Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
BILLIE
I leaned against the closed bedroom door, my body pressed up against a bathrobe on the hook behind me. My knees wobbled, not from the cold, but from the electric current firing from my lips straight to my sex.
That was some kiss.
My pussy ached, and I knew if I ran my fingers through my folds, I’d find my lips swollen and dripping. I was so wet and turned on. I felt dizzy and knew it wasn’t from falling in the snow. That man made my body light up like a goddamn Christmas tree.
That thought actually made me laugh when I thought about the snow-covered trees outside. Was I actually finding something funny about all of this? Holy shit. I kissed him. I covered my mouth and muffled a giggle.
Still holding my towel, I walked through the bedroom, realizing that my exit was poorly planned. I didn’t have any clothes in here, but I figured he had to have a bathrobe somewhere? Maybe just something I could put on to keep warm?
My hands brushed against the robe behind me. The material was cloud-soft. I took it off the hook and let my towel fall to the floor. I was curious who made it and checked the label. “Heavenly Home.” It was the same brand as the blankets in the great room. Axl was a fan. Well, he said he liked nice things.
I pulled the robe on, enjoying the feeling of the fabric brushing against my skin. I stood in front of the mirror and ran my fingers through my wet hair. I’d optimistically packed up my duffle bag that morning, so all my toiletries were in the great room.
I wasn’t a girl who kissed men I didn’t know, but I hadn’t been able to resist feeling the touch of his lips against mine. The way he cared for me in the bathtub was mind-flowingly sexy. He made me feel safe. He made me feel protected. I trusted him.
Well, that was a weird feeling, I thought to myself. Is this how it feels to really trust a man?
Not that it mattered. This wasn’t a relationship. This was a situation. We were stuck in this cabin together. Axl was forced to take care of me. I needed to remember that we were both here against our will. He saved me from suffocating in the snow and warmed me in a tub, but he would have probably done that for anyone.
But did he look at everyone with those smoldering deep-green eyes? And I had felt his hard-on against my belly when we crashed together in the hall. I didn’t imagine that, did I?
I needed to pull myself together. I was a naked woman. Axl was probably turned on by boobs. What guy wasn’t? I sighed and decided that the kiss was just a kiss, and I wasn’t going to make it weird. My goal was to get the hell out of here, and I needed to stay focused. Mom needed me in Denver.
I pulled the tie on my robe tight and opened the bedroom door. I could do this. I could act normal after kissing a man. I was a grown woman.
Axl stood in the hall, holding my duffle, his hand raised in the air as if he intended to knock. He looked at the robe, his eyes widening. “I didn’t realize that was still here.”
I looked down at the fabric, immediately realizing that he wasn’t looking at the robe as if it were his. Though it was large on me, it would have been comically small on his broad shoulders and across his chest. This wasn’t his robe. My stomach turned as two words ran through my mind, Bear Coat. I put a hand in the front right pocket and drew out two hot-pink ponytail holders. In a flash, I remembered seeing his ex-girlfriend, a wronged woman throwing rocks at his car while he drove away.
“Ahh, that’s right,” I said, holding the ponytail holders in my hand. “Let me guess. This was your ex’s?”
He inhaled, his face tense. I wondered if he was thinking about lying to me. Probably.
“This is Bear Coat’s robe, am I right?”
“Bear Coat?” He said, looking confused.
“That’s what I call her. She was super-pissed, throwing pebbles at your car.”
“Yeah, I remember that part.” He sighed and ran a hand through his auburn hair.
“So, it’s hers?” I said, pointing at the robe.
“Um huh.” He nodded, his lips buttoned up tight. He still held my duffle in his hands, and he pushed it toward me. “I thought you might want your bag. I didn’t open it, but I’m assuming you brought more clothes.”
“Yes, I brought more clothes,” I said, snatching the bag out of his hands. “I’m not a total idiot.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
The last time I’d been half-dressed, Axl couldn’t tear his eyes away from my boobs. Now he avoided eye contact with me like I was Medusa. I glanced down at Bear Coat’s robe.“Should I take it off? You don’t seem super comfortable to see me in this.”
“No, nope,” he said. “It’s fine. Glad you are warm.”
“I should change.”
“Yeah, that’s great. Thanks,” he said and turned to go down the hall.
I sighed and walked away, annoyed that I was annoyed, and regretting every dirty thought I’d had about Axl.
“Hey, Billie,” he said, standing at the end of the hall. “The robe looks better on you, in case you were wondering. ”
He stepped into the great room before I could reply. He’d gotten the last word, but I had to hand it to him, his words slayed.
