it really good for you.” The devilish look on his face elicited not a single response, not even a face twitch from her. “I pinky swear that you are safe.”
She interlocked her finger with his, enjoying the warmth of his touch, “Good, because Lord knows I could use a bath and I have to wash this hair. I am going to need your help.”
Shit. His body told on him again. Something was going to have to give. Amanda turned quickly so that he didn’t see that her body was reacting to him as well. Even in the flannel shirt, her head lights were on and shooting high beams at Mr. Rough and Sexy.
The bath was a large metal tub that hung outside the back door of the cabin. It was a surprise that it had not rusted since Cullen seemed to seldom take baths. Riley was anxious to get the tub so he could help her wash that hair and anything else in which she needed a hand.
“Amanda,” he called her name. “If I asked, would you allow me to kiss you?”
“No!” Her answer was swift and loud.
Riley took a step back, “Yeesh! Am I that reprehensible to you? Sorry I asked.” Honestly, his feelings were kind of hurt. I have nice teeth. I floss. My breath isn’t tart or anything. For good measure he turned his back and blew into his hand for a quick halitosis check.
She reached out to touch his arm but decided against it. “It’s not that Riley...I just...I don’t...”
“What? I know you aren’t gay. You came here to marry a man!” His tone was accusatory and more than anything, Amanda understood rejection. She had lived with it her whole life, recently even feeling it from a man who sent a ticket for her to come and marry him; he too rejected her.
There was no way around this other than to tell him the truth. “I don’t know how.”
He thought he was hearing things, “What?”
“I have never dated,” she said flatly, crossing her arms in a defensive stance.
“What do you mean you never dated? You went to college right, professor?”
Amanda exhaled softly, “There were two black people in the town I grew up in. My aunt was the second person. It was a small town and no one wanted to “date” the black girl. I got offers for other things, but to go on a date, no.”
“Again, what about college?” Riley was frowning trying to understand what he knew she was saying but he didn’t want to hear.
“By my sophomore year of high school, my Aunt homeschooled me. I took most of my classes online. I went to college online as well,” she told him.
He was shaking his head. This could not be happening to him. It was not possible. “So what you are saying is what exactly, Amanda?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “What I am saying is that I am saving myself for my husband.” Defensively she moved back before she said the last part. “Riley, I have never experienced the touch of a man.”
Shit. Untouched. Ready and ripe for him to teach and train her. All that sexiness was his to command, to guide, to instruct. Double shit. His body told on him again. He needed to get out of the cabin right away.
Chapter 10. Say What Now...?
He stormed out the back door of the cabin, wrapped up from head to toe, shovel in hand and cursing under his breath. From where she stood in the window, it looked as if Riley was in a fight with the snow. She wasn’t certain which was winning. Riley would shove the spade into the pile of snow and throw it in the air. There was no rhyme or reason to anything he was doing. There was no path. He wasn’t even trying to get the bathtub off the side of the building.
“Riley, what are you doing?” she asked from the back door, wrapped in one of her quilts.
“I am working off some frustration and anger, Amanda! What does it look like I am a doing?” She could barely understand him with the scarf across his mouth.
“The tub is over here, though,” she pointed at it and reached up and pulled it down.
“I am clearing a path to throw out the dirty bath water,” he told her with a grimace.
She wasn’t buying it, “Can’t we just pour the dirty water down the kitchen sink?”
He stuck the shovel into the snow and hefted a shovel full of packed powder into the air. “Thanks, Professor Smarty Pants!”
Riley stabbed the snow again, mumbling about 30-year-old virgins. Why me Lord? Am I being punished? He thought about his truck and started shoveling snow like he was going to make a path to it. Shit. The battery is in the house. He started shoveling back in the direction of the cabin.
Amanda yelled, “Riley! Stop it!”
Although she couldn’t see it under the scarf that covered his mouth, he stuck his tongue out at her. “No! You can’t make me!” It was a ridiculous reaction but he was beyond reason. He wanted her so badly.
“Maybe we can come to a reasonable compromise,” she said softly.
Riley turned so quickly, he slipped on the ice and landed in the snow. “What kind of compromise?”
Amanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but Riley was a man. A red blooded, very healthy man. She had Internet. She saw movies. “You could self-service,” she said in a low voice.
The man actually began to growl as he got to his feet, took a running start with the shovel, and stabbed the hill of snow. This of course knocked him off-balance and landed him on his back, with snow falling onto his chest. Riley started to kick at the air. Amanda, in boots and wrapped fully in the quilt, walked out on the small path he had created and stood over him. “You can self-service as you watch me bathe,” she told him.
He sat up like a zombie hearing fresh brains walk by. “Say what now? Really?” He said something else and it reminded her of Kenny on South Park.
