by Ivy Jordan
I was mortified when I looked down, realizing I was wearing white cotton briefs that were anything but flattering. I must not have a man, if I did, I couldn’t imagine wearing underwear that nearly reached my belly button. I giggled nervously as I contemplated my next move. I knew I couldn’t lift myself and was going to need help in and out of the tub. If I lifted my leg that high to get in, it would certainly send me toppling over in pain. But, then again, if I let him help me, he’d see me and everything I had—or didn’t have.
“I’ll be a gentleman, I promise,” he smirked with a foolish twinkle in his eyes.
“I bet,” I scoffed, chuckling at his attempted scrupulousness.
“I promise,” he reiterated with a serious tone. His blue eyes melted into mine, and that smile beneath the scruff of his overgrown and shaggy goatee melted my anxiety away.
“Okay. I’ll need help in and out of the tub too, so you’re gonna see stuff,” I joked.
“Stuff?” he questioned playfully, his eyes widening and eyebrows reaching towards his hairline.
“You know what I mean,” I giggled.
He lifted me once again, and this time his rough hands slid along my hips as he pulled down my panties. When he sat me back down, my bare ass twitched against the coldness of the toilet seat, causing him to chuckle. “Cold?”
I smirked nervously, grateful he was looking into my eyes and not between my legs as he slid my panties down my legs and off my feet. “Okay, let’s get you in the tub before your water gets cold,” he leaned over, lifting me up from the cold seat and against his warm chest. His goatee tickled my face as he held me up, and the scent of the musk and birch tickled my nipples with inappropriate thoughts. “I’m going to lift you up and then into the tub,” he directed his movements.
I let out a long exhale of surprise as he scooped my legs from the floor and into his arms. He cradled me like a child, his hand resting on my ass cheek, and his eyes I caught resting on my breasts. I closed my eyes, hating that this was turning me on so badly, and soon felt the warmth of the water surrounding my aching body.
“Is it too hot, too cold?” he asked.
“It’s perfect.”
Chapter Seven
Xander
Holy shit! She was perfect. Her body glistened under the candle light and crystal clear bath water. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. This woman had gotten to me—I knew that already. Now, with her lying naked in my tub, staring up at me with hungry green eyes, there was no denying my attraction.
My inner demons battled against one another, one telling me it was natural, the other telling me it was wrong. She wasn’t in her right mind. She didn’t even remember her own name, but I knew she felt it too, at least I think she did.
I reached into the water, causing her to shudder as my hand gripped her leg. “I’m just elevating this,” I reassured her, placing her ankle on the edge of the tub.
Her long red hair fell over the side of the tub as she sunk into the water, looking relaxed and satisfied by its warmth. I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out to touch it. It had been so long since I’d touched a woman, and I had no idea how badly I missed it until right in the moment her silky strands rolled through my fingers.
“You want some help washing your hair?” I asked reluctantly.
She turned to look at me, her face displaying an emotion I was incapable of reading.
“I-uh, I mean I just thought it would be awkward for you is all,” I stammered, feeling like that nineteen-year-old kid in the strip club getting his first lap dance.
“Thank you,” she smiled, lifting herself up from the water and scooting down the tub.
I pushed her hair into the water, and then reached for the plastic pitcher I kept on the floor to rinse my own mane when bathing. Her eyes closed as I filled the pitcher with her bath water, giving me an opportunity to scan her body freely without fear of being caught. Fuck, my dick was pressing against my jeans so hard it hurt.
I soaked her hair and then lathered the shampoo through it, using my fingers to massage her scalp and cause her to moan with pleasure. My dick twitched against my jeans, begging to be let out. I took a deep breath, willed the erection to calm, and started rinsing the suds from the red locks.
Soap clouded the water, leaving my eyes disappointed, but my dick relieved, but only for a moment. “Do you have a razor?” she asked.
