Quickly, his hands reached out and grabbed both of our bags and threw them over his shoulder, then he stomped off towards the wrap-around wooden porch. I bit back the disappointment trying to grow, because I hadn’t imagined that look. It was real. He did want me; he was just fighting it, for some reason.
A light was on inside, giving the whole cabin a bit of a glow from the windows. For having never experienced snow or winter, this was absolutely amazing for a first time; it was like something out of a storybook.
“It’s so nice of Mr. Lonsello to let us stay here.” He had this little cabin built for a friend years ago who wanted to get away but didn’t like to stay in the big house we were just in. It was very nice of him, in my book, to do that.
“I’m here a few times a year. The scenery is beautiful.” That was true, and the way he said beautiful made that tingle in my belly flutter like butterflies.
“It is really pretty, so far. Do we have time to explore tomorrow?” I was hopeful that we would.
“Yeah, I had planned to do some snowboarding and other stuff tomorrow.” I may have screamed a little from being so excited. I wanted to try it all, experience everything!
“Of course! I’ve never done anything in the snow, so I want to try it all!” I was greedy to do everything I could. The door squeaked slightly as Killian pushed it open. The room was as I expected, a cozy, one-bedroom, little cabin.
“I love it. Definitely had a woman’s touch at one point in time.” I took in the pretty green throw pillows, Native American themed blanket, and the few paintings on the wall. A man wouldn’t have cared for all that. Lonsello’s wife must have taken care of this place, too.
“My grandmother stayed here a lot.” He set down our bags on the table to the left, right by the small kitchen. His grandmother? Was he divulging information voluntarily?
“Your grandmother?” He checked the fridge and saw it was stocked, and then shrugged his jacket off.
“Yeah, she and Lucas had a thing a few years after his wife died. She didn’t like the big house. More of a simple woman, so this was their cabin when she came to stay with him.” He came back towards the door that I had forgotten to close and took care of that before pulling off his boots. I realized I hadn’t moved from the spot just inside the cabin, like a statue.
“So this is their love shack?” I smiled, finding it humorous that we were here in his grandmother and Lucas’s little love cabin. It was gross and interesting at the same time. I hope they weren’t a very virile couple. My eyes took in all the surfaces of the cabin, and was thankful I didn’t have a black light handy.
“It’s been cleaned,” he commented, and sat down on the couch, looking exhausted. He had driven so much, and I suddenly felt bad for him.
“Do you need anything? You look beat.” I took off my shoes and sat next to him, giving him my full attention.
“Just gonna shower and pass out.” I was two seconds from offering to shower together. You know, to save water and all. But he really did look done, so I let him do his thing without bothering him. Once he had all his energy back, I would continue my assault on the wall he built between us.
Little did I know, he was planning the opposite for me.
I showered, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow of the bed. Killian refused to let me sleep on the couch and him in the bed. I was a guest, and this was kind of like his place. I should have slept on the couch. But he shut me down with a “no” every time I tried. Then when I attempted to actually leap towards the couch and hunker down, he picked me up and tossed me on the bed, pinning me with a look that said don’t push him any further. So I didn’t.
When the sun was rising, Killian made us breakfast.
“Here’s some snow clothes. Lucas brought them over this morning. He said they belong to his daughter and he thought they would fit.” He set them down, and then went into the bathroom to dress in his own snow clothes. He didn’t even want to change in front of me, like he had before. So far the day was not looking so good in my attempt to get him to let me in.
I did not hesitate to change with my back to him, with the clothes on the bed, giving him a view of me in my black cheeky panties and evidence that I wasn’t wearing a bra. My tits were small, so half the time I never did. I heard a clatter in the sink when I lifted my shirt over my head and he saw it for himself. I bit my lip to stop myself from giggling, and continued getting dressed. He would crack, and then his lips and hands would be on me again. I needed it so badly; it was like I couldn’t move on with life until I had just a moment in time with him. So many things I needed to work on and think about. But it was all on hold until I found out if I would survive from Killian’s touch. Something told me I wouldn’t be the same, and I was okay with that thought.
While he loaded the snowmobile up with snowboards and other gear, I played in the snow.
I laughed, and smiled like a child while making snow angels, building little snowmen, and then I felt brave and threw a snowball at Killian. It hit him on the back, and I hoped that hadn’t hurt the scar tissue there. He didn’t turn to yell at me, or anything. He pretended it never happened. I wish he weren’t so closed off. Anything was better than that. Tackling me to the snow, fighting back with snowballs of his own, anything! But he just ignored it, and asked if I was ready to go.
I sighed and got up from the ground and climbed on, my hands wrapped around him and my head leaned on his back, mentally telling him all I was feeling right then.
I just want you to let me in. Let me be your lifeline. You have so much to give. Let me in, Killian. Let me be yours.
I wish I could have said them out loud, but right now they would have been lost in the sound of us driving through the woods.
Chapter Seventeen
Killian
She was trying to kill me, I swore it.
A switch had been flipped in her, and she was dead set on trying to get reactions out of me.