I hung the robe back on the bedroom door and pulled on my only extra clothes, which happened to be a pair of black leggings and a long-sleeved, V-neck tee. My hair half-dry, the power still out, it was no blow-dryer for me. Clothes on, I walked into the great room to see Axl on the ground in front of our Scrabble board. There were two cups of tea beside the game, also a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. He’d lit two gas lanterns, placing one on the coffee table and one in the kitchen. The flickering light gave the room a golden glow and took the edge off the glaring snow outside.
“I just checked, and my phone still has no signal,” Axl said, “in case you were wondering.”
“I was.” I sat down across from him, the heat from the fire warming my back.
He looked up at me, the corner of his mouth rising in what can only be called a wicked grin. “How about a little poker?” He picked up a deck of cards and shuffled, the cards clicking together efficiently as if he were a dealer in Vegas. “It’s time to move on from Scrabble.”
I was still annoyed about the robe, but I felt stupid caring about it. I needed to stop thinking about Axl as anything more than an acquaintance. It was like we were seatmates on an international flight. We shared a space, sometimes we bumped into each other, but in the end, we would land and go our separate ways.
“Fine,” I said, sighing. “I guess there is nothing else to do?”
“There is not,” he said, shuffling again. Cam’s ears pricked at the noise. “No bark, Cam,” he said proactively. “You play poker?”
“A little,” I said, giving him a sly shrug. The truth was that I did play poker. Gran and Mom loved cards, and we often played for nickels at the cabin. I spent more than a few nights winning and losing at the kitchen table.
He laughed and shuffled again, the cards clicking together. “That is the kind of ambiguous answer I’d expect from a gambler.”
“I’m not a gambler,” I said, making air quotes .
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He poured whiskey into the two shot glasses and handed me one. “Time to play and drink.”
I picked up the shot glass and held it to the flickering lamp light. “Are we just drinking, or is this now a drinking game?”
He shrugged. “Isn’t poker already a drinking game?”
“Smart ass,” I said, pouring the whiskey into my cup of tea. “I am not doing straight shots.”
“Suit yourself,” he said, throwing back a shot and smacking his lips. “I found a bottle you hadn’t smashed in the back corner of the cupboard.”
“Well, aren’t we lucky,” I said.
“Maybe we are.”
He bit his lip while he dealt, drawing my eyes to his mouth. His lower lip was full, and I knew from our kiss that he was quite good at using it. I took another sip of my hot toddy and forced myself to watch his hands as he dealt.
“Texas Hold’em?” he asked.
“Always,” I said.
His hands were large and strong. Looking at them, my mind wandered right back to the hallway and the moment his arms slid around my lower back. He pulled me close as if my body belonged pressed against him.
“You know the rules?” he asked, skepticism dancing in his sparkling green eyes.
I rolled my eyes. “Just deal.”
“Before we start,” he said, hand poised to pass out the first card. “We should agree that what happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River.”
“Like Vegas?” I asked, taking another sip of my tea.
“Yeah, like Vegas.”
“What happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River,” I said. Our eyes locked. His mouth fell open, and I felt something like heat pass between us.
“What are the stakes?” I said, clearing my throat to cover my nerves. His eyes hadn’t left mine. I felt vulnerable and exposed. “Please don’t tell me you want to play strip poker?”
He laughed and set the cards down, lifting up a tray of chips.
“I am a gentleman,” he said, taking a stack of chips out and putting them in front of me. “How about we play for the lease?”
“The lease,” I said, swallowing.
“Sure,” he shrugged. “I win, you don’t convince Louise to break my lease.”
I shifted my legs, pulling them to my chest. “Why do you think I’m going to convince her to break your lease?” I said, my voice neutral. We’d danced around this topic, and here he was, cornering me. I didn’t blame him. I was trapped here, a captive audience.
“I know you aren’t comfortable with me being here,” he said, dealing the cards.
“I’m getting more used to it.”
“Well, hopefully you’ve seen that I mean no harm,” he paused and looked up at me, his smile crinkling the corner of his eyes, “and I’d like to stay through my lease.”
“Okay, so we play for that? I win, you agree to leave if I decide, I mean Gran decides, she doesn’t want you here.”
“Agreed,” Axl said.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I said. Picking up my cards, I racked them on the table. “Finish dealing.”
We were evenly matched, and I had to admit that playing cards was a fun way to pass the time. Chips were worth one dollar, five dollars, and twenty dollars. It was make-believe money. The real pot was gaining control of the situation.
