by Ivy Jordan
My arms felt so tight and heavy as I took the first swing. My eyes stared towards the cabin and into the window, but no sign of Bailey. I knew she was inside, probably wondering why I’d avoided her so blatantly, but it was for her own good and for the good of whoever was looking for her.
Snow started to fall in light flakes as the sky darkened above me. It was still early, but any sign of the sun was gone, and the air reflected that. Wind blew through the trees, shaking them with an eerie dance. I still hadn’t been here long enough to know everything that lurked in the woods, so I lowered my axe and listened towards the rustling. It wasn’t a familiar wind, but something else, something probably hungry on this desolate mountainside.
The bushes shook violently, causing the layered snow to fall from either side. I gripped my axe, waiting for whatever lurked towards me to leap out, but nothing. It was silent, eerily silent, and suddenly not even the wind stirred the forest surrounding me. I shook it off, figuring it may have been a bird caught in the brush, or some other small animal looking for shelter, spooked by my scent, my presence in what should be home only to the creatures that lived in the trees, and beneath the earth in holes.
I took a few more swings, splitting logs as quickly as I could position them on the stump in front of me. Axe in the air, high above my head and ready to drop down on the next log, a rustling of the same bush revealed an angry coyote, hungry and ready to fight for its territory—or possible dinner. Without time to react, the axe came down, slamming into the coyotes back as his teeth clenched onto my shoulder, tearing through the thick coat and into my skin. I fell to my back, the animal on top of me, and felt it go limp as the axe wound took effect. I rolled him from my chest, sat up, and guarded the area where he’d leaped from, my hands tightly gripped on the axe I ripped from his back. They were known to travel together, to hunt together, but this one appeared to be alone. I felt bad for the creature as I watched his blood coat the white snow, taking note of the ribs that were so visible in his empty stomach. He was hungry, probably desperate for food after enduring the storm, and young enough that he’d probably just had his first taste of the bitter cold of the mountains of Maine, and unfortunately, his last.
My grandfather taught me to lever let an animal go to waste, and to use everything, otherwise the kill was in vain. This wasn’t a planned kill, or a hunt, but I still had the responsibility of treating the animal with respect, even though he’d tried to chew through my tough shoulder. It ached, but I’d tend to that later. I walked into my shed, gathered my knives, and cleaned the coyote of his warm pelt. It would make a nice hat, maybe some furring strips for my boots, or Bailey’s when we finally decided to make it down the mountain.
Eating coyote wasn’t making me excited, but if we ended up stuck here for much longer, meat was going to be scarce. I cringed as I cleaned him out, finding my assumptions of his starvation were on target. I worked my knife along his bones, slicing any usable meat from his humble frame, and tossed it in a bucket. His carcass was going to do nothing but attract more animals, so I grabbed as shovel, and drug it deeper into the woods. I found a spot to bury him, nearly breaking my back to loosen the frozen ground.
I walked back into the house carrying the bucket and a load of wood, the felt over my shoulder. Bailey’s eyes widened as I entered, her petite frame frozen in front of me.
“What happened?” she gasped, her feet breaking free and moving her towards me.
The look in her eyes gave me a strange feeling in my gut, one I hadn’t experienced before. Her hand rested on my shoulder, gently smoothing her palm over my coat. She pulled it back, my blood on her, and her eyes filled with concern.
“It was just a hungry coyote,” I explained, shrugging it off as if it were nothing. Compared to what I’d lived through, it was nothing. It was clear she felt otherwise. I chuckled as I moved towards the sink, leaving the bucket of meat on the counter. I slung the felt from my shoulder, slapping it on the counter next to the bucket, and then moved towards the fireplace where I dropped off the load of wood.
“You’re hurt,” she gasped, grabbing a clean towel from the shelf near the sink. She ran water over it, wringing it out several times, and then rushed into the bathroom while I undressed from my outer clothes.
