by Doyle, S
“Nah. I’ll go check the rest of the traps,” I said quickly, needing another reason to get out of the cabin.
“Can I go with you? I’m going a little stir crazy stuck inside.”
“No!” I barked. Then I checked myself. “You need to stay and watch the fire. Only when that log is nearly gone do you add another heavy log to it. Got it?”
“Now I do,” she said tightly. I knew I had upset her again by the way she wrapped her arms around herself.
“It’s got to be this way, Olivia.”
I wasn’t talking about her watching the fire. In my own way I was trying to explain why I had to keep hurting her. The more I snapped and pushed the more she would back away. I really needed her to back away.
Because I no longer just wanted Olivia. Turns out, I really liked her, too.
* * *
Olivia
“It’s one-seventy-one,” I said again as he slammed the cabin door behind him.
I spun around and looked at the precious fire and wanted to throw something at it. I was relatively certain I wasn’t going to leave this cabin with my sanity intact.
Mostly because I hated him and liked him and wanted him and hated that I wanted him.
Ugh! Why had I held his hand like that?
Because it felt right.
Shit. My walls of self-denial were starting to crumble.
God, that sound he’d made this morning. He’d been so hard under my hand and that groan had immediately gotten me wet. It made me wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t backed off.
He probably would have fucked me. Something which would have been more fun than being so irritated with him that I had stupidly added too many logs to the fire and almost smoked myself to death.
Bored, I wandered over to the supply trunk and opened it.
We had been sharing the one toothbrush, which was pretty intimate, but I suppose it was better than cotton mouth. On day three however, without a shower, I was probably starting to get a little rank, too. I tried to smell myself but all I could smell was smoke from this morning.
At the very least I could heat up some water and use the soap to take a cloth bath and rinse out my panties. With a solid plan for the day, I sprang into action.
I packed the kettle with snow and put that over the fire. I moved the storage trunk in front of the cabin door just in case Noah came back earlier than I thought he would.
He was looking for a reason to be away from me, I knew that. Now that the weather was better, he wouldn’t need to rush back. I had no plan of going down the path I did yesterday. That had almost been disastrous. But if he came back early, I could certainly justify doing some laundry.
I stripped and used the T-shirt I was wearing under my sweater as a washcloth. Used the hot water and soap to clean me first. Then I poured what was left of the hot soapy water over my panties. I wrung them out and draped them over the handle connected to the fireplace, but far enough from the flames they didn’t catch fire.
I immediately put my jeans on and my flannel over the sports bra I was wearing. Only then did I feel comfortable enough to move the storage trunk back to where it was.
Refreshed. My panties clean and drying. I had a deck of cards and a long day of solitaire waiting for me.
That and trying not to think about Noah.
I didn’t succeed.
7
Ark
At least I had scored a snow rabbit. When I saw the animal trapped in my snare, I wanted to pound my chest and grunt to my woman I had provided food. It had been overcast all day, but I could tell it was starting to get dark and, with that, the temperature was dropping.
I’d been gone for at least six hours and figured I couldn’t put off my return any longer. Not to mention, she had to be really hungry. I dug through the deep snow. My jeans were soaked. I wondered how she would deal with me taking them off and drying them by the fire.
Probably would get all huffy like she had when I dropped them on the boat.
Although she hadn’t been huffy when she’d shoved my ice-cold foot up her shirt.
I opened the cabin and had this wave of relief overtake me when I saw her spread out on her belly on the sleeping bag, a game of solitaire laid out in front of her.
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Hi.”
God, she was gorgeous. And obviously not holding a grudge that I had left her all day, which I should probably be grateful for.
I held up my prize. “Dinner.”
“You did it!” she said, scrambling to her feet.
“I told you I know what I’m doing. We’ll eat the rabbit tonight and save the soup for tomorrow.”
“Okay. I’ve never had rabbit. What does it taste like?”
“Like dark chicken meat,” I said then my eyes wandered to the rack that was pulled away from the fire place. A dainty, powder blue piece of silk was draped over it. “What the fuck is that?”
She followed to where I was pointing.
“Oh, my panties. They should be dry now.”
I looked at her jeans. The jeans under which she was NOT wearing panties. When I glared at her, she shoved her panties in her back pocket and shrugged.
“What? I wanted fresh panties. Did I commit some survival crime?”
I swallowed and thought about my jeans that were soaked through from the knees down. I was cold, they were uncomfortable, but now I couldn’t take them off because I was hard again. Not that she wasn’t intimately familiar with my erection.
“I can put them back on if it’s going to be a problem,” she offered.
Obviously, my furious glaring was having an impact. And now I had to have the image of what she might look like down there.
“Just turn around and don’t peek. It will take me ten seconds.”
“Yeah, that’s going to happen,” I snorted. “You’re going to strip and I’m NOT going to look. In case you couldn’t tell that was sarcasm.”
