Their Love Nest

3. Char

THREE

We havea fantastic dinner with Savvy and Hunter. She made some of the best baked beans I’ve ever had, as well as making me ask for seconds and thirds for broccoli casserole, of all things.

Soon, with food in the tank, work begins on finishing the gazebo. Today is about getting the support beams set up for its roof.

I didn’t come up here to help put together anything. I always thought of myself as useless for construction work, but there’s more to building a gazebo than just lifting heavy boards. Hunter and Bear did most of that, the two of them shedding their shirts as the sun went down, hoisting up the huge hunks of wood. This left Savvy and I to hand them their tools and whatever nails and screws they needed.

Well, mostly me. Savvy has a newborn and that requires constant attention. She seems kind of stressed about it, but despite her being harried, she’s so happy. I’m happy for her, too, but damn I wish it were me.

Maybe not the diaper changing and other hassles, but that’s a small price to pay for all the other joys that come with it.

Darkness falls, and work on the gazebo slows. “We’re going to end up with more mistakes than I’d be happy with if I can’t see everything,” Hunter says as we start to put all the tools and supplies away.

Soon, everyone is just relaxing around a bonfire, baby Nate resting on Savvy’s breast. It’s calm and peaceful, more silent than anything I’d ever experienced out in the city.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” Bear asks. We’re out of earshot of Hunter and Savvy, so our conversation is for ourselves alone. “Just to see Savvy?”

I let out a long sigh. “I’m staying with them for a bit. Stuff’s been rough, and I’m out of work and out of money.”

“Damn. You don’t seem to be the type to just accept help like that so easily.”

“I’m not. But I don’t have a lot of other options. I don’t want to start living out of my car. I can’t even afford gas for it.”

Bear stares over at Hunter’s cabin. “I know expanding the cabin was going to be our next project, but right now I don’t think they got room to take you.”

“Savvy’s got an air mattress for me to set up in the living room. Or I can take the couch. Whatever was more comfortable for me, she said.”

“Neither of those sound comfortable.”

“Hey, those air beds can be pretty nice. Some people use them as their actual mattress.”

“It’s more about having some space for yourself. They are a married couple with a newborn. You’re a extra person. You’re just going to feel like you’re excess and shouldn’t be there.”

“Well, yeah. But I don’t really have much choice in the matter. It’s just to help me get back on my feet.”

He pauses, obviously gathering his thoughts. “Why don’t you come and stay with me?”

I swallow. “Really?”

“Yeah. I got some extra rooms, and one’s even already got an actual bed in it. It’s a lonely place, and I could use a friendly face to wake up to every morning.”

“I just met you.”

He rubs his chin. “If it makes you feel any better, we probably met briefly at their wedding, and just overlooked one another because the whole thing was so busy, as all weddings tend to be?”

“I don’t think I’d forget seeing you, Bear.”

“And I don’t think I’d forget seeing you, either, but here we are.” He sits up. “Come on. Come home with me tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, you still got Savvy and Hunter’s to come back to. It’s probably a better fit for you.”

Every adult woman always has worries when it comes to men. Wondering about their true intentions, if men are as sweet as they are outwardly presenting themselves. The worry about them being a serial killer or having even more twisted intentions.

But I see Bear and I only sense sweetness. A kind man.

There’s a definite attraction between the both of us. We each want one another so damn bad. This is obviously an attempt for us to be alone to explore those desires, but the legitimate wish to help me is there too.

“Oh, all right,” I say, pushing through my doubts. “I’ll check your place out.”

We get up and approach our hosts.

“Savvy, I think I’m going to see if Bear has more room for me.”

Her eyebrow shoots up. “That’s moving quite fast.”

“Things moved fast between us, too, babe,” Hunter adds.

“I got an extra bedroom and bathroom,” Bear says. “Char sounds appreciative as hell for your offer, and she may well take you up on it if she doesn’t like what she sees. But I figure I can help you guys by helping her. It works out better for everyone, I think.”

Hunter nods. His approval means a lot. Savvy trusts him, so I trust him, too, and he knows Bear better than any of us. “You need gas, Char?” He hops up and grabs the can from the side of the house, and bringing it over.

“How much is this?”

“About five gallons. It will get you between here and Bear’s about twenty times unless your car has way worse mileage than it looks like it has.”

“Thanks, Hunter,” I say, taking it.

I head over to fill up my tank with it, Bear gathering his things too.