I won the first hand with a pair of aces. Axl won the next with a pair of kings. The stack of chips moved back and forth between us. Was I really going to push Mom to kick him out of the cabin? He’d made the barn better, and he’d rescued me from the snow. Still, the cabin at Smoke River belonged to Gran, Mom, and me. I wanted to beat him mostly to prove to him that I wasn’t an incompetent city girl without a clue. I also figured that having the upper hand wouldn’t feel terrible .
It was my turn to deal. I had four kings in hand and a two. I couldn’t believe my luck. I felt great about my four-of-a-kind, but wanted a higher card in case I needed it. I eyed that river, wondering if I should draw out this hand and see if I could do better. The risk was, of course, that Axl would find a better card, too.
Axl laughed, catching me looking at the river. “Looks like somebody wants to go fishing,” he said, pushing two stacks of chips forward. “I’ll bet and raise.”
“Ha. Ha,” I said, pushing two stacks of chip forward to match. My cards were incredibly good, but I didn’t want to come off as overly confident.
Axl trilled his fingers on the table. “I’ll hold.” He drew a card from the river. I watched his face, looking for any indication of the strength of his cards.
“And I’ll draw and raise,” I said, drawing a card. It was a queen. This was a great card, so much better than the two.
Axl’s lips pursed, he clucked his tongue and looked at me. “Okay, okay,” he said, matching my raise.
We went back and forth, drawing and raising. It was my turn to bet.
“All in,” I said, biting my lip. My pulse raced and nerves rippled through my body.
Axl nodded. “You sure?”
“Are you sure?” I countered.
He looked at me, then glanced around the cabin. I wondered if he was taking stock of the place, deciding if he really wanted to risk giving me a sense of power over his lease. The bet was stupid. I knew that if his lease was binding, it was binding. But I had a feeling that Axl was a man of his word. I hadn’t said I would kick him out, so if I won this game, there was some risk.
“Damn,” he whistled through his teeth. “All in. What have you got?”
My heart raced, and I shrugged. “Four of a kind,” I said, laying down my kings one at a time .
He grinned and cocked his head to the side. “Well, looks like you beat me.”
My jaw dropped. “I did?”
“Yep,” he said, turning his cards over.
Had I really just won the cabin back from Axl?
“It wasn’t even the river,” I said. “I had unbelievable cards.”
“You hungry?” he asked, turning and going into the kitchen.
I supposed it was good I wasn’t gloating. He lost fair and square. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? “I can’t believe I started with four kings. It’s impossible.”
“Improbable, not impossible,” he said from the kitchen.
He didn’t ask me if I was a woman of my word. He didn’t ask me what I was going to do with the lease. He didn’t ask me anything at all. Cam padded over and curled up right next to me. I petted her belly, liking the feeling of her warm, furry body next to mine. “I am hungry. Are you offering to cook for me?”
“Yes, I am,” he said.
I stared at the ceiling, petting Cam while Axl puttered in the kitchen. He hummed as he took out pans and opened drawers. He seemed awfully happy for someone who had just lost control of the lease.
“What’s on the menu?” I called into the kitchen.
“Well,” he said, walking into the great room. He wiped his hands on a towel. “I like to call this, we’re snowed in and eating whatever the hell I have.”
“It sounds delicious,” I said, rolling over onto my belly. I glanced over his shoulder and inhaled the smell of sausage and vegetables frying. “Another omelet?”
“Yes,” he said. “I can offer you a different cheese. I’ve got Monterey, goat cheese, brie.”
“That is a lot of fancy cheese,” I said.
“I like nice things.” He turned and went back into the kitchen. I picked up my hot toddy, got up, and followed him. I took a seat at the table while he worked.
“I do need something in my stomach,” I said. Walking from the great room to the kitchen made me realize how many hot toddies I’d consumed. I felt solidly tipsy.
“I hear you,” he said.
“You’ve had like four shots, and you look totally unaffected.”
He shrugged. “I’m a big guy.”
“Right,” I said, coughing and looking at my hands. He wasn’t talking about his dick, I reminded myself. I was the one who was cannonballing around in my head like a mad woman. One moment I wanted to evict Axl, the next I wanted to get on my knees in front of him.
“You ready?” he asked.
“For what?” I whispered, afraid he could read my mind.
“For linner. It’s not lunch and it’s not dinner. It's hard to know what time it is anymore.” He placed another gorgeous omelet on the table in front of me. The eggs were buttery and fluffy, and none of the filling spilled out.