I was fighting her tooth and nail. Maybe she knew it, maybe she didn’t, but once I gave in to her, I wouldn’t stop. The next few weeks would be filled with me fucking her in every way I’d imagined. Not touching her would become as painful as not breathing.
I would be addicted, plain and simple. She tempted me with her body, and I almost broke down giving her what she was clearly offering. I wanted to. Fucking hell, did I want to. I’d pictured her bent over every surface in that damn cabin over the past few hours. Hell, I’ve even had images of her body laid across the snowmobile, her nipples tight from the cold air, while I devoured the sweet heat between her legs. I’d been off and on hard ever since I woke up this morning. She was twisted in the sheets, her shirt riding up and showing her flat stomach, her hair covering the pillow in a wild but attractive mess. The desire to join her in the bed was almost too much to bear, but I pushed through.
She had no idea what she was really asking for: a fucking asshole that was going to take advantage of her in sinful ways, then it would be over when the month was gone? She had shit to tend to, and I couldn’t follow her. Even though a part of me was thinking I would follow her anywhere, it wasn’t reality.
My legs were burning from snowboarding, and helping her learn. She did fairly well for a beginner. Fell a lot, but got back up and never stopped trying. She was persistent, a trait I admired as long as it wasn’t directed at me. She invaded my space any chance she could. I needed space from her soon, or I was going to give in. She was my Pandora’s box. Once opened, we’d never be able to close it.
“How do people do this all day?” She plopped down in the snow at the bottom of the hill where I was. Tired. Good, maybe she would take a nap once we got back to the cabin for lunch and I could breathe.
“You get used to it, like any sport. Ready to head back and eat?” She fell back against the snow dramatically.
“Ugh, I don’t think I can make it. You’ll have to carry me.” Dramatic indeed.
“Nope. The bears can have you,” I teased. She jackknifed right
up and looked around.
“Bears?” I was torn between wanting to kiss that cute, scared look off her face, and messing with her for my own enjoyment. She had been torturing me all day; she could use a little payback.
“Yep. We are in the woods. Their habitat.” She jumped up and launched herself at me, something I had not expected, so we fell to the snow-covered ground. Her body covered mine, her hair surrounding our faces from the view of nature. My hands rested on her back, feeling every shallow breath she took. Her eyes were looking at me, and I knew I was breaking. The fight fled me as her lips lightly brushed against mine.
My hand moved to the back of her neck, keeping her lips on mine as my tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned against me, and I became hard as steel, pressing against her. Soft against hard. The kiss conveyed every unspoken word between us. The unsettling need that had formed from that first kiss two days before. Desire in its true form. Primal, and raw. I didn’t deserve what she was willing to give me, but down to hell I go, because I wasn’t stopping. When her pelvis started to writhe over mine, the feral growl that came from my chest echoed through the trees.
“Cabin,” she murmured, and in that moment I remembered we were in the snow. I gave zero fucks about that, but I needed to care about her freezing the death. She parted from me, and I felt like a caged animal about to pounce. She crawled off and grabbed her snowboard. I stalked behind her, and once our boards were settled, I pinned her to the cushioned seat and kissed the fuck out of her lips. She held onto my neck, and I consumed every breath she gave me. Tearing myself away from her was like dragging myself through a fire, but I managed, and started the machine.
Her hands ran over my body as I drove back to our haven, driving me to the brink with just her touch. This woman had no clue what she signed up for, but I sure as hell was going to show her everything. No T will be left uncrossed when it came to her body.
My body relaxed slightly when the cabin came into view—just a few more minutes until she was mine.
“Leave the boards,” I commanded as the snowmobile came to a stop and she hopped off.
“Go inside and remove your snow gear. I’ll be inside in a minute.” She looked as if she wanted to fight me, but instead nodded and did as I said. Good girl.
I took some deep breaths, trying to calm the obscene need that had been set loose for her. When I knew there was no real hope for me, I walked inside and decided to lay it out for her.
She was waiting by the little kitchen island, with a glass of water in her hands.
“I just want to hear your voice.” She spoke softly, and her request caught me off guard. Not sure what she meant, saying that. Was she regretting me almost taking her in the snow? Had I been too much of a dick to her?
“Elaborate.” I walked slowly towards her, standing just a foot away. She watched me, and then her eyes met mine. Determined ones. The tension I was feeling was starting to ease.
“Do whatever you want to me, but I want your voice, as much of it as you can give me.” I was almost taken aback by her words. Whatever I wanted to her, as long as I talked? That was nothing at all like I thought she meant.
“You sure you want to cross this line? We can stop and go back. But once that line’s gone, I won’t be able to stop touching you.” Her eyes closed briefly from my admission.
“The line was crossed two days ago. Come play with destiny, Killian.” That was it. No more waiting. I heard the glass tip over as I crashed my lips against hers. Her hands went to my jacket, pulling the zipper down and pushing it back. My boots were off in seconds, and my hands went to her leggings and little black panties, pushing them down and off. Those creamy fucking legs were in my hands, spreading wide to give me access to something I’d only dreamed of.
“Tell me your thoughts, Killian.” She moaned, and I latched onto her ear, moving kisses down her neck while unbuttoning my pants.
“My thoughts?” That was easy.