Savvy and Hunter are smiling and chatting, looking our way. Part of me wonders if they orchestrated this whole thing, like this is all some convoluted plot to get Bear and I together, them playing matchmakers.

If so, they may well have played their cards perfectly.

Through the woods, I followed Bear’s truck. It really isn’t that far, passing by the main street of Evergreen Valley on our journey. It appears to be a quaint little place with the quintessential small-town offerings.

Bear’s cabin strikes me as more luxurious than Hunter’s, although Hunter’s is a growing project of pride for him. Bear’s is already completed. It’s nestled on a hill, a large porch spanning around its entirety, rustic wooden beams holding it up. I make a note to check out there in the morning, because I expect the view to be absolutely gorgeous.

It’s a cabin already sizable for quite the family, and I wonder why Bear lives here alone. Did it belong to his parents and he inherited it?

I step out of my car, my bag at my side, and Bear waves me over to follow him. “Welcome to my castle, babe. Make yourself at home.”

We head into the house, kicking off our shoes and boots to not drag dirt all over the nice clean cabin.

Bear heads to the fireplace and gets to work, and soon a fire comes to life in the main room of the home, bringing light and warmth to the area. A big, dark-red, plush leather couch is opposite the fireplace, and I imagine sitting there alongside him, cuddling up on a cold night, him warming me more than the fire would. The fire crackles, and the whole place has the charming scent of pine and cedar. It feels more like home than any place I’ve ever been before, and I’ve been in here for a whole forty-five seconds.

“Welcome to the Love Nest,” Bear says with a smirk.

I break out in laughter. “The Love Nest?”

“That’s the place’s name. Don’t wear it out.”

“You do realize you calling it that makes it sound like you’re an overconfident frat boy?”

“I didn’t name the place. That’s what it was called when my mother bought it.”

“Huh?”

He takes a seat on the sofa. “There was a messy divorce with my dad. She took her half of the money and bought this cabin and a few acres of woodland around it. It used to be a rental cabin for couples, a romantic getaway for them to spend time alone together. At least, that’s how it was advertised. There’re plenty of rooms for families to rent it too.”

I join him on the sofa. “And its advertised name was called the Love Nest?”

“Yep. It’s cheesy, but I kind of like it. It does sound weird, given I’m living here alone, yeah, but someday I hope to make a more wholesome version of it.”

“A place to love a wife and two-point-five kids?”

He raises an eyebrow. “How do I get half of a kid?”

“It’s a joke about averages.”

“Oh. I guess so, yeah. Build a family of my own. Something I never really had.”

“Rough upbringing?”

“Not rougher than what I hear a lot of people deal with. But it’s rare to meet someone who’s had a perfect childhood.” He sinks back, deep in thought, a look of worry crossing his face.

“Hmm?” I perk up. “What are you worried about? What you want is what a lot of people want. Nothing wrong with that.”

He’s quiet for a time, lost in thoughts. Everyone has things they don’t want to talk about. In time, I suppose, he’ll talk to me about whatever is bothering him.

For now, I watch him, leaning on my hand, admiring him for who he is. He’s such a wonderful man, and I now feel weird about hesitating to come here with him.

“Whatcha looking at?” he playfully asks as he looks right back at me.

“A beautiful man.”

“Never would have described myself as beautiful, but I’ll take the compliment.”

He proceeds to look at me right back, our gaze only stopping for the briefest of blinks.

“Whatcha looking at?” I shoot back.

“A handsome woman.”

I smirk. “It’s a bit more loaded when you reverse it like that, you know.”

“Then I’ll be plain instead of clever. I’m looking at a beautiful woman. One who I want very badly.”

“And she must want you if she can’t keep her eyes off you.”

He leans in. I lean in. It’s inevitable. Our lips meet and we melt into one another. The electric bliss surges through me, and my heart pounds, and my pulse quickens. He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch so sweet, so powerful.

Our lips meet, our tongues entwining, learning the twists and contours of the other, yearning for more.

The want, the need for one another had been boiling over since we both first laid eyes on one another. And we couldn’t resist it any longer. We are alone, no pressures of decency suggesting whether or not we should indulge in our lusts and embrace one another fully and completely.

I unbutton his shirt, wanting him shirtless again. He doesn’t stop me, except to pull my T-shirt up and over my head. I briefly feel embarrassed by my basic cotton bra and panties. I wish I was wearing something more special. Bear, though, has proven he doesn’t care, and that makes him all the sexier.