“You are a master omelet-maker,” I said, picking up a fork.
He sat down beside me to eat, a whiskey neat before him. “In the Air Force, I was stationed in Afghanistan.”
I took a bite, not wanting to interrupt.
“It was very cold, and there was a lot of downtime between missions.”
“What type of missions?”
He squinted as if the memory hurt.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I brought it up.” He exhaled. “The type of missions where the bad guys die. Hard missions.”
“I see.” I nodded. I didn’t see. I’d never been in a situation where the stakes were that high. Life or death was a whole other level, and Axl clearly lived it.
“In the downtime, I practiced cooking. I got sick of eating mush and shitty stir-fry, so I started making stuff. And omelets were the easiest thing to make. We always had eggs and the fillings can change. So, they are kind of my thing. ”
“It’s delicious,” I said, taking a bite. “My mother used to have a catering business. She probably would have hired you.”
“Nah,” he said. “I only do omelets, but I do them beautifully.”
I raised my shot glass. “To whiskey and omelets on a winter’s day.”
Axl got up from the table and brought the whiskey bottle in from the great room. He raised the bottle in a silent offer.
“Please,” I said, pushing my cup toward him. “Are you trying to get me tipsy, Axl? Hoping I’ll get sloppy?”
“Hoping?” He winked and poured me a shot of whiskey. The air crackled between us. Was it the whiskey? Was it his glorious arms and mischievous smile? Was it the forced proximity and the feeling we were the only people in the world?
We sipped our drinks and nibbled on our omelets as we watched the snow fall outside.
“It feels like we are in a snowglobe,” I said, breaking the silence.
“A what?” Axl said.
“You know, a snowglobe? Round glass full of water and falling snow.”
He nodded. “I was thinking something along the same lines earlier.”
“Right,” I said. “A snowglobe with just this cabin inside, and we can’t really tell what time it is, and we don’t know when we’ll get out.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, dotting his mouth with a paper towel. “Time is getting weird for me, too. It does when you’re trapped.”
“Trapped.” I pretended to shiver.
“Have you ever heard of cabin fever?” Axl asked.
“Well, I have, but I think I’m beginning to really get it. I feel restless and jumpy.”
“That’s how it starts,” he said, teasing. “After that, you might get sleepy.”
“I might be sleepy because I’m a teensy bit drunk and I think it’s late.” I squinted and looked outside. “Is it late?”
“Probably,” Axl said .
“Well,” I said, stretching my arms over my head. “It feels like the world is far away. Like we are in a bubble.”
“Until that temperature rises, we are in a bubble.” Axl got up and walked to the window, peering outside. “Temperature is still below zero. We aren’t going anywhere until it goes up a few degrees. Time to do the dishes.”
I followed him to the sink, clearing my plate. Outside, the snow continued to fall from clouds in the darkening sky. Axl washed dishes by hand. He washed and dried. There wasn’t much to do, but I caught him glancing down the hall at the bedroom as he stifled a yawn.
“You are tired,” I said.
“Yes, I’m tired,” he said. “It’s hard work being trapped inside with you all the damn day.”
“Do you even know what time it is?” I asked. “I have no idea, but I think it’s late. It feels late.”
He took out his phone. “Still no signal, but I can tell you it’s eleven-thirty p.m. That is, until my battery dies, which will happen soon if I can’t charge this thing.”
“It’s almost tomorrow,” I said. “Oh, my God. It’s been over a day.” I put my face in my hands. “My mom is probably so worried about me. My friends are worried about me. It’s just so weird not to be able to call them or text them.”
“I’ll bet,” he said, putting the clean dishes and glasses back in the cupboard.
“What about you?” I asked.
“What about me?”
“Is anybody worried about you?”
He raised his shoulders in a slow shrug and wiped down the counters. “Nobody’s worried about me,” he said, “except Cam there.”
Cam lifted her head as she lay in front of the fire. I walked over and sat next to her, petting her as she slept. The burning log snapped and crackled. There was a huge stack of logs prepped and ready up the wall. At least we had heat for days and the fireplace was doing a fine job of taking the chill out of the room .
Axl stretched in the kitchen, his shirt raising in the air, and I could see the thin line of hair on his belly.
“Is it that time?” he said, walking into the great room.
“Time for what?”
“For sleep.”
“I suppose it is,” I said, my voice soft.
He reached out his hand. I held it as he pulled me to my feet, but instead of dropping my hand, he held it for a beat before letting go. My skin tingled as he released it.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said.
