CHAPTER THREE Danny
CHAPTER THREE
Danny
“Where the hell is the key?” I muttered to myself, doing a circle as if it would magically show up.
The person I’d been emailing with about the place said they would leave it under the mat at the front door.
I’d lifted the mat all the way up, checked the area, and even moved the snow around a bit, feeling around for a piece of cold metal.
But there wasn’t a damn thing other than snow.
My fingers were frozen as I attempted to unzip my bag. Damn, these things were heavy. Who would have thought? Or had I just brought too many?
I paused as I thought about it. With a smile, I answered my inner voice’s question with a nah.
I’d shoved my phone somewhere in the bag after I saw it sitting in the console between the front seats, right before I climbed out of the back seat with the last bag of the second and final load.
At least I’d caught it and hadn’t left it all the way back in the car.
Now I just had to find it in the cavernous bag.
I was so cold and out of it that I was only half aware that the front door was swinging in. When I swung my attention up and saw a big, pissed off man filling the doorway who looked like he was about to either bark at me or eat me, I freaked out.
“Oh, shit!” spilled from my mouth.
My feet worked back without my permission, though I couldn’t blame them.
Before I knew it, my legs were going up, my head was going down, and as I was trying to figure out why the world was tilting, my back met the snowy ground, effectively knocking the breath out of me for a moment.
Oh, but that wasn’t the worst part.
As I blinked up at the darkening gray sky and the dusting of snow falling on me, something else filled my vision.
I barely had time to register the tip of my purple jelly dildo flying down at my face like a sexy, terrifying missile.
It was coming for my eye. I squinted and somehow managed to block it with my hand, effectively saving my eye.
Ha, try explaining that one to the ER staff.
Unfortunately, all I did was spin it around, and I felt the huge set of conjoined balls slap my cheek, sticking slightly for a second thanks to the silicone, before it plopped on the snow beside my ear.
Oh, right. There was a person there. And he saw all of that.
I could play this one of two ways: laugh it off, or get up and pretend like it didn’t even happen.
The image of the strange man’s grumpy face filled my mind. It wasn’t hard to imagine that he wasn’t the type of person who would find humor in this situation. I jumped up, only taking a second to check out the tragic snow angel I’d made and the halo of magnificent fake cocks.
Now, there’s a Christmas card image!
Turning back to the stranger, I saw not a single crack in his armor. Not even a twitch of the corner of his mouth.
Option two it was.
I carefully walked back up the stairs, avoiding eye contact as I picked up my phone, which happened to have landed on the top step. Not that I needed it now. I brushed the snow away and checked to make sure it wasn’t broken, which it wasn’t.
“It was nice of you to meet me here, but I thought you were going to leave the key under the mat,” I said in a fast ramble.
My head was spinning. I hadn’t expected anyone to be here, and it was making me uneasy.
I wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t embarrass easily. So that wasn’t it. However, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was messing with me.
As I recovered from… the incident, quite a few things dawned on me.
Firstly, this was his cabin he had rented out to me. He likely had no idea that I’d be filming myself getting off.
And secondly, I hadn’t really thought about getting off in someone else’s space. Sure, I knew it wasn’t mine, but I hadn’t delved too deeply into the idea of what that actually meant.
Should I have asked if it would be okay before I forked over two grand? I’d never really given it any kind of thought before.
I finally dragged my eyes up, taking him in from his bare feet up. His plaid, flannel sleep pants looked worn and soft. So cozy I almost had the urge to reach out and touch them. And his… oh, my god. He was shirtless. Shirtless! His abs were tight, and his chest was the right amount of furry.
Definitely my type.
But that was the thing. He was shirtless. Which, after it sank in, had me trying not to freak out or get mad.
I wasn’t stupid enough not to catch onto what was going on here. Thank fuck I hadn’t crossed the threshold.
“Look, I don’t know how you found out, but just because I’m a sex worker doesn’t mean that this is okay,” I said rather frankly.
I tried to stand my ground as the icy wetness began seeping through my layers and chilling my entire backside. I saw the flames of a fire dancing behind him and just wanted a moment to stand by it and warm up.
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” he asked, looking more grumpy than when he’d first opened the door, as if that were possible.
He seemed genuinely confused. Like, confused about everything. If this is how he was on a regular basis, I wondered how he even made it through a day.
“Can I come in for a minute?” I asked once I sensed he wasn’t a threat. I didn’t even give him a chance to reply, choosing to take the opportunity of him being stunned to slide right past him.
There was some kind of misunderstanding or mix-up here, and I needed to get to the bottom of it. However, I couldn’t do that when I was so cold I was nearly an icicle.
