by Jenika Snow
A cabin.
I slowed until I came to a stop. The cabin was small, and I could see a light coming from the main window in front. I could see smoke coming from the chimney, and smelled it as if I stood right beside the fire.
I was in the middle of nowhere, or at least I thought I was. But someone clearly lived out here and was even home by the looks of it. I contemplated whether I should ask for help.
What if it’s some maniac that chops up women and stores them in his cellar?
God, my imagination was having a field day right now.
Or maybe it’s just someone that wants to be alone.
I heard the sound of wood being chopped, and glanced around, seeing if I could see who was wielding the ax. I could barely see a small shed on the other side of the cabin, and I mentally and physically forced myself to move closer.
What if there are women chained up in that shed?
Oh God, I was getting myself all worked up, picturing all those horror movies I’d watched back in the day featuring psychos and their harem of captives.
It was getting dark, and there was no way I wanted to stay in these woods when it was dark as hell.
Maybe I should have been even more frightened than I was, but I kept moving forward. I was exhausted, filthy, and even had leaves and pine needles in my hair. Every part of me hurt, and I realized just how out of shape I was. But I’d been walking aimlessly around the woods for hours, not even sure how far I was from my cabin or town.
The sound of wood being chopped suddenly stopped, and so did I. My heart was beating fast, and I adjusted the backpack I wore. I was out of water, only had one more granola bar left, and mosquitos were devouring me. Being inside sounded pretty damn good right now.
The sound of a door opening and closing rang out, echoing off the trees and making my pulse jump a bit. There was obviously a door in the back of the cabin since I still couldn’t see anyone. And then I saw a massive shadow walk across the main window on the front of the cabin. There was a curtain covering the glass, but it was slightly sheer, and the shape—which had to belong to a man—looked huge.
Would I rather face what’s in that cabin or what is roaming these woods at night?
Stealing myself and forcing my feet to start moving again, I kept a tight, almost painful hold on the straps of my backpack and took the porch steps one at a time. Once I was in front of the door, I held my breath, hearing my heart thundering.
Maybe a family lived here and I was just freaking myself out for nothing?
I heard the sound of twigs snapping in the distance, or maybe that was just my over reactive imagination? Either way I wasn’t staying out here any longer. Without thinking about it anymore, I lifted my knuckles against on the door, and prayed whoever answered wasn’t a psycho.
Jake
The sound of someone knocking on my door surprised me. I rarely got any visitors, and when I did, it was usually someone from work.
But that was rare.
I got off the couch, set my book on the coffee table, and walked toward the door. I took my ax off the hook by the door, and reached out for the handle. If it were someone who had no business being here, they’d find out pretty damn quickly what I could do with an ax.
I pulled the door open and immediately lowered my gaze to the disheveled as fuck woman standing on the other side. Maybe I was a sick fucking bastard, but my cock instantly got rock hard when I saw her.
She was gorgeous.
Her hair was a wreck, with debris from the woods stuck in the fire colored strands.
Red, my fucking favorite.
I realized neither of us had said anything for long moments, and I noticed her focus was on the ax I held.
“Um,” she said in a low, very feminine voice.
I looked between her and my ax, and then set it aside.
“I’m out in the middle of nowhere. I don’t get a lot of company,” I said, explaining why I was holding an ax so she wouldn’t be so freaked out. I didn’t say anything after that, just waited to hear what she had to say, and why she was standing on my doorstep looking like she’d been rolling down a hill.
“I was hiking, but I’m lost,” she finally said, licking her lips after the words were out.
She might be dirty as fuck from hiking, scared because she was lost and standing on a stranger’s doorstep, but despite all of that, I was fucking rock hard for her. I was a bastard for the filthy images playing through my head, but I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to a gorgeous woman.
I hadn’t been with a woman in five fucking years.
“Well, come in,” I said and stepped aside. She was hesitant, and took a few seconds before she stepped over the threshold. I shut the door and looked her up and down. The jeans she wore formed to her tight ass, and I ran my hand over my cheeks, feeling the beard covering my flesh.
“Am I close to town?” she asked, her voice soft, tight. She turned around and faced me, and I stared into her light blue eyes.
“You’re hours away from town.” I heard her exhale, and I could see she was nervous and frustrated, as well as tired.
Just then the sound of thunder booming outside sounded.
“Of course it’s about to storm,” she said under her breath.
“You don’t get out much, do you?” I asked in all seriousness.
She didn’t answer me verbally, just shook he head.
“It storms often.”
“I’m lost and in a strange man’s house.” She looked at me. “No offense. And it’s about to storm.”
“I’m Jake Braxton.” I tried to keep my voice calm as I spoke, but my body wanted nothing more than to push everything aside and just take her right here. I wanted to hear her scream my name out as she came all over my cock.
I cleared my throat and got my thoughts in order. I certainly didn’t want to come off as some asshole.
