by Madison Faye
I screamed as he grabbed me — strong, powerful hands effortlessly hoisting me off the ground with a roar. I screamed again as he tore the bottle from my hand and swung me over his muscled, broad shoulder. His foot slammed back, kicking the door shut and trapping me in here with him before he suddenly marched across the room and tossed me down onto the couch in front of the fireplace.
I gasped, lashing out with my foot and catching him right between the legs. The man roared, swearing fiercely and grabbing his crotch before he lunged for me. I screamed once more as his powerful hands grabbed my ankles, holding them fast in his iron grip as he stood towering above me. Piercing, fierce, haunting blue eyes burned right into me.
“Do not fucking do that again.”
His rough, velvety voice was honeyed baritone — like whiskey and wood — and I could feel his words melting into me. Those fierce eyes pierced right into me, sending a shiver through my body as he stood over me, his broad, muscled shoulders heaving.
My eyes landed on the whiskey bottle, which he’d set back on the table. I made a lunge for it, but the man swore as he shoved me back onto the couch and yanked the bottle away.
“Okay, and this is for drinking, not smacking me in the fucking head with!”
He glared at me, his teeth flashing under the scruff of his chiseled jaw. He turned and strode across the room, slamming the bottle onto the mantle above the fireplace before turning.
And then suddenly, he began to tear his hat and jacket off.
“What are you—”
I went white when he reached down and yanked his t-shirt off, baring a grooved, hardened, tattooed, and muscled chest as he peeled it over his head and threw it away. His muscles twitched and bulged in the low light, every hard line and gorgeous groove of his body rippling as he moved back towards me. He kicked his boots off, and when his hands moved to his belt, my whole body froze.
“Please, wait, what are you—”
His pants dropped, and when he kicked them away and moved towards me, I could feel the shiver trembling through me. The rough, scary, muscled stranger stalked towards me in just his tight black boxer briefs. Every muscle in his perfect body curled and rippled like he was a lion stalking his prey. I felt frozen, my heart beating a million miles an hour in my chest and my eyes wide as he moved closer and closer, until he was towering almost naked above my almost naked body.
I screamed as I lunged off the couch. But his hand caught me fast, and suddenly, I was over his shoulder again. I screamed again, my bare skin across his broad, hot, rippling shoulder muscles as he strode across the room.
“Let go of me!” I screeched, beating on his broad, hardened back with my fists, which didn’t even seem to phase him. I could smell the scent of him — all woodsy and manly, and I hated that I could feel my body react to it. I hated that those damn pheromones of his sunk their hooks right into me, sending shivers of feelings through my body that were entirely inappropriate for what was happening to me.
My knee jerked up, catching him in the chest, but he only grunted before suddenly, he hauled me off his shoulder and tossed me through the air. I shrieked until I came down in a heap across something soft.
A bed.
Oh God…
Chapter 5
Braun
“Who are you!” she screamed at me, kicking at me and trying to back away from me until her back came up against the metal bars of the bed frame. She yanked the covers up, covering that sweet, tasty little body of hers, and making the beast inside of me roar at the injustice of it.
“Who am I?” I growled, stalking over her and reaching for the covers. She tried to hold tight, but I was much stronger than her, and I easily jerked them out of her grasp. She gasped, her hands trying to cover up those sweet, curvy tits and that thin piece of lace barely covering what I was willing to bet was a pussy that tasted like a fuckin’ candy cane.
“Who am I?” I growled, scowling at my gorgeous little invader. My cock was bulging obscenely at the front of my briefs, and I think the only reason she didn’t see it was that she was too busy staring heated daggers at my eyes.
I liked that look. I liked that fierceness, and that wild will to throw it right back at me, even when I had her nearly naked and in my damn bed.
“Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing on my mountain?”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
I shook my head, yanking the covers back and then slinking onto the bed next to her before pulling them over us both.
She started to scream.
“Stop it,” I growled fiercely, grabbing her wrists as her fists started to rain down on my face and chest. I shoved her arms back easily, pinning them both above her head with one hand as I moved over her. She screamed again and again, piercing my eardrums as I slowly covered her soft, supple body with my hardened, chiseled, bigger one.
“Enough!” I finally barked, loudly. She went quiet.
“There’s no one for miles in any direction to hear you, and what I’m trying to do is keep you warm!”
“I’m fine!” she snapped. Her knee came up hard, dangerously close to my balls, and I snarled as I shoved her knees apart and pinned them down with my own.
She panted, her chest heaving with that fire and that fight as she strained against me. I groaned inside, feeling the way her soft little body writhed against me — the way I could feel her rock-hard nipples grazing over my chest through her thin lacy bra, and the way I could feel the soft, tempting, hot little patch between her legs pushing against my throbbing hard cock.
“You’re freezing is what you are,” I growled, settling my body over hers.
“I am not!”