“Well, then you tell me what you want me to do, Noah,” she snapped. “It’s like you can’t spend five minutes with me without glaring at me or snapping at me. So you leave me here alone all day and the second you come back, you’ve got a problem with me again!”
“Yes!” I shouted, tossing the rabbit in the corner. “I have a problem. I have a problem with you waving your silk panties under my damn nose!”
“I was not waving them under your nose! I was drying them after washing them. One would think you would be mature enough to handle the sight of a pair of women’s panties. I had no issues with you when you stripped down to your briefs and your…your…junk was just out there!”
“You mean my junk that you had your hands all over this morning!”
“That was an accident! And it wasn’t me bumping and grinding against you the morning before that!”
“That was also an accident!” I fired back. Then I figured, fuck it. I started to go for the button on my jeans.
“What are you doing?” she screeched.
“I’m taking off my cold, wet jeans so I can dry them by the fire. And since we know you don’t have an issue with my cock, you shouldn’t care!”
“Fine. Fine,” she repeated, going for her own jeans. “If I don’t have a problem with your cock, then you shouldn’t have a problem with my pussy!”
I got up in her face in a blink, stilling her hands where she had them on the buttons.
I was breathing heavy and she was, too, enough that her breasts were pushing against my chest.
“Don’t you push me, Olivia,” I snarled, feeling like I was about to snap.
“Or you’ll do what?” she said, pushing her face into mine.
“Ahhh!”
It was either kiss her or strangle her. In the end I had no choice.
I brought my mouth slamming down on hers and damned the consequences.
* * *
Olivia
It was like being swept up in a tornado. The power and energy of him absolutely overwhelmed
me.
I thought I had been kissed. I thought I had been really kissed.
I had never been kissed like this. Like he was desperate for me. The truth was the second he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I realized I was desperate for him, too. It couldn’t have been pretty. Nothing like the movies or TV. I was pulling at his coat, he was shoving his hands in my hair.
He walked us until I was pressed against the wall where he could grind his cock against the center of me while he continued to ravage my mouth. I wrapped my leg around his ass and used it to pull him even closer to me.
“Olivia,” he said, lifting his mouth from mine, both of us panting.
“No, don’t stop. If you stop, you’ll think. If you think, you’ll stop.”
He leaned his head back. “Fuck!”
I reached for his face and forced him to look at me. “No, fuck me.”
There was a pause, a moment when we might have come to our senses. Instead, we both reached for the buttons on our jeans. Mine were stretched out enough, I just had to push them down over my ass.
The second I did his hand was there, his finger was inside, feeling how aroused I already was.
He groaned and pushed another finger in, high and deep. My head fell back against the wall and the orgasm shot through me without warning.
“Noah!” I screamed not knowing what else to do, clinging to his shoulders.
I felt him slide his fingers from me, but he wasn’t letting me move away from the wall. Instead, he growled in my ear, “That’s one.”
I felt him create space between us for second, pulling my jeans completely off me, then he was filling my space. Lifting and wrapping my leg around him again and without any warning his cock was pushing inside me. I was tight, and he was too big, and it hurt in the best way possible.
“Talk to me, Liv. You good?”
“Unhuh, unhuh.”
He grabbed my ass. “Good, because you’re about to get fucked hard.”
Yes! Finally. Now I wanted everything Noah had. Everything he could give to me. I didn’t have to beg for it, either, because he delivered. Hard, rough, and relentless he pounded into me, squeezing my ass cheeks. Shoving my back and shoulders against the wall.
Sometimes pushing his cock up high inside me and staying there to grind his hips against me and rub his groin against my clit. Sometimes pulling out, until his heavy, flared head was just at my entrance taunting me, before thrusting in again.
It was unlike any sex I’d ever had before. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t find my center. There was no controlling him, no predicting him. The only thing I could focus on was his cock. I couldn’t form thought or word. I was just this mass of feminine flesh. Then he started snapping his hips, hitting a spot inside me until I felt like my whole body was going to explode from the inside.
And then it did.
“Noah!” I squeezed him so hard and heard him groan into my neck. I actually felt him coming inside me. Heavy spurts, his cock jerking. I’d never felt that before.
We stood there, that way, for what felt like hours. Both of us breathing hard, neither one of us wanting to be the first to speak.
Only we didn’t have to.
Instead, Noah lifted me onto him, both my legs now circling his waist as he carried me to the sleeping bag. He dropped to his knees, which jostled him inside me, but I could still feel him there, semi-hard now. He pushed me on my back and looked down at where we were still connected.
I lifted my head and I could see his cum now coating his cock as it dripped out of me.
His nose flared, but he didn’t move.
Then he looked at me.
“Aren’t you going to—”
“No,” he said. “Finally inside you. Not leaving until I’m hard and can fuck you again. You prepared for that?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
“Lift your shirt up, take your tits out. I want to play with them.”
I didn’t hesitate. I lifted my sweater and my sports bra up and over my head. One arm he used to brace his weight but kept his hips heavy on mine. With his other hand he started to play with my breasts.