“I’m a lumberjack and have been living out here for the last five years.” I told her the stats and saw the surprised look on her face. What exactly was she surprised about? Because I was an ax wielding man, who wore the stereotypical flannel shirts every day, and lived in the middle of nowhere?
“Now we aren’t so much strangers anymore.” I waited for her to give me something to go by, maybe even just her name, but she didn’t say anything. She also looked tense as hell.
“You’re a lumberjack? Seriously?”
I nodded.
She nodded. “Okay. I’m Vivian Clarke,” she finally said, and started looking around the cabin again.
“Want a drink?” I asked.
She didn’t answer right away, but did give me this ‘are you fucking serious look’. I shrugged and went into the kitchen. “I figured after the day you’ve clearly had, you might want something to drink because you’re either thirsty as fuck, or you need something stronger.” I looked at her over my shoulder and saw she’d turned her head away from me quickly.
I couldn’t help but feel this spark of lust slam into me at the thought that she might be staying the night due to the weather. But I wasn’t bringing that up right now, not when I’d just barely let her in the house, and she was clearly nervous.
The chances of me getting my dick wet in her sweet little body were pretty slim to none, but hell, I hadn’t been this close to a woman in far too long.
“I have water ... or liquor. That’s about it.”
I checked her out a little more, and now that she wasn’t looking, I adjusted my raging hard-on. Yeah, the fucker hadn’t seen anything this sweet in a very long time. Finally, she turned back around and looked at the whiskey bottle I held.
“Liquor.”
Yeah, I figured she’d need something a little harder after the night she was having.
Chapter Four
Vivian
I was in a strange man’s cabin—a lumberjack of all things—and didn’t know what in the hell to do. I didn’t even know they actually called themselves lumberjacks, but it fit him pretty damn well.
I took the glass from him and moved back a step. He went over to the fire and stoked it, and I couldn’t help but stare at him.
He was huge, like the biggest man I’d ever seen. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall, and the muscles stacked upon muscles that covered his entire frame were a little intimidating. I didn’t want to stare and seem creepy, but then again, he had to be used to it.
“What were you doing hiking all the way out here?” he asked without turning and facing me.
I didn’t answer right away, mainly because I was too focused on the way the muscles on his back flexed as he pushed a piece of wood around. Embers seemed to float up from the flames, and when he finally faced me, I realized I still hadn’t answered him.
“I’m staying in a cabin, and wanted to get out in the fresh air for a hike. I got lost.” I turned and looked out the living window. “But I couldn’t even tell you what direction my cabin’s even in.” I exhaled roughly.
He braced his arm on the mantle of the fireplace and just stared at me. He had shorter blond hair, and a full-on beard. With him living out here in the middle of nowhere, being as massive as he was, and clearly able to use an ax—and as a weapon when need be— I could image him as the perfect Mountain Man.
“You’re from the city?”
I nodded, realizing I still hadn’t had any of the whiskey. I ended up sucking the entire thing down in one go. It might only be a shot worth, but damn did it burn going down.
There was no expression on his face as I coughed and sputtered after swallowing the liquid fire, and I wondered if he saw me as some silly little girl that wanted to experience the wildlife.
As he watched me, he grabbed his glass off the mantle and downed the shot himself. He wore only a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned, the denim loose, yet they fit him pretty damn well. He had tattoos covering his arms and part of his chest, and although he had the Grizzly Adams thing going on, the ink looked good on him.
“How long have you been out here?” I asked, and he gestured for me to take a seat.
“Five years.”
He left me in the living room, and I watched him go into the only other room in the house ... the bathroom. A second later he came out with a dark robe draped over his arm. He stopped a foot from me and held it out.
“What’s this for?” I asked although I had a pretty good idea why he’d want me to put it on.
“Seeing as a storm is going to be rolling in, I figured you’d want to get cleaned up.” He tipped his chin toward the bathroom. “There’s a shower in that room.”
I didn’t speak for a second.
“The roads will get bogged down with mud from the weather, and there’s no way you can get back to your cabin, or even town tonight.”
I stared at him, not answering, because I knew what else he was going to say.
“You’ll have to stay the night.”
My heart thundered after he spoke.
“The robe is for after you shower, unless you want to wear your dirty clothes again?” He cocked an eyebrow.
I swallowed, my throat tight and dry. “And the roads will be too flooded to even attempt to go back to town, or to my cabin?” I asked, not even sure how to get back to my cabin from his place, even if he could have taken me back tonight.
He nodded.
I swallowed and thought about my options ... which were none as I wasn’t prepared for what he said.
“Do you have a phone?” The look he gave me told me that was a big hell no. I didn’t know whom I’d call anyway. If he couldn’t get down the mountain, no one would be able to come up it.
“No landline and there isn’t any cell service up here.”
I stared into his green eyes.
“But I wouldn’t have either anyway. I moved out here to get away from all that shit.”