My eyes widened at her request, knowing she’d need assistance with at least one leg, if not both. I rose up from the floor, grabbed the razor from the sink, and quickly handed it to her. “Do you mind?” she asked.
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to. I nodded like an idiot, taking the razor back from her, and reached for the soap to lather up her smooth flesh.
Bailey rested against the back of the tub, trusting me with the sharp tool to remove the soft hairs growing from her legs. I wasn’t an expert, but to me, it appeared she hadn’t shaved in a while from the lack of hard stubble. Maybe she didn’t have a man. My dick twitched again as I pulled the razor up her leg with a slow, steady stroke.
I gave her other leg the same treatment, leaving her skin smooth and silky when finished. “You need anything else shaved?” I smirked, twirling the razor between two fingers like a pistol.
She laughed, lifting my soul from the deep, dark place it had been for so long and bringing it closer to my heart. “I can handle that,” she grinned, snatching the razor from me.
“I’ll be outside. Yell when you need help out,” I gloated and quickly made my way out of the room before she could notice the bulge in my jeans.
My head spun like a helicopter blade as I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom. What had gotten into me? This was our fourth day, going on fourth night together, stuck in this small cabin. Maybe it was cabin fever and nothing else.
Her sweet voice rolled from the bathroom after twenty minutes, asking me to help her out. I rubbed the front of my jeans, ensuring my erection had diminished before walking inside. I held up a large towel by tucking it under my chin, and then leaned down to lift her from the water. Her body dripped with suds as I pushed the towel around her body, leaning her into my chest. She balanced herself using me and the wall as I lifted her into my arms. Her warmth, her freshly cleaned scent, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest had my emotions flying to places they’d never been, places I never thought they could go.
I didn’t want to put her down, but I knew she’d become leery if I just carried her in my arms until the storm ended. I carefully placed her on the couch, and then stepped back to admire her with a smile. “I’ll find you some clean clothes,” I offered, leaving her on the couch to continue drying herself.
I pulled out the smallest pair of sweat pants and matching sweat shirt I could find, along with some warm socks. She slipped the sweatshirt over her head without my help, refusing to put back on the bra. “That thing was a death trap. I have no idea how you got it loose so easily,” she chuckled.
I offered up a proud smirk, carrying on the bluff that I was some sort of love master. I was far from it. Women terrified the hell out of me. Not that I hadn’t been with women before; I’d been with plenty. Sex wasn’t so scary—it was everything else. What came after sex…that was what scared me about women.
“Let me help you,” I chimed in, kneeling to my knees in front of her as she struggled with the sweat pants.
Her cheeks were bright red as I gripped her sore ankle carefully and slid the material over her foot. As I moved to her other leg, I caught a quick glimpse of the sweet flesh between her legs. She’d shaved, not entirely, but trimmed rather nicely. Her pink pussy spread open, just enough for the pink to torture my cock as I slid the jogging pants up her legs. I lifted her so she could pull them around her hips, and then let her settle into the couch.
“The heat helped my hip,” she proclaimed, squirming in her seat. “I think it’s just a bad bruise that’ll be just fine,” she added cheerfully.
I was glad to hear it wasn’t broken. I knew, even though I hadn’t told her, that a break like that could set up infection without proper treatment. “Good,” I smiled.
The front of my jeans was still tight, too tight to stand around here staring at Bailey. “I’m gonna chop more wood before it gets too late,” I mumbled, quickly grabbing my coat, gloves, and hat, and headed for the front door.
The snow blew in from every direction as I grabbed five logs from the stack under my deck. I pulled the radio from my pocket and turned it on. The weather man gave news of more storms, more snow, and more cold. I was certain Bailey was going to be disappointed. I could barely see to aim the axe, but managed to get three of the logs split into quarters before my hands started to go numb. The coldness ridded my crippling erection, and I knew it would take quite a bit for it to return anytime soon, so I headed back in with my load.
Inside, Bailey was already moved into the bed. She was snuggled up against the headboard, the blankets pulled to her neck. She held a book in her hand, one that I didn’t recognize. “What are you reading?” I asked.