“Really. And after you help me wash my hair, and we make your bathwater...you can self-service again while I wash your back and sink my nails in that thick mane of hair and scrub your scalp real good,” she told him.
Riley was on his feet. She could not see his mouth but she knew he was smiling. “I’ll take it!”
Riley heated the tub against the fireplace before filling it with cool water from the sink. Two more logs were added to the fire to get the room extra toasty. The pots from the stove, he poured into the tub, quickly adding more pots to the cooktop to warm the water that would be added to tub once Amanda got inside. It wasn’t enough water to soak in, but enough to cover her bottom half to get the job done. When his back was turned, she added some bubble bath that created suds quickly when her fingers whipped the water. She had never been more nervous in her li
fe. It will be just like a wedding night minus the copulation.
“I want to wash my hair first Riley,” she told him as he went to the stove to get the kettle and the plastic pitcher. With his back turned, she disrobed and slipped into the tub. His breath caught when he came back to the tub to find her sitting in the water. Those wonderful, beautiful breasts were looking at him. His pants were feeling way too tight and he could not wait to get out of them.
Amanda leaned her head back ready for the water. Riley poured it slowly over her thick hair. The shampoo was applied to her hand and she lathered the tresses. The straightened hairs curled up and became wavy while wet. Her eyes were closed as her fingers worked the shampoo into the locks. “I’m ready to rinse,” she said as she leaned her head back.
The water was warm and a perfect temperature as it flowed through her hair. Her scalp reveled in the rinsing away of a month long of crud that was caught in the follicles. She lathered on conditioner, letting it sit for a minute. “Take off your pants, Riley,” she told him. Her voice sultry. Heavy. The way she spoke to him. The cut of her eyes as she snuck a peek at his raging hard on, was turning him on even more. She made him crave the release. Picking up her sponge, Amanda reached for the lavender soap she had brought from home. She soaped her sponge as she waited for him to remove the shoes and pants. He stood beside the tub in his underwear and long john shirt. The hardness of his need jutting out from his body, pointing at her like a compass heading north.
“I am ready to rinse out the conditioner.” Riley didn’t touch her as he poured he water over her hair, rinsing away the thick cream. I am about to make some myself I am so damned backed up.
“Thank you. Come sit in front of me while I clean myself,” she said in a low voice. Amanda was terrified to make eye contact with him. This could go so wrong really fast.
She watched Riley as he pulled one of the chairs from the table and took a seat facing her the front of the tub. I have never done this before. Her body is amazing. I can’t touch her, but this is something. He was also harder than Japanese ninja moves.
In the chair, Riley sat with his erection straining against the cotton of his underwear. Amanda looked up, connecting her eyes to his as she dipped the sponge in water and squeezed it, allowing the droplets of water to run down her breasts. Riley couldn’t believe it. My shit just got even harder. Oh yeah, this will work. His hand slipped inside his underwear, unleashing himself to the warm air of the cabin. She said nothing as she soaped up the sponge and scrubbed her arms, torso, and finally her breasts.
As the sponge moved across her midsection, Riley could not believe how turned on he was. She leaned against the back of the tub, raising one leg and soaping it. Her eyes came back to meet his. His hand was moving gradually as he watched her. She spoke softly to him, “I have some lotion here by the tub.” Amanda reached down and grabbed it, tossing it to him. She didn’t want him to get up.
She could hear him squeeze some into his palm.
Amanda raised her right leg and washed it, gently scrubbing her calves and heels. The sponge dipped into the water, her hand moving slowly. His hand moved faster. She moved her hand in the water and made eye contact with him as she washed her most delicate part. Riley’s breathing was coming hard. Her hands rested on the sides of the tub as she pushed herself upwards to standing position, turning her back to him as she bent over to find the sponge. It was intentional that she made no lewd moves or any suggestive actions with her hips. She washed her backside, bent over to rinse again. She could hear the sound of his hand working feverishly. His breathing became faster. He is almost done. Just let him get it done. Amanda turned slowly to face Riley, locking eyes with him giving him a full frontal view of her naked form as his hand squeezed hard, jerked at the wrist, and his face contorted. The sound he made surprised her. That sound. She had not been prepared for that sound. That sound turned her on. Her breasts felt swollen, the nipples craving to be suckled, blood rushing to her girly parts. She felt a throbbing between her legs.
Gradually, she stepped out of the tub and donned her robe, leaving him sitting there as she went to the bedroom to tie up her hair and put on some warm clothes. When she came back to the kitchen, he had emptied the tub and was adding his water. Riley was nude. Very nude, very muscled, well-toned and oh so male.