My shoulder ached as I stretched my arm from the heavy coat, and once removed, it was obvious the coyote got a piece of me before he met his demise. Shit!
While Bailey rustled around in the bathroom, I tended to the items I delivered to the kitchen. I rinsed the meat, leaving the bucket filled with water once done, and added some salt so it could brine overnight.
I turned to grab the felt and was stopped by Bailey, who now stood in front of me with determination in her eyes. She held a bottle of alcohol, the rag, and stared into my eyes fiercely. It was obvious she wasn’t going to allow me to walk away, so I didn’t try.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered.
I gripped the hem of my t-shirt with my left hand, avoiding using my right. I didn’t want her to see me flinch. I was the man, the tough one, the one who was supposed to protect and care for her. I wasn’t comfortable on this side, but that feeling in my gut was still there, warming me strangely.
I watched her eyes shift and then narrow as I exposed my wound. It wasn’t too deep, just superficial, but it felt as though a muscle was chewed through as my arm dangled beside me.
“Where did it come from?” she asked, dabbing alcohol onto the rag.
I couldn’t control the cringe when the alcohol touched my open flesh, causing her to pull back quickly.
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded.
“It’s okay, just stings a little. He was in the bush, probably starving for a meal out here on this frozen mountainside,” I replied, closing my eyes to suck up the pain while she continued cleaning out my wound.
“You could’ve been killed,” she exclaimed, her eyes wider than I’d ever seen as I looked up into them.
I chuckled. “Doubtful a little coyote was gonna get the better of me.”
Her head shook slightly as her lips curled into a delicious smile. I wanted to lean up and kiss her, to taste her.
“It’s too dangerous for you to live up here all alone. What if something bad happened, and no one was here?” she questioned.
“They usually leave people alone. It’s just a bad time, and he was hungry. It wasn’t so bad, and I can handle myself,” I insisted, feeling my pride push through in my voice.
“Still, it worries me you out here alone,” she whispered.
That look in her eyes stirred that feeling in my gut. My heart swelled, my breathing sped up, and blood pumped wildly through my veins. It was strange having someone care so much. I couldn’t completely say I hated it, although it was still uncomfortable for my ego.
“Thank you,” I smiled, reaching up and gripping her hand in mine.
“You’re welcome,” she sighed. “Do you have any more bandages?”
I nodded, motioning towards the cabinet under the sink. I watched as she bent over, opening the door and reaching for the box. Her t-shirt lifted, exposing her bare ass. My cock twitched at the sight of her smooth skin, and when she lifted, turning towards me, I felt my cheeks starting to blush.
Her eyes narrowed, a sexy smirk rushed to her face, and her own cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink.
“Were you peeking?” she teased.
I chuckled. My throat started to close as I cleared it. The heat in my cheeks increased, and there was no hiding the fact I’d stolen a peek at her round, pink ass.
“Sorry,” I choked.
Her hips wiggled excitedly, and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples hardening beneath the cotton of her shirt. “I don’t mind,” she giggled.
She leaned in, straddling my leg as she worked on placing the bandage around my shoulder. I’d already forgotten about it, no longer feeling any pain. All I felt was blood rush between my legs and my cock harden against the denim.
“I know you�
�ve been trying to get me to look all week,” I teased.
“And have ya?” she urged.
“Yes,” I hesitated.
She stood back, still straddling my leg at the knee, and stared into my eyes with curiosity.
“Why haven’t you done anything about it?” she wooed.
I swallowed hard, feeling her body’s warmth against my leg, and the pressure of her seduction luring my cock to full mast.
“You’re not in any shape to be making those kinda life choices,” I lectured, sounding very similar to my high school guidance counselor when he caught me smoking pot.
“I’m a grown woman,” she retorted.
A sigh pushed from my throat as I took a deep look into her bright green eyes. They were no longer filled with innocence, but instead strength that drove me wild.
“You don’t even know if someone’s looking for you. I don’t want you to mess up your life,” I warned.
