by Ivy Jordan
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 rolled 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.
I stepped towards him, lif
ted my arms to his strong shoulders, careful to avoid his injury, and pulled myself into his bare chest.
“You’re not taking advantage of me. If anything, I’m taking advantage of you,” I snickered.
A loud shriek roared from my throat as Xander gripped me tightly around the waist and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to the bed, dropping me hard enough on the mattress that I bounced. I laughed uncontrollably with surprise and happiness, mostly happiness, as he lowered himself over me, covering my body like a blanket with his.
Chapter Thirteen
Xander
I woke up with my arms still wrapped around Bailey. Her skin was so soft and smooth that it felt like silk against my arms. My lips gently pushed into the back of her neck, nuzzling past the long red hair that flowed down her back. She was beautiful, truly beautiful.
“Good morning,” she mumbled, her voice so mild and delicious I couldn’t think of anything sweeter to wake up to.
“Yes, it is,” I whispered, offering another soft kiss to the nape of her neck.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, rolling over in my arms to face me.
Her deep green eyes stirred that unfamiliar feeling in my gut once again, and I had to swallow hard to keep my throat from closing.
“I slept like a rock,” I admitted, realizing it was the first time I’d slept all night in a long time.
There were no nightmares, no flashbacks of war, and no guilt riding me from letting my boys down.
“Good,” she whispered, pulling herself into my chest.
The feel of her cheek against my heart made it beat faster, harder even.
“No nightmares?” she questioned.
Her hot breath hit against my skin as she spoke. I stroked her hair, carefully moving it from her shoulder. I stared at the tiny freckles on her skin, lost in a trance for a moment as I pondered her question.
“Not a one,” I sighed.
“You just need to hold me,” she giggled.
She was being playful, but it was true, at least that was what I believed. I’d spent every night waking up in a sweat before holding her. No matter where I’d gone, I couldn’t get away from the images and sounds that haunted my mind. During the day I could control the thoughts, keeping busy with work, but at night, they took over.
“You may be on to something,” I chuckled, squeezing her tightly in my arms.
“Then I need to stay,” she whispered.
Her head lifted, allowing her big green eyes to stare into mine. My heart ached at the thought of her leaving, but I knew she would. She would have to, eventually.
“You have a life out there,” I chuckled half-heartedly.
I felt that sinking feeling in my chest and a grinding in my gut from my words. Bailey, if that was her name, had a life, and it didn’t include me. This was a matter of circumstance. I saved her, she felt grateful, and without memory of what waited for her outside these cabin walls, I was her life, but only for now.
“I like this life,” she said sweetly.
I do too.
“Living out in the middle of nowhere isn’t any kind of life for you, or anyone,” I pointed out.
“If it’s good enough for you, why not me?” she questioned.
“You don’t have a past haunting you like mine,” I smiled.
“As long as you have me next to you, in your arms, your past can’t haunt you,” she sighed.
I wish it were that easy, and that it was true. It was one night; that’s all. I’m sure I’ve had random nights where I didn’t wake up sweating, even though I couldn’t remember when, or if ever.
I squeezed her gently into my arms, causing her head to fall back onto my chest. My heart was racing, and I knew she could feel it against her cheek. She was doing something to me, but what, I wasn’t certain.
“If you don’t want me here, you could always come with me,” she breathed.
I chuckled. The thought of leaving my lifestyle for one that involved the hustle and bustle of town amused me.
“I don’t think so,” I laughed.
Her head lifted again, this time abruptly, and her expression was filled with irritation. “Why is that so funny?” she demanded. Her lips were tightly pressed together, and her eyes glaring into mine.
“It’s not being with you that’s funny, it’s me living in town. I wouldn’t know the first thing about how to handle that,” I admitted.
“What’s so bad about town?” she asked.
“The noise, the people, the way of life,” I explained.
“Way of life?” she questioned.
I sighed. I knew she wouldn’t understand. No one understood, and that was fine with me. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, it didn’t matter if anyone understood.
“I’m just not cut out for the daily grind of life in town,” I said carefully.
Bailey sighed, resting her head back onto my chest.
“So, you want to be alone?” she asked.