“You are, and so am I,” I snapped. The thing was, I was actually right. She’d been out there too long in the wrong kind of clothes. She thought she was warm because it was less deathly cold in the cabin than it was out there. But stripping down out of her wet clothes was only the first step. She needed to get warmed up, or she was going to get the fever chills real soon.
And me? Well, even with being fairly used to the conditions up here, I knew I’d been close to being fucked out there. The avalanche had buried me in at least four feet of snow, and the only reason I’d been able to dig my way out was that it’d knocked me right against the side of her SUV. I dug under it and out the other side, before I’d run all the way back here, expecting to find her dead and frozen at every turn in the trail.
The fact that she’d made it here said a lot. And it also made me curious.
“Get off of me!” she hissed.
“No.”
She made a growling sound, trying vainly to pull her arms from my grasp. She bucked her hips against me, like she was trying to get me off of her. But all it did was get me fucking harder. All it did was get my blood roaring in my ears as I felt that supple little body grind against mine. I was so fucking hard, I knew she could feel every inch of it pressing hot between her legs. And she might’ve been fighting me, but there was no denying the heat I could feel under those tiny little panties.
Yeah, she could feel me alright. Good. I wanted her to.
“I’m not cold,” she spat.
“Trust me you are.”
Well, by then, she wasn’t. Not anymore. By then, under the covers and straining and writhing against my body, she was hot as a little firecracker. But by that point, warming her up wasn’t my only thought. Actually, it was barely my secondary one.
The first thought was a caveman instinct. The first thought in my head was a need to cover her body in mine — to press her into the sheets and feel that tight little body of hers writhe under me. I needed to feel those legs spread wide for me, and I fucking needed to taste those lips of hers.
I needed to have her.
It wasn’t that I’d been up here alone for too long, though I knew I had been. It wasn’t like this was just me missing a woman’s touch and going all fucking nuts with one finally under me with her hot little pussy pressed right against my
swollen cock, though I knew that was part of it.
No, what this was was her.
It made no sense. A prissy, gussied-up city girl like her should’ve been the last thing I was attracted to, even with that gorgeous face and that tight little body that was begging to be fucked. It was that whole city mindset that shoulda turned me off. Except it didn’t, and I sure as shit wasn’t. In fact, I’d never been harder. I’d never been more hooked on anything in my life. I’d thought she was beautiful when I saw her from the trees sitting in her car. But here, face-to-face, skin-to-skin, and breathing the same air like this?
Right then I knew this was everything I’d never even been looking for. A fierce, no-bullshit spirit, a fighter, and a spitfire, all wrapped up in one insanely sexy little package. Soft, tender skin, pouty lips that demanded to be claimed, and a body made for taking every thick inch of my big cock.
…And somehow, this dream girl had stepped right into my world. I didn’t even know her damn name, but right then, I wanted to know every goddamn thing about her, and then some.
Suddenly, as I watched her swallow and blink, I realized she wasn’t squirming anymore.
“I think I’m warm now,” she whispered quietly, swallowing again as those big green eyes looked up at me.
“I think you are too.”
“So…” she trailed off, and when that tongue darted out to wet her soft lips, I fucking groaned.
“So, I guess you can get off of me now.”
Not. Fucking. Likely.
I didn’t move. I didn’t even pretend to make a move. All I did was slowly lower my face, hearing her gasp as my scruffed jaw brushed her cheek and my lips teased over her earlobe.
“No,” I growled lowly into her ear.
And she whimpered.
I growled, inhaling the scent of her skin and letting that smell set my senses on fire. Fuck, she smelled like sweetness and snow. She smelled like home. I leaned in, and when my lips brushed the hollow of her neck and she whimpered again, I could’ve sworn I smelled something else too.
…Her sweet little cunt.
I could’ve sworn I could smell the arousal of her hot little mound pressing tightly and wetly against my cock through her soaked panties. I groaned, nuzzling her neck and feeling my skin fucking come alive against hers. My lips trailed over her jawline, her breasts heaving against my muscled chest in short little gasps as I moved in to claim those lips.
Something glinted, and I stopped cold. My eyes darted to her hand, and suddenly, my world dropped out from under me.
…Shit, she was married. Or maybe engaged. Fuck, I didn’t know what any of that shit meant, but I knew a ring like that meant she was someone else’s. The thought burned like a hot poker to my heart, and then it just made me fucking furious. I fuckin’ hated that some other man out there had already claimed her. I was livid that some other piece of shit had already claimed the right to take her, and put his hands on her, and taste her, and feel her shatter around him as she came.
I pulled back sharply. “You married?”
“No.” She said it quickly. Very quickly.
“Engaged then,” I growled.
“No, well…”
Her hesitation said it all. With a snarl, I pulled away from her, swinging my legs off the side of the bed.
“It’s not like that.” She said it quietly, and I felt her shift on the bed behind me, like she was moving closer.
…Like she missed the feel of our bodies touching as much as I did.