She giggled, moving in closer to me, her hardened nipples dangerously close to my lips.
“I can handle myself,” she mocked in a sultry voice.
Wow, that caught my cock’s attention, holding it in anticipation of what was next. I knew if she continued, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“You keep this up, and I’m liable to believe you,” I shot with a smirk.
Oh hell, there was that smile, and those fucking eyes filled with desire. She moved even closer lowering her body to my leg, pressing her warm pussy against me so I could feel the heat even through my denim.
I gripped the bottom of the t-shirt, pulling it away from her body, and stared up at her with eyes that begged for mercy.
“Believe me,” she whispered.
Oh, how I wanted to believe her, to believe she wasn’t vulnerable, that this was okay.
I paused, maybe too long. I watched her eyes fade and her bottom lip pout outward and to the floor. She lifted herself from my leg, stepping back slightly. My hand was still gripped around the hem of the t-shirt she wore, and as she moved, my fingers grazed the soft, plump flesh of her pussy. She sighed so sweetly that my cock nearly jumped from my lap towards her.
My grip released from her shirt as we both stared into each other’s eyes with a hunger and desire that was obviously not faltering.
I couldn’t stop what was about to happen, even though a part of me, a very small part that was buried deep inside, wanted to.
Chapter Twelve
Bailey
I knew he’d noticed me. There was no way he hadn’t. I’d been flaunting myself towards him, nearly begging him to take me. The look in his eyes was mixed with desire and remorse. I didn’t care. I wanted him, and he’d just have to believe that I knew what was best for me. Whatever waited for me outside these cabin walls and down that mountain, I’d deal with then. For now, it was just me and Xander, and I was happy.
My legs parted as I gripped the bottom of my t-shirt where Xander just let go. I lifted it from my body, exposing myself to his hungry eyes. Yes, he wanted me too.
The wad of cotton fell to the floor; neither of us bothered to look where. Xander’s eyes locked onto mine for a long moment before scanning my body so ready and near.
His hands lifted, slowly sliding up my legs, my thighs, and then stopped at my waist. He pulled me into him, his mouth eagerly greeting me with a warm kiss. Our tongues entangled wildly as his grip tightened around my middle.
With a smooth, swift motion, he lifted me into his hard bare chest as he stood from the chair. My legs wrapped around him, enjoying the friction of his denim against my clit. I sucked his tongue hard as I pulled it from his mouth, and then quickly surrounded my lips on the flesh of his neck. My teeth grazed his skin, barely biting into his flesh as he spun me around.
I’d expected him to carry me to the bed, or even the couch, but instead he laid me on the dining table, my back pressing hard into the cool, smooth wood.
I arched my back, opening my legs to his eyes and pushing my breasts upward to reveal their fullness.
Xander worked quickly to open his jeans, kicking off his boots as he lowered the denim. He gripped a condom from his pocket before kicking his jeans to the floor. I sighed, He was ready for this, he wanted this. His thick cock stood at attention, ready to offer the satisfaction I craved, but he wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
His hands gripped my ankles, squeezing slightly before releasing and roaming up my calves. Stopping at my knees, he pushed my legs open, spreading my pink pussy for his eyes. Watching him watch me stirred my passion, causing me to moan out into the quiet room. I’d yearned for that look of pleasure in his eyes all week, and my body soaked it up with a relentless hunger.
My eyes closed as he hands slid down my thighs, stopping just at my buttocks. They pushed under me, lifting my ass from the table, and the heat of his breath tickled my sensitive flesh. I reached down between my legs, finding Xander’s long mane. My fingers tangled through the locks, gripping just hard enough to guide his mouth as it lowered to my pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as his tongue slid between my folds, finding its way into the tightness of my opening.
He grunted and growled like a hungry bear that found a sweet honey hole as he buried his tongue deep into my cunt.
The sensation of his hot tongue, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart, and the vibrations of his growls against my skin brought out an animalistic arousal in me that I couldn’t control.