For the first time since I don’t know when, that was a question I couldn’t answer. Before Bailey fell on the path below my cabin, my answer would have been yes, without a doubt. Now, after spending this time with her, enjoying having her near me, it wasn’t such an easy answer.
“I like being here with you,” I said softly, brushing her hair from her face. I could see her lips curling into a smile, and knowing she was happy calmed my pounding heart.
“I need to get some heat in here,” I said quickly.
As I started to move, she pushed into me, letting her weight pin me to the mattress. I chuckled as I lifted anyway, showing her she wasn’t strong enough to stop me.
“I’m plenty warm enough,” she whined.
“Yes, until you get up,” I warned with a laugh.
“I don’t want to get up. I want to stay in bed all day,” she argued.
“What will we do for heat?” I asked.
“We’ll just make love,” she answered.
“And food?”
She giggled. “We can nourish one another.”
I laughed as I scooted from the bed and to my feet. That all sounded nice, but not realistic. I’ve lived in the woods long enough to know that heat needs to be flowing at all times in the cold months of the winter, especially during a storm. And food, yes, it is needed as well.
She pouted with her bottom lip out as I walked towards the fire. I turned to watch her snuggling up into the blanket with her eyes staring at my backside.
“You checking me out?” I chuckled.
“It’s a beautiful view,” she sighed.
I worked on the fire, adding a couple logs and working the poker until the flames started to rise. I’d never been buck naked in the cabin, or any cabin in this kind of cold before, and it was almost too painful to bear.
“Come back to bed,” she coaxed, lifting the blankets to invite me inside.
I caught a glimpse of her nude body, perfectly curved, sexy and smooth, causing my cock to twitch against my leg.
“Hold on,” I smiled, rushing towards the kitchen.
I grabbed the coyote that had been brining overnight and carried it to the fire where I hung the metal bucket over the flame. Bailey tried luring me back into the bed with a show of her skin, but the cold was too much for her to show it off for long. I laughed as I raced back to the kitchen, grabbing a couple waters, a bag of trail mix, and a couple of my ration meals.
“What is all that?” she asked as I placed it near the bed on the floor.
“We have heat, and we have nourishment,” I explained, sliding into the warm bed against her.
Her smile warmed me more than the fire.
Against her body, mine began to tingle, and I felt blood rushing to my cock. I couldn’t control the erection erupting between my legs. Bailey’s eyes lit up as I pressed against her thigh, my hard member ready for the warmth she’d promised.
Everything was so effortless, our bodies meshing together, our rhythm synchronizing to our own special melody. I’d never felt so
comfortable with a woman before, with anyone before.
We nibbled on the nuts and sipped on water while Bailey played with one of the rationed meals I’d brought over.
“How do you do this?” she asked, confusion filling her tone as she turned the package over and over.
I laughed, taking it from her hands, grabbing a bottle of water, and opening the package at the end.
She watched as I pulled out a variety of foil packages.
“Barbeque pork sandwiches, pound cake, and peaches,” I boasted.
“In there?” she wrinkled her nose.
I chuckled as I gripped the heater pack and inserted the foil packet of barbeque pork, and then then the flat box that contained two buns. Within seconds, the packet started to heat, and steam rolled from the box I’d placed it in. Bailey’s eyes were wide and curious as I pulled everything out and started preparing our meal.
“That’s amazing,” she gasped.
I spread the hot barbeque over the warmed buns, and then poured the real peaches over the pound cake I’d opened. The container included forks, salt, and even extra packets of barbeque, which I quickly divvied up.
“That’s unbelievable. Does it taste good?” she questioned, her eyes narrowing as she stared at her meal.
“Try it,” I insisted.
She picked up the sandwich, took a small bite, and then gasped in delight. I laughed at her reaction, realizing that she probably thought the ration pack would taste more like dog food than real food.
As we ate, she questioned me about my life in the military, and it was nice having someone to share my experiences with that wasn’t there. Everything I told her, she would react with amazement, concern, or astonishment. I loved watching her as I talked.
“So, the nightmares, that’s all real stuff?” she questioned.
I nodded, not anxious to get into any details. She didn’t push, and for that I was grateful. We were having an amazing time, and I didn’t want to ruin it with any horror stories or bad memories.
“After the military, I moved around a lot,” I explained, changing the topic before she had a chance to change her mind and ask for details.