Stranded in His Secret Cabin

by Vicky Bushwell

  “We’re going to marry this fall.” Greg says, his arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. He keeps talking about me like I’m not there. “She’ll take a short break from work. Unless, of course, we’re going to change our plans.” His hand rests on my belly, and this is it.

  My mom is watching me in surprise. I worry that her mind is drifting now in a very unwelcome, untimely direction.

  I turn to Greg, “You’re rushing things, don’t you think? I’m not ready for any of this yet. In fact, I’m not even sure that I’ll ever be.”

  Greg’s eyes squint, jaw tightens, but his expression quickly changes to his usual, smug grin. He says in a honeyed voice, “We’ll talk about it later. Again.”

  I nod, “Sure, we’ll talk.”

  I’m trying to hide it, but I’m pretty pissed right now. First, he turns up here uninvited, then tells a pack of lies to my parents. I can tell my dad didn’t like him, but my mom looks undeniably smitten with Greg. She’s just concerned about me being alone and missing out on this whole dating thing. She doesn’t know that the man I want to be with is not the one sitting now next to me, holding my hand captive in his own. Truth is, the man I want had rejected me, and there’s no way to get him back.

  Greg glances at his watch, and says, “It’s getting late, Ally. We should go now.” He turns to my mom, “I’m so glad that we finally met!”

  I tilt my head, and pull my hand out of his own, “I wasn’t planning to go back tonight. In case you haven’t notice it yet, I am home now.”

  “I think, Greg can stay overnight in the guest room if he wants.” My mom suggests.

  Greg shakes his head, a polite smile on his lips, when he says, “That’d be nice, Mrs. Jones, but I already made plans for tomorrow morning. Ally and I we must go back tonight.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. I’m not going, and I show it. Greg says, “Let’s take a walk, Ally. We can talk outside.”

  I think it’s better to tell him to leave without my parents around, so I agree, and we walk out the door. He’s holding my hand, and watches me intently, “I was so happy to see you and your family, Ally. I think they liked me. You could see that, too.”

  “You charmed them, I’m sure.” I say, but he cuts in.

  “I didn’t finish, Ally.” Greg squeezes my hand lightly, “Did I do anything wrong to make you treat me like that in front of them? This is not how you show respect to your fiancé…”

  “Let me remind you that we’re not engaged.” I point out, feeling impatient.

  I think I feel so uncomfortable right now because we’re standing outside, and Kyle’s parents can see us. Worse, Kyle can see us if he’s here. But as Greg pulls me closer, I realize why I have that uneasy feeling taking over me now. He’s trying to control me, own me without asking if I want the same thing first. I won’t put up with this.

  “You’re coming with me. Right now.” He utters, his grip tightens on my wrist.

  “You’re hurting me.” I say, my voice trembling, “Let go of me, now.”

  “Or what?” His eyes squint, “Without me, you’re nothing, and you know it. Say no to me, and you’re out of the firm”

  “This conversation is over!” I say, firmly, “You don’t own me! I quit!”

  “Very well, then.” He smiles, “Forget about a career in law. Find something else to do.” He looks around, “I bet you’re going to be back to this ditch after graduation. Just where you belong.”

  “Fuck you!” I spit, and he grabs me by my chin.

  “This is what you learned in the law school, huh?” His face is too close, and it’s too much that I can handle.

  I’m about to kick him in the shin, just stuck deciding which one to choose, when he suddenly pulls away, with a surprised expression on his pretty face. I see Greg landing in the bushes with groan and rustling sounds accompanying his falling. When I look up again, I see Kyle. His eyes on me, he’s looking concerned.

  “I thought to stop by.” Kyle says, waving his head in the direction of Greg’s bush. “Hope, I didn’t interrupt anything.”

  I grin, shaking my head, “No, Kyle, you didn’t. You came right on time.”