I lifted towards him, grinding my body into his face as his hands released from my ass cheeks and began rolling over my breasts.
My nipples were trapped between his finger and thumb of each hand, rolling between them with a slight tug. I let out a moan. My body swelled with excitement and pleasure. My legs clenched together, smashing against his head as he continued lapping up my arousal as it effortlessly flowed from my body.
Waves of satisfaction slammed through my body like they would against a ship deep in the ocean during a storm. My fingers tightened around his hair, tugging towards me, begging for relief from the friction of his tongue, but he wouldn’t budge. I shook, quivered, and was then unable to stop the throbbing pounding between my legs. Xander lapped up every drop of the reward offered to him, then lifted from between my legs with a glazed smile.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling to the table and my body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction.
He chuckled as he stood before me, his hands gripping my thighs and his eyes resting on my breasts.
A quick tug, and my ass was on the edge of the table, dangling over just enough to allow his cock to rest at my swollen opening. He gripped himself tightly, letting out another growl before pushing into me. The girth of his cock spread my folds open creating a butterfly that wrapped its wings around his hard flesh, inviting him in, and quivered with excitement.
Each thrust brought me closer to a second orgasm, one that threatened to be more powerful than the first. His hands roamed up my body, playfully cupping my breasts and tweaking my painfully hard nipples. He pushed into me, deep, hard, and with a powerful force that made his strong arms flex, his pecs twitch, and his bottom lip suck into his mouth.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto the table, and onto me. The weight of his body calmed me, but then those penetrating blue eyes stirred me back into an unbridled passion.
My fingers rolled down his arms, feeling the ripple of his muscles as our eyes locked together. I didn’t care who was looking for me outside this cabin. Xander found me, and I found him. This is where I wanted to be.
His growl deepened, and his grunts grew louder as my fingers dug into his hard flesh. I swelled around him, squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles as they contracted and released. I couldn’t take my eyes from his, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm. I knew it was bringing him close to the edge, a point where there was no return, but as badly as I didn’t want it to be over, I wanted him to cum.
My eyes rolled back as his head flung between his shoulders. One last growl roll
ed from his lips as we both exploded against one another. He fell into me, his body exhausted and obviously as satisfied as mine. I giggled uncontrollably as I thought about the table breaking and bringing us crashing to the floor.
“What’s so funny,” he gasped, smirking at me curiously.
I shook my head, refusing to answer, knowing my giggles would take over. There was no oxygen, no blood in my brain, I was literally fucked stupid, and loved every second of it.
I’d spent a lot of time reading the romance novels I found in the basket by his bed and couldn’t believe I’d just experienced something better than what was written on the pages of the raunchy book. I felt obliged to thank him, but bit my lip, deciding that would be strangely awkward.
I leaned up, kissing him on the shoulder that I’d bandaged instead, and fought back the urge to say anything foolish, like ‘I love you,’ ‘thank you,’ or whatever else would fall from my mouth once opened.
Xander lifted from me, staring down at my body as it remained melted onto the table. His blue eyes smiled, and a soft chuckle rolled past his lips as he shook his head in amusement.
“You’re something else,” he sighed and leaned down for a gentle kiss to my lips.
He extended a hand, helping me up from the hard surface and onto my feet. I was a little wobbly, my knees still weak and legs quivering. He caught me in his strong arms, not that I really would fall, but it felt nice.
“See, you’re still weak. You really shouldn’t push yourself,” he chortled.
“I’m not as weak and vulnerable as you think,” I winked.
It was obvious by Xander’s expression, he wasn’t convinced entirely of my ability to care for and make decisions for myself.
“I worry about what will happen when you regain your memory,” he whispered softly.
“What if I never do?” I questioned with a smirk.
His head tilted to the left, his eyes narrowed on mine, and it was clear he fought back a smirk of his own.
“You will, and then you’ll forget about me, or worse, hate me for taking advantage of you,” he asserted.