The Cabin Escape: Back On Fever Mountain 1

by Melissa Devenport

  He walked slowly around the living room while Amanda disappeared into the small room off to the right. Her paintings were beautiful. Jason hadn’t seen them before. She hadn’t offered to show them to him and he hadn’t wanted to intrude on her privacy by asking. He’d wondered though, what her art would be like.

  As his eyes caught on a painting she’d done, a smaller piece, probably sixteen by twenty, of his cabin in the woods, he knew she was good. Even in the dim light he could tell that the painting looked more like a photograph. The realistic details, the skill, it was all there.

  He blinked. He wasn’t sure why but he hadn’t been expecting classic pieces. Abstract, modern stuff maybe.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” Amanda emerged wearing a light gray sweater. He could already smell the bug spray.

  “You’re supposed to bomb outside if you’re going to wear that.”

  She hesitated for a second. “Oh. I suppose you’re right.” She flushed prettily and Jason swallowed hard.

  He had to turn and beat a hasty retreat before he grabbed Amanda and threw her on the small, beat up couch or picked her up and carried her off to her bedroom.

  She caught up with him outside. She didn’t ask him why he needed the escape. He saw, from the glint in her eyes, that she already knew. She slipped her hand through his and he led the way through the darkened woods.

  He knew the path off by heart and he carefully guided Amanda down the silver moonlit dappled trail. He steadied her when he needed to, steered her away from raised tree roots and jutting stones.

  Finally they came to the clearing. If it was a beautiful spot in the daytime, by night it was extraordinary. The moon’s silver glow played off the water’s inky black, pristine surface. The grass looked softer in the night, with the shadows playing over it.

  He released Amanda’s hand and sat down on that lush bed of green. The night was still warm and there was almost no breeze. He lay back and sprawled out, staring overhead at the vast sea of twinkling stars shimmering in their blanket of purple blackness.

  Amanda slowly sat then lay back, copying his motions. She too looked at the stars. He turned to watch her face as she stared at those twinkling beacons so very far away. Wonderment and rapture flickered over her features. She looked completely vulnerable in that moment, her guard down, his to protect and… love, if it was possible.

  Jason shifted onto his side. He reached out and set his hand gently on her cheek. He caressed the angle of it, the tender, silky slope. Her eyes fluttered closed and a whispered breath escaped her parted lips. He leaned into her, his hand guiding her face to his.

  His mouth slanted over hers, already hot and wanting and ragged with need. Her lips were the perfect fit and fullness. They moved, so alive under his. He nipped at her bottom lip, catching it gently between his teeth and her answering mewling whimper sent an erotic jolt right to his cock. It was already hard but the sounds Amanda made, her scent, the feel of her skin, god, just the sight of her, never failed to take him to new heights of primitive need.

  Amanda ground against him, her hands sliding over his shirt, fumbling with buttons while his own hands roved over her dress. He cupped her breast through the thin cotton, found the nipple and squeezed gently before he lowered his head and took the hard bud into his mouth. He suckled her right through her clothing, his animal need taking over.

  She whimpered again, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her pelvis swiveled as her hips ground into him on raw instinct. He somehow managed to reach down and grab the hem of her dress, which had ridden up anyway. He pulled it up higher, shifting it around her waist. He was going to rake it up high, to touch and explore her like that, but the need to see her, to truly look at her outlined in the silvery glow of the moonlight, was so much greater.

  “Stand up,” he commanded breathlessly. “Take your clothing off.”

  Her eyes glistened, half hazy with passion, but there was a spark of amusement there too. “Only if you take yours off as well.”

  “Of course. Nice as it would be, I’m not planning on just looking at you.”

  Her face flushed pink with embarrassment and awareness. She stood slowly on the grassy bank and glanced towards the creek. Like some sensual goddess she shed her thin sweater. Jason watched, every single movement she made echoed in his aching groin. He’d never seen a woman so effortlessly sexy.