“Are you… just going to leave those dicks on my front yard?” he asked.
I saucily looked over my shoulder at the artwork fate had helped me create.
“What dicks?” I said with a shrug as I walked my frozen ass over to the fireplace.
Using my teeth, I snatched off my gloves and shoved them in my pocket.
I let out a relaxed, grateful sigh as I held my frozen hands up to the fire, letting my eyes close for a second as I did my best to push away the exhaustion of the day.
I may not have had my sight at the moment, but I was still very aware of Mr. Sexy Chest.
The door closed with a heavy hand, but he didn’t seem to move closer.
“Who are you?” he finally asked.
My eyes opened, and I took in the cabin. It seemed a little smaller than the pictures had made it look. I chalked it up to camera angles, and boy, did I know about those. But a second glance had me questioning everything.
In the images, the bedroom had definitely been a whole room and not a loft built over the kitchen. And said kitchen only had enough counter space to make a sandwich, not a entire Christmas meal like I had been visually promised.
Where was the plush red couch? The hot tub that I was supposed to be able to see from the living room windows? The cutely decorated white walls, which were going to make such a great backdrop for my holiday scenes?
None of it was here. Instead, I was standing in the middle of a dark wood cabin decorated by a lumberjack.
Oh no. This was not the cabin I rented.
My vision dimmed and my hands shook as I fumbled with my phone.
I had done everything I was supposed to.
I’d checked the address a million times.
I’d checked the directions a million times.
I made sure this place was real before I forked over all that money.
And it was a real location with a cabin! So what the fuck happened?!
“Is this…” I choked on my words, my lungs felt tight as the panic started to overtake all of my functions.
I hated it when I got like this. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it.
Damn panic attacks.
And to top it all off, I was having one in front of a stranger.
“Hey,” came his low, gravelly voice. It was close, like he was right beside my ear.
Then his hand was on my back, and for some weird reason, it helped to remind me where I was.
I wiggled my frozen toes in my boots, then pressed my knees together.
My fingers tingled as I flexed and stretched them as far as they would go.
I gave my hips a little shake next before rolling my shoulders.
Breathing out a slow, controlled breath, I tilted my head from side to side.
Then finally, I scrunched up my nose a few times.
There. I was aware of every part of my body. It was all together, intact, and I was standing upright. My feet were on solid ground, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the room wasn’t spinning like I was in the middle of a tornado.
“Are you okay?” he asked with only a slight hint of irritation in his tone.
I couldn’t speak yet, so I nodded.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
Rather than trying to get it all out and having the explanation sound like some kind of alien language, I unlocked my phone and pulled up the email thread. I handed it over, shaking my hand impatiently when he didn’t take it right away.
He took a wide step back as his eyes scanned over the email thread.
“This is my address,” he stated as if I didn’t know that.
“Mmhm,” I managed to get out.
“But this isn’t my house,” he said as he flicked through the attached images.
I made some kind of noise that went along with my ‘no shit’ face.
His big, rough-looking hand came up, and he rubbed at his beard.
I shouldn’t be focused on the man’s hand. Not on how strong it looked or how there were a few small nicks here and there, like he worked with his hands a lot. The cuticles were a mess, and the nails themselves were kept short. I bet this man had never had a manicure in his life.
A man like that, he only took care of his basic needs. Which meant he likely fucked hard and rough.
Oh my god! What is wrong with you?! I snapped at myself.
I did not need to think about the shirtless man and how he might fuck.
Damn my brain.
It had been too long since I’d actually been with someone.
While I did collabs with other camboys, it was a rare occurrence.
My last few had been with my boyfriend at the time, and by the end, our sex hadn’t been that great.
I mostly did solo work and tried to make it more intimate.
Not like I was a guy on the screen getting off and they could watch. More like… I was getting off for them.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he looked up from my phone. His focus wasn’t on me, but I was struck by the glimpse of his deep blue eyes. He handed it back over, still looking confused and clueless.
Our eyes connected, and something smoldering kept our gazes locked. The fire crackled in the background, but other than that, the world was silent.
Damn, this man was fine. My luck, he probably wasn’t into someone like me. Or if he was, it was clear he wasn’t looking for someone like me right now. This cabin and his demeanor screamed “I wanna be alone in the woods, by myself.” Yes, the redundancy was to make a point.
“Let me…” He looked around, his hand now scratching at his chest. I couldn’t stop my eyes from locking onto the movement. “Grab a shirt?” Though it should have been a statement, the inflection in his voice made it sound more like a question.
“You don’t have to,” I replied with a little flirtatious tone.
Just, you know, had to put it out there.