She shrugged, turned the book over, and looked at the cover. “It’s a romance novel. I didn’t take you for that type of reader,” she teased.
“I’m not. Where did it come from?” I questioned.
“In that basket, under the last blanket I pulled out,” she pointed to the basket in the corner of the room.
“Okay. That was here when I moved in. A lot of the furnishings were left behind,” I explained, not wanting her to think I read romance novels.
“Sure,” she teased with a smile.
“Seriously, do I look like the kind of guy that reads romance novels?” I shook my head.
Bailey flipped the book over, showing me the cover. A long haired man with an open silk shirt and rippled chest held a small-waisted woman in his arms. Some imaginary wind blew his golden locks so they flowed from his shoulders, while the woman’s hair remained perfectly in place. “You look like the kind of man romance novels are written about,” she purred.
Fuck. It didn’t take long for my cock to thaw out and start to swell. “Wow,” I howled, unable to remove the frozen smile from my face. “I wanted to let you know, the weather is getting worse. May take longer than expected to get you outta here,” I warned, changing the subject before my dick exploded.
She didn’t react the way I’d thought. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and her eyes seemed indifferent to the news.
“I’m really sorry that you’re stuck all the way out here,” I apologized.
“Don’t be. I’m actually starting to enjoy it,” she chirped.
“Really? You like being away from everything, and everyone, eh?” I chuckled, amused by the fact she may be more like me than she realized, than either of us realized.
“I’m not away from everyone,” she flirted. Holy shit, was she really flirting?
“Oh yeah, stuck here with me, that’s a blast,” I coughed.
“There’s only one thing that could make it more enjoyable.” Bailey’s eyes batted as her lips curled into a crooked smile.
“What’s that?” I choked out, swallowing hard to rid the lump growing in my throat.
“You, snuggling up in this bed with me,” she cooed.
Wow!
Chapter Eight
Bailey
My cheeks instantly flushed with heat. What had I just said? I’d never been so bold before, had I? It didn’t feel like something I would say, but I did. Xander’s smile widened across his cheeks, and his own shade of pink swarmed his face. I wanted to duck under the blankets, to hide in the darkness until he walked away, leaving me with my embarrassment, but I couldn’t take my eyes from his.
“You don’t think I’ll hurt you?” he questioned, his voice filled with concern.
I shook my head slowly, the heat creating a pain in my cheeks as it grew. I lifted the blanket, inviting him to snuggle in beside me as I squirmed to give him room.
A low chuckle rolled from his throat, escaping through his full lips. I watched eagerly as he slid in beside me. His body was warm, his scent musky and masculine, and his arms strong as they pulled me into his chest. He didn’t wait for another invitation, kissing me quickly, almost nervously before either of us could speak. I was grateful, feeling the urge to ramble, to giggle, to say something, anything. His lips pressed against mine, whiskey flavored his tongue as it slid into my mouth, skillfully stroking against mine. A tingle released between my legs, exploded through my breasts, and caused me to let out a moan into his mouth. His hands were searching my body, slowly sliding against my curves, squeezing the muscles of my upper thigh, my buttocks, and then working back to my waist. My back arched, pushing my breasts towards his hard chest. The friction of my nipples against the roughness of his shirt stirred another moan. This time, he stopped. His mouth pulled from mine, his eyes pressed heavily onto me as his face filled with concern. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
I giggled. “No,” I replied softly. The bath helped ease most of my pain, and the passion rolling through my body eased the rest. “It feels good,” I mumbled.
Concern left his eyes, leaving them filled with only desire as they stared down onto me. Xander fumbled in the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a foil package that he quickly opened. As he worked to place the condom onto his hard cock, I lifted my mouth to his, pressing our lips together, searching for the flavor of aged whiskey on his tongue once again.