  Amanda’s hands skimmed over her shoulders. She slowly slid down the straps of her dress and stood a little self-consciously, as it pooled at her waist. She recovered a second later, her shyness fleeing. Her hands, those glorious, shapely hands, slid the dress over her hips, taking her panties with it. She stepped from the pile of fabric at her ankles.

  It wasn’t just the stars overhead that were awe inspiring. Amanda stood, like a vision, before him. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and the thrill of his enraptured gaze.

  He wished he had the control to drag this out. To just stare up at her glorious curves. He wanted that moment to last for the rest of his life. To remember Amanda, always like this, the moonlight in her flaxen hair, spilling over her shoulders and over her breasts. The hard, little pink buds of her nipples, hardened with arousal, not chill. The round globes of her generous breasts, her narrow waist and flat stomach, the gentle curve of her hips and those long, shapely legs. God, she was so beautiful it actually hurt to breathe.

  He stood slowly, hardly aware of what he was doing. Though his fingers felt wooden, Jason slowly worked at the buttons Amanda hadn’t already undone. He shed his shirt and her eyes widened as the moonlight licked over his bare chest. He liked the way she looked at him. With all the awe and desire in the world, but there was something else there besides purely physical need. She looked at him like she cherished him. Like no other man in the world existed.

  His jeans went next. They ended up in a heap in the grass next to Amanda’s dress and sweater. They faced each other, the cadence of their breathing hard and rugged.

  “Come here,” Jason demanded thickly.

  Amanda obeyed. She closed the distance and stood before him, unafraid, every inch the sensual goddess she was born to be.

  He nearly groaned as he reached out, wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled her into him. She melted against him. He bent his head and claimed her warm, exotic mouth in a hard kiss while his other hand came between them. She stole his breath as her tongue slipped into his mouth, finding his. Their teeth clashed once, with the force of their passion.

  She moaned low in her throat and he captured the sound, tasted her pleasure as he slipped his finger through her already slick pussy. He caressed her eagerly, drowning in her wetness. Her hips swiveled against his hand, grinding into the pressure he created as he circled gently over her clit, her lips, her entrance.

  “Do it,” she groaned, breaking the kiss.

  Jason nearly died. Did she know how sexy she was, asking him for pleasure? Commanding him in her husky, erotic voice?

  He circled her clit again, applying just the sweetest amount of pressure. Amanda whimpered and her eyes closed. Her lips parted in rapture. He skimmed back over to her entrance and she bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her pelvis ground hard into his hand as he slipped his finger inside her tight, wet heat.

  Her muscles clenched around him as he thrust gently. He reached up with his thumb and slowly caressed her clit at the same time and she gasped, her hips straining into his touch.

  “Come for me Amanda,” Jason said huskily. She was already so close. He could feel her muscles tightening around him. He thrust again, a little harder, filling her up to his knuckle while he caressed the tight bud of her clit.

  Her mouth parted. There were little white crescents on her bottom lip where her teeth had sunk in. She threw back her head and shattered around him. Her little cries of pleasure filled the night, echoed through the dark woods behind them and across the creek.

  Jason watched it all. He felt it all. The tight spasms that gripped his finger as he moved inside of her, the
waves of pleasure that washed over her face, the moans that were torn from her throat as she found ecstasy, while overhead, the stars watched.

  He’d always been so afraid of this. Of intimacy. Of truly connecting with another person. Of sex being more than just a physical joining. In truth, he was still afraid. Deathly afraid of the feelings Amanda stirred inside of him, of having her and ever losing her, of there ever being a time when the perfection he felt in that moment no longer existed.

  Chapter 10

  The Sweetest Dance

  He was pulling away. Amanda opened her eyes and she could tell that Jason was going somewhere else, somewhere inside of himself.

  “No,” she whispered. She reached up and caressed his face. “Stay here with me. Right here, right now. We have everything.”

  Surprisingly her whispered words, her voice husky with spent passion and renewed desire, brought him back. His eyes found her face and he allowed a small smile.

  “That’s better. Stay here with me because I want you to take me. On the ground. From behind.”