But no. Not like this. Not when she was already some other man’s. I started to stand, when suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm.
“Wait,” she whispered.
My heart jumped, and my cock lurched as I turned to lock eyes with her.
“Wait what, sweetness?”
She swallowed. “I just mean, I’m not really engaged.” Her shoulders slumped. “Look, it’s this whole stupid arranged thing, and I want nothing to do with—”
“An arranged marriage?” My brows raised. “The fuck are you, a princess?”
She blushed and shook her head. “No. Trust me, I’m not.”
“But sort of.”
She bit her lip, hiding her grin as she looked down.
“Your man—”
“Not my man,” she hissed fiercely, her eyes blazing as she locked them with mine. “It’s why I left and just jumped in the car and drove here.”
Interesting.
“The ring?”
She rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she suddenly yanked it off her hand and held it out to me.
“Yeah, they basically forced me to wear it.”
“They?”
She sighed. “My father, my mother, his family, Paul—”
“You always do what they tell you to do?”
She pursed her lips for a second, and I could tell she was about to spit something back at me, but she seemed to swallow it back.
“Well I just ran away from a dinner with both of our families after throwing wine in his face. And I stole his car.”
I laughed. Fuck, I hadn’t done that in a long time, and it felt good.
“That flashy, expensive city-car down the road?”
She bit her lip. “How’d you know about the car?”
“Because I was watching you.”
She blushed, and when she shivered, I could see her nipples hardening under her lacy bra before she hugged the covers close.
“You lost out here, sweetness?” I purred, moving closer. I reached out, tracing a finger over her jaw before I cupped it gently. “That why you’re out here in the snow?”
She frowned slightly. “No, I like coming here.”
“To Blackthorn?”
She shrugged. “To this cabin.”
This time, it was me frowning.
“This is my cabin.”
She barked out a laugh, glaring at me. “Uh, actually it’s mine.”
I mean, technically it wasn’t mine, but I felt confident that Stan would’ve wanted to see me here taking care of the place. Regardless, it sure as hell wasn’t some city-girl’s—
“It belonged to my Uncle Stan, and he gave it to me.”
My jaw dropped. Wait, what?
“So technically, yeah, this is my—”
“You’re Stan’s niece?”
“Great niece, technically.” She frowned. “Wait, how do you know Uncle Stan?”
“Afghanistan.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. Stan always said his family never knew about this place.”
“Yeah, well, I did.”
I rolled my eyes. “Look, even if you are Stan’s—”
“I am.”
She glared right at me, and damn if that look wasn’t so fuckin cute it melted my frozen heart.
“Okay, even with you being Stan’s niece—”
“Great niece.”
I glared at her, and I swear I saw her grin smugly at having pestered me with more interruptions before she hid it away.
“You’ve been here, what once? Threw a party with your friends away from the city, got a little wild before you realized you didn’t have any internet to Facebook about the whole thing so you took off?”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t know a thing about me, actually. I’m here all the time.”
“Sure,” I muttered. I imagined her coming up here with college friends, trying to play pretend like they were real woodsmen before they realized no one was going to make them fuckin’ brunch the next morning and headed home. But then, my thoughts soured. I suddenly wondered who exactly she’d fucking brought here.
“Who exactly did you come here with,” I growled.
She scowled at me. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means did you bring any fucking guys here,” I muttered, my jaw tightening and my fists clenching at the thought of literally anyone else touching her.
“No,” she shrugged. “I brought one friend a few times — she’s a girl,” she glared at me. “Aside f
rom her though, no one. Not ever. This is my special place.”
And she meant it too. I could see it in the way her eyes softened, and that look on her face. And I understood.
“Same,” I said quietly.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked around the place.
“It’s different. Since the last time I was here I mean.
“I’ve made some changes.”
“How long have you—”
“A year.”
Her jaw dropped. “A whole year?”
I smirked. “I know, I bet you’re thinking how crazy that sounds.”
“I was actually thinking how jealous I am.”
My brow went up. Damn this girl was full of surprises.
I stood from the bed, when she suddenly made a little peeping sound as her cheeks went red.
Oh, right, I was still totally rock fucking hard, and this time, she clearly hadn’t missed it.
Good.
I watched, amused as she tried and failed terribly to keep her eyes away from my thick erection. Slowly, the hunger from earlier came back with a vengeance.
“You really come here a lot, huh?”
She nodded. “Yup.”
“Prove it. Where’s the emergency radio?”
My little captive gave me a look. “Easy. Over there in the closet.”
I grinned hungrily, settling back down onto the bed with my back against the footboard, facing her with my arms crossed over my bare chest.
“Over where?”
“There.” She jabbed with her finger, and I hid the grin this time as I shrugged.
“That’s pretty vague.”
“The closet,” she muttered.
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
She blushed, giving me a curious look as I kept my eyes locked right on her.
…Yeah, she knew what I wanted.
“Show me,” I purred, my eyes locked on hers.