  After Kyle sweet-talked Greg to leave us in peace, I agreed to go out with him for dinner the next night. Feeling his hand in mine as he walked me to the door, I realized how much I’ve missed him…

  Chapter 10

  Kyle

  I’m nervous, but I don’t want to show it. Yet it shows as I nearly drop a small red velvet box on the table, when she enters the restaurant. Ally looks stunning in her blue-diamond strapless dress, and watching her walking to our table, I feel my heart skips a beat in anticipation.

  She’s here, and I must confess I was worried that she won’t come at all. She said yes when I asked her out, but I wasn’t sure she said it just because I made Greg go. I’m glad that trust-fund douche is out of her life. Hopefully, for good, or at least I will try to find that out tonight.

  I pull out the chair for her, and plant a gentle kiss near her earlobe as she sits down. “I’m so happy you came tonight.” I whisper in her ear.

  After we order, a waiter fills our glasses with wine and leaves us alone. Ally watches me over the rim of her glass cradled in her hands. She takes a sip, and smiles. “I’m glad you asked me out. I needed it…”

  Last night, when Greg left, she told me what happened and how he chased her threatening to get her fired from his dad’s firm. This is not a love story she’d sign up for. I’m proud of her being such a strong young woman. She knows how to say no, and I wonder what it is like when she says yes. I want her to scream yes with her body shaking to her core in my arms…

  She watches me, and mutters, “I missed you, Kyle. I never stopped thinking about you since...”

  I take her hand in my own, and meet her eyes, “I’m sorry about the other day… I didn’t mean to scare you, or make you feel bad. I screwed up. I wanted to do the right thing. With you, Ally, I want to do everything properly.”

  “Are you saying-,” She begins, unsure.

  “I love you, Ally. Always did. I just always thought you’re not for me. Not for this life here. But, as time passed, I realized that I at least should tell you how I feel.” I say, fumbling for words.

  “I love you, too.” She says, watching me, “I worried that you wanted someone more experienced in life…”

  She gasps when I bring her hand up to my mouth and plant soft kisses on her fingers before sucking one of them in. I watch her hazel eyes wide open in surprise as I pull her finger out of my mouth slowly. She’s looking at a diamond ring that I put on near her nail. This is my grandmother’s engagement ring that I slipped discreetly in my mouth before kissing Ally’s hand. I’m waiting if she’s going to let me put it on by saying yes to me. She looks up at me, blushing. I prepared a whole speech, but I see it doesn’t matter now. I should keep it simple, and let Ally decide.

  “Ally Brook Jones,” I begin, taking a deep breath, “Will you marry me?”

  She bites her lip, then smiles, “Yes. Yes, I will!”

  I push the ring on until it sits at the base of her finger where it should be. With a short squeal and toppling our glasses, Ally leans over the table to throw her arms around my neck. I kiss her passionately on her juicy lips, not giving a fuck about other guests whistling and clapping their hands…

  ***

  We’re at my place… She’s in my arms and we’re kissing. She moans, leaning against my chest, and all I want now is to get into bed with her.

  I put her gently on the bed, and kneel before her to take her shoes off. I kiss her toes as I remove her shoes and toss them away. Pushing the hem of her dress up, I kiss my way up her thighs until it’s crumpled around her waist.

  “I missed you.” She whispers, looking down at me, her hair is undone and cascades down her neck and chest.

  I’m on my knees, between her parted thighs and burrow my hands under her bottom, pulling her closer. Barely holding myself ba
ck, I mutter, “I missed you, too.”

  She throws her head back, and a long moan escapes her lips when I push the bodice of her dress down, exposing her breasts. She’s trembling as I mouth her nipples, switching between them, and working them properly with my tongue. As my mouth is toying with her breasts, my hand makes its way down her lush belly and slips beneath her lacy panties. I locate her sweet spot, and work it, giving her sexy bits the right pressure until she moans again, shaking.

  “Come for me, Ally.” I groan, returning my lips to hers to catch her scream of pleasure in my mouth.