He wants me as is. Free of any bullshit. He has a pure, uncomplicated desire for me. There’s nothing in the world more enticing.

His hands go across my cheeks, down my neck, across my shoulders. A trail of gooseflesh and lust is left in his wake. He reaches my bra, unhooking it, and letting my tits fall free in the warm air of the cabin. He takes a handful of each, squeezing them, massaging them, appreciating them.

I straddle him, waving my breasts in his face, which he happily accepts, suckling my nipples, little bits of heated bliss going through me as he does so.

“God, you’re just too fucking sexy,” he says when he can. “The things I want to do to you...”

“I want you to do them, Bear. Show me.”

His hands slide down my body, toward my jeans. I assist him in undoing them, letting him roll them off my legs, and enjoying the touch he brought them. He helps me do the same for him, seeing more of those tree trunks he calls legs. A big man, a powerful man, and I still yearn for more.

Even through those boxer briefs, I could sense how hard he is and how much he desires me. I giggle as I gently run my hand across the fabric and feel him throb against my palm. His beefy grip slides down my form, too, toward my panties. He feels me through them, and I coo in his face, his touch strong and pressing against me in just the right place.

I shimmy my panties down my legs, wanting him to have me without anything dampening the intensity of it all. He looks me up and down, taking in my naked body, his smile and his erection only growing in strength. His fingers slide into my center, tickling my clit, sliding inside me, making me shudder with anticipation. “You’re so wet for me, babe. So ready for me.”

“Take me,” I whisper.

“Do I need protection?”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry.”

The trust we share so quickly is strong, maybe slightly influenced by how intensely horny we both are. His cock rubs against my ass cheeks, throbbing hard with need for me. One of his hands is massaging my back, the other making sure I’m hot and prepared for what”s to come. I grab him by his length. As much as I enjoy his touch, my need for him is so intense that I yearn for the main course of our feasting.

I guide him toward my slit, teasing him against my pussy’s lips, urging him closer, before letting his head push in.

Goddamn. He fills me up so good. All of me squeezes around him as we settle in, our two sexes made for one another. We gaze into each other”s eyes, taking in our utter ecstasy.

I notice it more as I begin to buck up and down on him, the searing bliss spiking through me during the heated friction of our love making. His hands close around my waist and he begins to help me. Our pace is slow and steady at first, but we quickly find our perfect rhythm.

We sway against one another, his kisses are back and forth between my tits and my lips. My pussy squeezes him as he drives himself into me fully. The rising tide of need inside me feels like a wonderful forever, and that forever is hardly enough. I’m so amazed at how good it feels and how good he is to me. I’m also astonished at how he seemingly came out of nowhere, and how much I need a man like him in my life.

I ride on his cock with greater force, recklessly, but he’s there to keep it all under control, steady and strong. The intensity is building, everything so rapid, boiling hotter. And soon enough, it will be uncontainable, each of us able to control our release for only so long. Every stroke turns the heat up a little more, and soon our inevitable desires are boiling over.

Pure instinct drives us a little longer.

One more massage of my clit, a seductive bit of delightful pressure, and I’m gone. I’m moaning for him. My body throbbing with absolute pleasure, rippling through me as I sing out his praises. My orgasm spreads from the core of my soul and curls the tips of my toes, in desperation to deal with the intensity wrought on me.

My tight grip around him is like a vice, both in the sense of my arms around his shoulders and my pussy around his cock. He can’t escape me, and now that he’s seen that I’m coming for him, it’s all the permission he needs to allow himself to climax as well. Feeling him shudder deep within, his groan long and powerful as he releases himself inside me, its warmth is so potent within my center.

We’re both sweaty and panting but very much satisfied as we lean into one another.

“That was amazing,” he whispers, the heat of his breath tickling my ear. “Beautiful, sexy, and one hell of a fuck.”

I laugh, breathlessly and exhilarated. “Same could be said of you, big boy.”

He holds me close, being in no rush to end our embrace, simply enjoying the intensity of it all.

We slip down onto the plush leather couch, me in his arms. Usually couches aren’t the most comfortable places to sleep. Especially not with two people. When it”s with him, though, there”s no other place that I would rather fall asleep.

Bear caresses me, his fingers slipping through my hair, as we both rest after a long day of stress and exertion.

I don’t think I’ve slept more soundly in years.