His body was magnificent. He wasn’t on the ready anymore, but it was still a beautiful instrument. Her mind wandered, wanting to know how that beautiful muscle would feel inside of her. How Riley would feel inside of her. How Riley would feel on top of her. His weight pressing against her body. The sound he would make when he found his release. Would he make that sound in my ear?
As he had done for her, she returned the favor as she washed his hair. Unlike him, she touched his skin when she took the sponge and scrubbed his back, letting the conditioner sit in his hair. When she finished his back, she mixed the hot and cold water to get the right temperature to rinse away the conditioner. Now she sat in the chair before him as he bathed. The white blouse she had put on was sheer. She leaned forward and stuck her hand in the bathwater, getting both her hands wet. Wet hands that now touched her breasts. Riley inhaled sharply while watching her hands slide down her thighs to lift her skirt above her knees.
She wore nothing underneath it. Amanda made no move other than to open a magazine that she had brought with her and held it up over her lap as she read through it. Her right foot rested on a second chair she had pulled over, her knee high, giving him a full view of her girl curls. Her eyes remained focused on the pages as she listened to the sound of his hand moving in the water in the tub. Since she had listened the first time, she knew the sound he was making when he was getting close to his release. Amanda shifted her weight in the chair. The skirt came up higher, he knees opened wider and he could see everything, including the glistening of moisture that had developed on her girl curls while she read. That sound. His hand whipping in the water. Knowing. Bringing himself pleasure. Knowing he is getting off watching me. Her nipples got harder, straining against the fabric, asking him to take them in his mouth.
Riley wanted to jump out of the tub, bury his face in her, and lick her until she was a worked up as he was. Amanda leaned forward and touched the water again, wetting her blouse some more, but this time when she leaned back the skirt came up even higher, her flower petals opening to him. Her nipples strained against the sheer fabric. Her girl curls were untrimmed. That beautiful, beautiful...
“Oooh, shit,” he said as he stared at that unshaven, full-on bushy virginal love muffin that had been untouched by any other man. His hand moved furiously in the water and it sounded like he was whipping eggs. Amanda leaned back in the chair and stretched, exposing even more of herself to him. Riley could see the wetness. He could smell the honeyed nectar that she had produced watching him buzz about. She wants me as much as I want her.
“Ughh!” It was loud. It was stronger than the first one and he wanted to slip down in the tub and pass out it felt so good.
She stood up, taking her magazine with her and saying, “Good night Riley.”
Shit. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. He didn’t have a lot of time. He had to get started making the baby bed. What Amanda Perkins was going to get for Christmas was probably going to be his son. There would be no way in hell that once he got his hands on her, that he was not going to stop until she was swollen with his child.
They had been locked up together for a month and he didn’t want to kill her; which was a good thing. The more time he spent with her, the more he liked her. That was a rare with him and any woman. This woman was going to be his wife because if she was saving herself for her husband, it was going to have to be him. That was the best non-sex he had ever had in his life.
He wanted what her eyes had promised him. Each day, his hunger for her grew. Riley wanted the rest of the cake. That sliver of flour was not going to be enough. He needed to taste some of that damned batter.
Chapter 11. Happy Thanksgiving...
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br /> The whirl of the blades and whizzing of the engine woke her. She had slept later than planned because it had been a fitful night. It was colder than last night and seemed to get colder as each night passed. Even in the wool socks and flannel PJs on flannel sheets, she was still cold. She grabbed her robe and wrapped herself tightly in it when a far too cheerful Riley, who was grinning from ear to ear, greeted her.
“Good Morning, Amanda,” he said as he buttoned his coat.
“Morning, Riley,” she said. In truth, she needed coffee. Lots and lots of coffee and anything else warm she could find. It was so cold. She started up the stove and added a log or two to the fire. She was going to have to work in here today. The bedroom was too cold even with the door open.
When Riley opened the back door to go out, Amanda nearly cried because it was so icy, but she wanted to see. What had seemed like random digging in the snow last night was actually a chute to catch the two boxes that were dropped. Instead of them getting imbedded in the snow, they slid down the path and landed at Riley’s feet. Looking up at the sky, Amanda spotted their delivery vehicle. It looked more like a drone than a chopper. It wasn’t big enough to take them out of here.
He had not lied. He had not lied about touching her or trying to force himself on her. If she were totally honest, she really liked him. She liked him a lot. Each day, she was liking him even more. If what happened last night was a taste of what could occur between them, it was hot. She liked that a lot as well.
The first box was full of materials and clothing for Riley. It also had batteries, feminine products for her, chocolate, and some magazines. Rolled up inside of long overalls was a battery operated DVD player and five movies. He held it up for her to see. She was so ecstatic, she didn’t think. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around him. “Whoo-hooo! We can have movie night each week!” She kissed him on the cheek and then realized her mistake.
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