  Jason’s face changed, a wash of hot desire parting his lips. “I have a better idea.” He kissed her briefly before he pulled back. “I want you on top. In control. I want to watch you as you come again. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world.”

  A hot rush of heat flooded her cheeks and lower, a hard wave of molten desire spread up her thighs, making her legs weak. She knew how ready she was, how creamy and wet. Droplets of moisture pooled and slid down her thighs. She wanted Jason all over her. Covering her, using her, fucking her, harder and harder until they both saw stars. She wanted him in her mouth, his mouth on hers, taking her nipples, suckling her and nipping at her body.

  His hunger for her was obvious in his stance. The moonlight reflected off his carved muscles. The black ink of his tattoos almost glowed. A chanced gaze into his blue eyes. Yes, he wanted her. The raw need there was plain to see. His hands curled around her waist, guiding her down to the ground on top of him.

  Her pulse hammered hard. His masculine scent rose up around her, tickling her nose as she leaned against him and tucked her face into his neck. His skin was so very warm and soft there, the one part of him that wasn’t all carved granite or ridged from hard work. She loved the fresh scent of trees and earth, of male sweat and heady desire.

  The length of his erection pressed into her belly. She could feel the pulsing of it already, so hard and full, waiting to be buried inside of her. Though she’d just had him she felt completely famished. Her hand brushed over his touch, caressing the soft smattering of hair.

  Jason groaned and the sound was a straight aphrodisiac. “Take my cock in your hand and guide me inside of you. Slowly. I want you to fill yourself slowly and fill every single inch.”

  Though his heady words swam through her brain, Amanda laughed softly. “I thought I was supposed to be the one in control.”

  His fingers closed around the sleek, round globe of her breast in response. He squeezed gently before his fingers caressed the hardened peak of her nipple. A thousand shards of pleasure rippled through her body and she whimpered wantonly.

  “You are in control. Even if I’m telling you what I want.”

  She nearly shivered at the thought of being the one to dominate this huge man, to be the one to take Jason fully out of control, to the point of no return and bring him back.

  Jason’s cock throbbed against her belly. Amanda felt a burgeoning rush of power sweep over her as she circled her hand around the thick shaft. He was warm, the skin like satin over the rigid steel underneath.

  She did as he said and guided him between her legs. She rose up on her knees, his massive legs tucked between her spread hips. She held him there, not that he needed any help, and slowly, as he’d instructed, sunk down an inch. The thick head penetrated her pussy, sliding in easily as she was soaking wet. She closed her eyes, threw back her head and moaned at the exotic pressure he created in her stomach, her thighs, the rest of her body.

  She sunk down another inch. She could feel the tremors in Jason’s legs as he fought hard to remain in control. Her eyes flickered open and she watched the warring emotions play over his face. Nothing, nothing in her life made her feel more powerful than the fact that she was the one giving this man pleasure. All his incredible strength was underneath her, bowing to her. She finally understood what it meant when people said that women had a secret power all of their own.

  Jason’s hands closed around her hips. His eyes didn’t open, but he guided her, pulled her down slowly as his fingers bit into her flesh in the sweetest bruising way.

  “God, Jason,” she panted as he sank the rest of the way into her. She took him deeper than she ever had before, opening for him, taking the entire length of his massive cock right to the hilt.

  She didn’t need him to tell her to move. She swiveled her hips in a slow, burning grind that brought stars dancing before her vision. Jason’s hips bucked under hers. The heat of him inside of her increased, burning in a dazzling pattern of lightning and friction, of delicious tight pressure and white hot heat.

  His hands slipped lower, going from her hips to her ass. He cupped the rounded swell of her flesh, helping her grind herself against balls as his own pelvis reared up and slammed into hers. He withdrew, lifting her off as easily, before guiding her back down to fill herself up yet again.

  He continued the onslaught, pistoning hard below her, guiding her with his hands, grinding her, filling her, pumping wildly and rhythmically in turns.