And not just my nipples, which I expected. My whole breasts. He bounced them, cupped them, slapped them. Sometimes pinching my nipples, sometimes pulling them. I was so turned on by the time he dipped his head to suck my nipples I was pretty sure I was going to come again.
Then he started to fuck me. This time a slow roll of his hips that made my next orgasm hit me like a long, slow wave.
I didn’t scream. I sighed softly. “Noah.”
“That’s three,” he grunted in my ear then he was groaning over me until he finally collapsed.
* * *
Olivia
I wasn’t sure if I fainted or fell asleep. I only knew when I opened my eyes, things were different. I was still in the sleeping bag, no jeans, no bra, but I’d must have put my sweater back on before I nodded off.
Noah was wearing his flannel shirt and boxers. His jeans were spread out directly in front of the fire and he was poking at something inside the fire. I realized he was cooking the rabbit.
“How long was I out?”
He turned to me and it was strange. As many times as I’d seen his face, as many times I had marveled out how handsome he was, seeing him like this, in the firelight, took my breath away.
“Not long. Twenty minutes. You snore, Liv.”
I sat up covering my bottom with the blanket he’d evidently draped over me. “I do not!” I claimed, outraged by such a suggestion.
He snickered but then his face grew serious and I knew we had to do the thing. The thing where we said what happened had been a huge mistake and it couldn’t happen again, yada, yada.
“Stop!” I said, holding my hand up even as he opened his mouth to speak. “Let’s not do it.”
“Do what?”
“Do the thing. The regret thing. Let’s just assume we’ve already said all the things we were going to say and pretend like it didn’t happen. I just need my jeans then we’ll eat rabbit and play rummy. We’ll probably argue over the scoring again and most likely something else because that’s what we do—”
Only he was shaking his head so I stopped talking and sighed.
“Fine, but if we’re going to do the thing, can I have my jeans?”
“They’re under the blanket.”
I lifted the blanket and found them. I pulled my panties out of the pocket and slid into them then pulled the jeans up over them. Feeling slightly less vulnerable I got up and sat next to him cross legged. Staring at the fire instead of him.
“Okay, you go.”
I wanted him to be the one to start. I could predict what he was going to say. That it was the circumstances. The tension that’s always there between us. I should have stopped him. That would piss me off.
Which was good because if I was pissed off by what he said, then I couldn’t be hurt. There had to be zero chance I would cry over this. Zero!
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.
Only he didn’t say anything. Instead, he was looking at me like he couldn’t figure out what was going through my head.
“Liv, what do you think I’m going say?”
I huffed. “That you regret what happened. That it only happened because we’re stuck here. That our anger morphed and took over our hormones temporarily. All the standard stuff to let me know what we did was wrong and it can never happen again.”
“Wrong? Did that feel wrong to you?”
“That’s not fair. You can’t make me answer something honestly when you’re about to dump all over it.”
Because I didn’t really want to dump on the most amazing sex I’d ever had. It was like eating oatmeal every day for breakfast. It’s good. It’s fine. It’s steady. Then someone hands you bacon and you’re like, oh yeah, this is what I’ve been missing my whole life.
“Dump all… Olivia, what we did was fucking spectacular. You think I’m going to dump on th
e best sexual experience of my life? Fuck that. I don’t regret it. I sure as hell know there was nothing temporary about my hormones, and that last part, about it not happening again… Yeah, you’re going to have to rethink that.”
I blinked. “I am?”
He smiled. “Oh yeah, you are.”
8
Ark
Dump on it? Regret it? I swear there were times I had no idea what was going on in her head. I pulled the rabbit out from being directly over the flames so it could cool before we dug in.
Meanwhile, we still had to have the conversation I’d been dreading since she woke up.
“Olivia, what we need to talk about is what I did. I fucked you bare. Came inside you twice.”
And fucking loved it. I didn’t mention that part. It seemed a little inconsiderate. Never having not worn a condom before, I wasn’t prepared for how crazy it would make me. How desperate I would be to finish inside her. Or maybe that was Olivia. All I knew was that when I saw my cum leaking out over my dick, I tapped into that hard-core caveman mentality.
Feed woman.
Fuck woman.
Make baby with woman.
“Oh. That.”
“Yeah that. You should know I’m clean.”
“I know,” she said. “Cal told me he makes you guys get tested regularly. Please don’t make me tell you how long it’s been since I had sex because it’s a little embarrassing, but I’m clean, too.”
“Birth control?” I asked tentatively as if by dragging it out, I might get an answer I wasn’t expecting.
She swallowed and shook her head.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Olivia. I’m so sorry…I was out of my head and I know that’s not an excuse but…I’m sorry.”
“It’s not just on you, Noah. It’s on me, too. I knew I wasn’t. But you could expect a woman my age to be on it. Hell, if for no other reason than I do work as single woman among all men. I just…I don’t know. Because I wasn’t having sex, I didn’t really think about it. And my mother has all these concerns about the risk of cancer when being on the pill too long.”