Xander’s hands roamed freely along my body, this time with more aggression. His palms cupped my buttocks, squeezing gently as he pulled me into his erection. The sensation of his hard member against my thigh caused me to let out a sigh, letting my head fall back against my shoulders, and our mouths separated.
The jogging pants that Xander was so kind to allow me to wear were now being pulled from my body, the chill of the room licking at my heated flesh. His mouth pressed into my neck, his lips sucking my sensitive skin into his lips as the cool cabin air nipped at my legs. I hadn’t put on any panties after my bath, leaving my pink flesh exposed as the fleece pants fell to the floor beside the bed. His hand was warm and inviting as it ran up my leg. My body squirmed against his, pushing my throbbing cunt towards his hand. The roughness of his fingers against my soft flesh made me groan with excitement. Slowly, one finger slid between my pussy lips, gliding through the juices that freely flowed, slippery, effortlessly and creating a friction that drove me wild. I wanted this man, whoever he was. This kind man, my hero, the scruffy loner that lived on top of the mountain with no neighbors, I wanted him badly.
My hand reached between us, gripping his hard cock through the thick denim he wore. He let out a sigh and slowly inserted the finger he teased me with into my warm cunt. I worked feverishly to unfasten his button and zipper, freeing the large member that pushed against the denim into my petite hand. My fingers stretched to reach around his erection, barely clasping. I couldn’t remember ever feeling such a large cock in my hand, but then again, there was little I did remember.
Xander’s finger pushed into me, slowly at first, and then with a quick pace as I stroked him. My fingers slid to the tip of his cock, playfully gliding through the slippery pre cum. I wondered how long it had been since he was with a woman, or for that matter, how long it had been since I’d been with a man. I was sure I’d never been with a man like Xander, scruff, rough, and so masculine.
His eyes, piercing blue, stared into my soul in silence as our hands continued to pleasure one another. Any thoughts that ran through my mind were gone instantly, leaving me with only his image. Long shaggy brownish blonde hair fell from the sides of his scruffy face. His goatee dangled from his chin, and his mustache curled at each end. His skin was rough and tanned from spending so much time outdoors I presumed, and his eyes had tiny lines on the side like crow’s feet that made him look older, even though I knew he couldn’t be much older than me.
My heartbeat sped up, my breathing became irregular and labored, a
nd my body tingled with desire as his finger slid from between my legs. His hand pushed my shirt up and over my head, exposing my full breasts to his hungry eyes. He lowered his mouth, sucking my left nipple between his lips, tugging gently, but hard enough to make me squeal out into the quiet room. My hand released from his cock, quickly copying his move and pushing his t-shirt from his body. His chest was smooth, his abs rippled into a delicious six-pack, and a small patch of hair, just as muddy colored as what was on his head, laid perfectly centered on his chest.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly.
His eyes were so blue they made me feel as though I was lost in the clouds. “Yes,” I whispered, reaching back down between us to warm my hand with his cock once again.
His lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleamed, and a sigh, one I assumed was of relief, fell from his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he added.
I shook my head slightly, my own grin growing on my face. “You won’t,” I replied, not entirely certain I believed that statement.
My hand stretched around his cock, feeling the girth of his manhood as he rolled towards me, and then atop of me. His weight, even though only slightly resting on me, caved my chest, warmed my entire body, and sent wild tingles of excitement through my breasts.
I stroked him, watching his eyes close, and his lips part with each movement, a delicious image. “You’re beautiful,” he gasped, opening his eyes to mine. My hand released, sliding up his side. His muscles were tight, toned, and felt like ripples beneath my fingers as they strummed upward on his body.
His cock rested between my legs, my pussy throbbing in anticipation. Our eyes locked, and with a smooth, skillful motion, he was inside of me, deep inside. My body melted against the mattress as his body pinned me beneath him. Moans of excitement rolled from my throat as his hard cock widened my pussy, stretching it to accommodate his large member. My fingers dug into the flesh of his back, pushing into the muscles that flexed with each thrust.