“I’m thinking about how I’ve jacked off thinking about this sweet body in my hands, and now it’s mine.” She whimpered and once my dick was free from my pants, her hand wrapped around my length.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” I lifted her shirt over her head, giving me the sight of her free tits that I’d been envisioning in my mouth since this morning.
“I’ve thought of nothing but my mouth on your tits since your little show this morning.” My head bent down, and her other free hand wove itself through my hair, holding on for what she knew was about to happen. My mouth sucked on the tight pink nipple, tasting just how I imagined she would. Sweet vanilla and lemongrass.
“Do you know what I was thinking, watching you tease me?” I bit her nipple, causing her hand to squeeze my dick a little harder, making me grit my teeth from the rush of pleasure up my spine.
“Tell me.” Her breath was long, and winded. She was building towards release from my voice and just playing with her breasts. I could hear it in her words. If I shoved my dick inside her heat she would explode around me with a scream.
“I thought about spanking the shit out of that creamy ass of yours for making my dick so hard for you, and then my mind raced, wondering how those tits would feel against my cock while I fucked them.” She cried out, and I latched onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment I did the other.
“I want that.” She was so close; God, was she about to burst. I couldn’t wait any longer. She was already pulling me closer to her wet heat, all but begging me.
“You want my cock inside you, Livia?” I pulled back to see her wanting face. She was so beautiful with need. She nodded but said nothing.
“Your words Livia, you’ve given them so freely already, don’t stop now. Tell me you want my cock inside you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Livia
Killian unleashed his voice on me full force, and I wasn’t expecting the effect it would have on me, or my body. I was on the brink of release just from listening to him speak, which was so beyond my wildest fantasies. I could feel him right there, my hand guiding him to where I wanted him the most; all he needed was one push and he’d be there.
“I need you inside me, Killian. I fucking want your cock.” I barely got the word cock out of my mouth before he was thrusting his length into me. I cried out from the invasion of his larger size, and was moments away from coming. My hands gripped his arms that were braced on the island, and he pulled out and pushed back in hard. He was so big, absolutely nothing like I’d had before.
“Oh!” I was so close.
“Come on my dick, Livia. Show me what heaven is. Show me that this cunt is mine now.”
That voice was my undoing. I shattered so hard I didn’t think I would ever come back from the waves of pleasure moving throughout my whole body. He hammered into me with a relentless pace.
“That’s right, Livia. Fuck! You are milking my dick for all it’s worth. Fucking scream my name from those sweet lips.” His cock moved in and out of me, and I could only beg for more by voicing his name. He pulled out and somehow maneuvered me around so my face was smashed against the counter and he was filling me from behind, his hands gripping my hip bones, pulling me against him with every thrust.
“I’ve imagined bending you over every surface of this cabin since we got here. I’m starting here and not stopping till we’ve covered every spot. You want that, my sunshine?” I heard him call me sunshine and wanted to cry. I was something to him.
“I want that.” I was saying that to both— I wanted him to screw me seven ways to Sunday everywhere he could, and I wanted to be his sunshine, whether he realized he said it or not.
“You’re going to get it.” He slowed down to a torturously slow rhythm, and I wanted to scream from the tease. My hips moved on their own, trying to antagonize him into going faster. A loud smack echoed the room along with a stinging pain across my right ass cheek. I thought he was going to keep his slow thrusts, but I was wrong.
His hand reached up and grip
ped my hair, pulling me back so my back was to his front.
“My sunshine likes her name; she likes me fucking her until she’s crying out my name. She likes my cock pounding into her. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow. When we’re riding in the rig, you’re going to squirm, feeling just how much you took between your legs. It’s going to make me so hard I’ll have to pull off the road to fuck you on the bunk.” My release came at me without warning, my fingers digging into the wood of the island while my second orgasm assaulted me.
“No going back, sunshine.” He cursed and I felt him expand inside of me, about to chase his own release behind me.
“Never,” I moaned. His fingers turned my head, and his lips meshed with mine. I savored every breath and groan he gave me while he pumped his release into me.
His lips didn’t stop kissing me after the final pulse of orgasm ended.
“You’re too good for me, but I’m keeping you,” he whispered against my lips and wrapped in his arms. He had no idea how much I wanted to be his. This moment between us did change things. Not just sexually, because I couldn’t deny I had strong feelings for him.
“Now what?” I asked, not knowing what to do now that we were done. Should we shower? Clean up and go about what we were doing? Lane would just roll over and go to sleep. But Lane and Killian were completely incomparable, on every level. I still didn’t know much about Killian, so I had no idea what he did after having sex. His lips broke out into a smile, one I felt the need to gaze upon with my own two eyes. It was utterly dazzling.
“Now we move to the bed.” He eased out of me and carried me to the bed for more of his words and his cock.
**
We lay in bed, completely languid after another load of fucking. Killian was on his back and I was draped across his chest, tracing the black lines of the tattoo on his arm. It looked to be nothing of importance to me. Just lines and tribal work. But it was beautiful, and I couldn’t stop touching it.
Now that things had changed, I couldn’t stop thinking how much had truly changed. Would he be opening up to me now?
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