Of course he wouldn’t have any form of communication living out here. My cabin was closer to town, and it had a landline, but his cabin was literally out in the middle of nowhere. I guess I’d had my hopes up that if it turned out he was a maniac, I’d have a way of contacting someone.
I had a cell phone, which was in my backpack, but it stopped working as soon as the mountains surrounded me.
“You’re more than welcome to stay the night. The storm should pass by morning, and then I can take you into town, or back to wherever you’re staying.”
We stared at each other for long seconds.
“You normally just offer your house up to a strange woman?”
He crossed his big arms over his muscular chest and just looked at me. “I’m sure I’ll be okay.”
I couldn’t help but check him out. I was a woman, and he was definitely all man.
“Or, you can brave the storm and the darkness, and try and find your way back.” He was unmoving as he stood there.
“Maybe I’ll be lucky and it’ll pass.”
“This storm has been coming since yesterday. It won’t pass,” he said with certainty.
He didn’t look like he was concerned at whatever I decided to do.
I’d always had pretty good intuition when it came to these kinds of things, and I wasn’t getting any fucked up signals from him. There was no fear or worry, and I relaxed a little more.
But then again I hadn’t gotten any of those ‘run and never look back’ feelings when it came to that asshole Russ.
“Look, I’m not a psycho; I have no plans to keep you chained up in my cabin.”
I had to snort at that, although maybe the smart thing to do would have been to be afraid he’d even said it out loud.
“I have food if you’re hungry, something to drink if you’re thirsty.” He gestured to the liquor I held. “And I can give you shelter from the storm.” He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand over his beard.
I’d never really found facial hair on a man attractive, maybe because I’d worked in corporate America for so long, but damn did his beard look good on him.
“You can take a shower and clean up, but if you plan on doing that you need to get it done before the storm comes.”
I looked at the robe again, not sure how I felt about taking a shower in this stranger’s house. But I also couldn’t lie and say cleaning up, and the idea of hot water washing the day away, didn’t sound like a very good idea.
“I don’t care what you do either way, but I’m guessing the storm’s gonna kick the power off, and after that you’ll be shit out of luck.”
And then he turned away and went back into the kitchen. I sat there for a moment contemplating what I should do, and after only a second, I just said fuck it.
“I’ll be quick,” I said, setting my glass down. I got up and headed to the bathroom. I figured if Jake was going to attack me, he could have done it already. Me cleaning up and trying to relax wouldn’t change the situation, aside from making me feel a hell of a lot better.
Chapter Five
Jake
Hearing that damn shower kick on made me feel like Pavlov’s dog. My already stiff cock seemed to get even harder. I reached down and adjusted the motherfucker, but even rubbing my hand over the denim-covered length had a guttural groan leaving me. I was doing my best to keep my shit under control, but it was hard with Vivian in my cabin where she would be staying the night.
I’d never been one to take something from a woman when she wasn’t willing, and I wouldn’t start now. But I also wasn’t blind to the fact she had been eye fucking me since I opened the door. She hid it pretty well, maybe even a little better than I was, but I wasn’t blind.
I felt drawn to her, and I couldn’t really understand why. But I also wasn’t about to question it to
o hard. In the last five years I’d had sexual desires, obviously, but hadn’t wanted to go into town to get a piece. I’d just built this wall around myself, because even if my ex hadn’t been the woman I’d seen myself marrying and having a family with, she’d still fucked things up for me in that department. The betrayal had been really fucked up.
But, at thirty-five I wasn’t getting any younger, and having Vivian here really made me think how long I’d isolated myself.
If it came down to it and she was ready to get this on, I was more than willing to give her a night she wouldn’t forget.
I braced my hands on the edge of the sink and looked out the window. The sun was almost fully set, but even with the little bit of light in the sky, I could see the angry clouds rolling in. Yeah, I’d heard about this storm coming since yesterday, had even made a special trek down the mountain and into town to grab provisions. This was going to be a bad one, but it looked like I wouldn’t be spending it alone.
Hell, even if I didn’t get to sample the little redhead, having her in the cabin, and the sweet scent that seemed to surround her, was pretty damn nice. It made me realize how much I fucking missed a woman.
Or maybe it’s Vivian that has me feeling that?
After I’d made her a sandwich, just in case she was hungry, I heard the shower turn off. I clenched my hands at my sides and couldn’t help but envision her stepping out of the shower naked, water dripping off her body. Even through her clothes, I’d been able to tell she was curvy in all the right places. Was she a natural redhead? Fuck, just thinking that she was, and that her pussy hair was the same intense red as the long waves that covered her head, had me unable to hold back a groan.
I grabbed a bottle of water and the plate with the sandwich on it and headed to the living room. Setting the items on the coffee table, I ran my palms over my thighs and stared at the fire. I was antsy to see her again, and that should have had this awkwardness filling me. But the truth was no one, not even when I’d lived in the city, had ever made me feel like this. I could blame it on basically being celibate for so long, but I liked looking at her, hearing her voice, and seeing her reaction to comments I made.