  I want her, I can’t wait any longer. Panting, she presses her body into my own, kissing me passionately as I gently pull her dress down her thighs. She’s lying in bed, wearing nothing but panties, which I’ll rip off her body later. Now, I’m getting rid of my shoes and clothes, and I like that she’s watching me with anticipation.

  I stroke myself, showing her how hard I am for her. She reaches down to rub herself between her thighs, and moans, softly. I can’t take it anymore, holding myself back. Watching her intently, I climb into bed. She wants it slow and gentle, while I want it rough and hard. I’ll play by her rules, though. I’ll do it her way…

  Chapter 11

  Ally

  My head is spinning, and I feel the familiar heat between my thighs. It didn’t go away even after Kyle pleasured me with mouth and hands. I want all of him, inside me. His mouth and hands are not enough anymore…

  My thighs are trembling, when he climbs in bed with me. He’s towering over me, positioned in between my thighs. I sit up, and run my hand down the hairy path on his stomach. It’s flat and veiny, and I like how it tenses up beneath my hand. I move it lower to his hard, erected cock rising up to salute me. I love his girthy vascular shaft, and lower my head to mouth his glossy top.

  Kyle groans when I roll my tongue all over it, sending his body shaking. He can’t wait, I see it. I suck him, savoring every inch going down my throat and gagging me. He’s too massive, but I’m too horny to care. I want my man now.

  “Kyle.” I call as I let go of his throbbing flesh, and look up at him, “Make me yours. Own me like you mean it.”

  He props on his fists, his face before my own, eyes on me. He utters, “You’re sure? It’s your first time. You should trust me, Ally before I do anything.”

  I nod. “I trust you. Show me how you want me.”

  His eyes lock with mine, he utters, “I’ll show you.”

  He pushes me on my back, and leans to grind his mouth into my lips, hard. I moan, coming up for breath between his kisses as his hand works my breasts, squeezing them hard. I feel his strong, lithe body on my own, his hard erection pressed against my belly, his hands all over me. He’s driving me crazy as he feels every inch of my body, kissing me hungrily everywhere.

  And then, his mouth is between my thighs… With my knees pushed up high and wide apart, Kyle buries his tongue between my sexy bits, drawing a cry of pleasure out of my lips… I writhe, moaning, when he circles my clit, and his digit enters me, curling inside. It’s new to me, and I hold my breath at the stretching sensation as he pushes more digits one after another. He rolls his tongue across my wet folds, back and forth, stroking me from inside until I come again, shaking.

  Panting, I watch Kyle lower on me, his intent gaze locks with mine as he utters, “I’ll make you mine now, Ally.”

  I bite my lip, but can’t hold my moan back when he owns me in one thrust. I’m so wet and tight for him, and he growls something in approval as he slams himself in. He’s stretching me even more, and stinging pain makes my eyes well up with tears. Kyle kisses me hard, and pushes further, filling my channel with his flesh. I kiss him back, and moan again when he rocks his bottom hard, moving faster and faster. I feel his heartbeat, and hear his heavy breath as he’s working his way to the top… And then I cry out his name as something twists deliciously inside me and enormous pleasure comes flooding through my core…

  “You’re okay?” Panting, Kyle scoops me in his arms, he’s still inside me.

  I run my hand through his damp hair, and mutter, “Yes… You make me so happy… I love you.”

  “I love you so much…” Kyle breathes in my ear, “You’re my everything. You are mine.”

  ***

  We got married a year later, somewhere between my graduation and the news that we’re expecting. The ceremony was very private, with both our families and close friends attending. Of course, it could have ended with a drama as at one moment Greg turned up, uninvited. Again. Luckily, Kyle’s friends convinced him to go back where he came from. But, that’s another story that I’m not likely to tell, as the most important man in my life is my dear husband Kyle…

  Author’s note:

  I write about possessive and dominant alpha heroes willing to do anything to win their delicate women's hearts. My heroines are inexperienced and shy, but they trust and follow their men even when that means going the extra naughty, forbidden mile. Follow me, if you love reading sizzling hot and sinfully sweet romance with kinky love and a guaranteed happily-ever-after!