  Amanda lifted her hand to her hair. She wrapped her fingers in the silken mass as she rode Jason. She didn’t need to tell her body what to do. Her natural instincts took over. Her thighs trembled and her sensitive breasts jarred hard with every single movement. Her entire body came alive until she was floating, floating up into those stars that they’d come out to watch.

  Her climax burst over her sharp and hot, harder than she’d ever remembered feeling it. She cried out her pleasure to the stars, to the inky black sky above, to the tree tops and the whispering wind, the softly sloughing grass and the meandering creek.

  She was still riding high, tumbling on waves of hard, hot pleasure when Jason gripped her hips and lifted her away. She nearly cried out in protest, at the feel of him being taken so cruelly from her body when she still trembled for him and craved him, but he shifted her, guided her down.

  Her eyes flew open and she watched his large hand curl over his cock. He caressed it once, twice, smearing his juices and her own before he guided her mouth to him. She took him eagerly, savoring the sharp tang of her own musk and the more masculine, overriding taste that overrode it all.

  She took his thickness to the back of her throat, suckling him eagerly, until he pulled back a fraction. His body clenched hard right before he started to shake. The host bursts of his climax poured over her tongue, salty and earthy. Amanda’s heart pounded rapidly as she drank him down. She’d never done this for him before. Never once had she taken him like this. She loved it. Loved the taste of him, the intimacy of the act, the way he trembled underneath of her and in her mouth.

  He eventually pulled away, the aftershocks of what they’d just done still coursing through them both. Her body convulsed against his, sweetly, a little painfully. It was a soreness she’d never get tired of.

  Jason shifted, wrapping her up in his strong embrace. His arms closed around her, fitted her against him so her bottom pressed into his pelvis.

  “I thought we were supposed to be watching the stars,” she whispered, staring across the clearing to the woods beyond.

  “I would rather watch you.”

  His words were honest without any of the humor she expected. Amanda closed her eyes. They hardly knew each other, but this felt so right. All of it. Even if she knew nothing else for sure, she knew, with certainty, that this was the only place she wanted to be in the entire world.

  Chapter 11

  Contentment

  Lost.

  That�
�s what he was. Lost in a sea of blackness, contentedness, the stars overhead, the creek off into the distance, the wind rustling the trees. Heaven. He was in heaven with Amanda in his arms, the warmth of her curves pressed into the solid ridges of his body.

  “Tell me something, Jason. Something I don’t know about you.” Her softly whispered words cut right through the languid stillness in his head.

  He breathed out a rush of warmth air into the crook of her neck. What could he possibly tell her about a past that he wanted to protect her from? A past that would poison the beauty and stillness of the moment? Nothing. There was nothing he wanted her to know.

  Instead he chose to deflect the question. “Tell me something about you first. I want to know how you grew up.”

  “Oh.” Her voice sounded a little sad and he tensed, immediately regretting the question. “I grew up in a small town. A couple hours from here. My mom was a single parent. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters. We kind of had some land, but only because it was cheap. We didn’t do anything with it. Farm it or have animals or anything. My mom was, well is, I guess, an amazing artist. I guess that’s where I get any of my talent from, if you can call it that.”

  “I would definitely call it that.” He felt her embarrassment and waited for her to continue. It was hard, talking like this without seeing her face, but perhaps learning to listen to another’s emotions was a skill he should cultivate.

  “She encouraged me to go into arts at college when everyone else said it was a waste of time. She always believed in me. I moved out when I was eighteen, into a dorm at college. I started my first year and that’s… uh, when I met Phil. It all happened so fast. He was rich, smooth, sophisticated I guess. I’m only telling you this because my mom found out who his family was. They’re not the nicest of people. She warned me against getting involved with them. She told me that if I decided to move in with Phil that I wasn’t welcome at home. I had to make my choice. Of course, being young and naive, I chose Phil. I got engaged a year later and moved in with him. He gave me an allowance so I could quit working. I don’t think he even really wanted me to finish college, but he paid for that too and I was adamant that I wanted to finish. I haven’t spoken to or seen my mom in almost four years.”