“I feel bad,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “You saved me today. I won the poker game.”
“You do not feel bad about that,” he said.
“Okay, you’re right. I don’t.” I looked around the room, feeling restless. Things felt unfinished between us, but what else was there to say. “Thank you for today,” I said quietly.
“You’re welcome,” he said, pushing his hands into his pockets. “It was nice having you here, talking with you. I enjoyed it.”
We both moved at the same time, trying to pass the coffee table. Cam darted around and barked, startling me. I stepped out of her way, not wanting to crush her, and I rammed into Axl in front of the fire. I was nearly knocked off my feet.
I laughed as he helped me stand. “I am normally not this clumsy.”
“You’re fine,” he said, his voice low.
The air crackled between us. We stood very close together. Axl looked down at me and brushed a hair off my cheek. My mouth dry, a wave of heat and wetness flushed between my legs. I exhaled and smiled, wishing we could stand here for longer. I knew I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I didn’t want the moment to end.
What happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River, my body whispered, urging me to touch him, to taste him, to make a move.
“How long have I been here?” I whispered, looking up at him, frozen by indecision.
“You arrived yesterday … ”
“Feels like forever. ”
“I know.”
He bit his lip and stepped back from me, raising his hands in the air as if I were molten lava.
“Goodnight, Billie,” he said, backing away. “I’ll use the bathroom first.”
“Sure, that’s fine,” I whispered, crossing my arms. I bit my lip, my heart pounding.
He walked down the hall. The bathroom door clicked shut. The moment was gone.
I stood in front of the fire, gutted. I reached out to hold the mantle. My body ached with an emptiness I couldn’t explain. I didn’t want Axl, did I? I didn’t want anyone. Yet, the way he touched me felt as though his fingertips were meant to dance across my skin. I turned and faced the fire, my eyes blurry with tears. What was wrong with me? What had I expected?
We barely knew each other. I hadn’t even been able to tell him the truth about Gran. We were trapped in this cabin making the best of a terrible situation. Today was make-believe. I thought back about our breakfast, the accident, the poker game, and the delicious omelet for “linner.”
Axl was being kind to me because he had to be. He would treat anyone the same way. But then I thought about the bath and the way he made me feel. I remembered that wild rush of longing that pushed me to kiss him. I bit down on my knuckles, covering my smile. What was happening to me out here? Axl was taking all my defenses and breaking them down brick by brick. I wanted to know what it would be like to hold him. I’d seen his naked body, but what would it be like to touch him, to make him my own.
I heard the bathroom door click open and then Axl’s footsteps striding down the hall.
“Did you forget … ?” I turned to face him, but before I could say another word, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his body. He kissed me, his lips fierce and uncontrolled.
I whimpered and melted in his arms. I was unable to form words as his lips moved against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth and danced across my teeth. All the while, he held me close.
My body was warm and compliant in his arms. I was overcome by his power and his need for me. The rock-hard bulge of his erection pressed against me just like it had when I’d kissed him in the hall. I hadn’t imagined it. He wanted me. Axl Grey wanted me as much as I wanted him.
“What happens in Smoke River … ” I gasped between kisses.
“Stays in Smoke River,” he growled.
His kisses slowed, but his lips didn’t stop moving. He sucked on my bottom lip and bit down gently. I felt my limbs tingle back to life and exhaled, reaching my arms up around his neck. I pushed into him, feeling his hard cock press against my middle.
He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me as I read his movements and jumped. I locked my legs around his middle, enjoying the feeling of his hard shaft bumping against my mound and the nub of my clit. My pussy felt alive, pulsing with desire. I was dripping wet and opening for him, and he hadn’t taken off a stitch of my clothes.
He held me in front of the fire, my legs wrapped around his waist. I ground my cunt against his body as his tongue explored my mouth.
There was a fierceness and a fire in his kiss that felt wild and uncontrolled. His breath shallow and hot against my skin, his lips sucked on my neck and his teeth grazed me, making me cry out. He spun me around and lowered me onto the rug in front of the fire.
“Don’t you,” I gasped. “The bed.”
“Fuck the bed,” he said. “I want you now.”
Kneeling between my legs, he tugged off my pants, leaving me in my panties. I scooted up on my elbows and worked my arms out of my sleeves. The heat from the fire danced on my bare skin, mixing with the heat between us. He worked his hands under my sweatshirt and pulled it off my head. I lay in my bra and panties on the ground in front of the fire, in front of him.
He looked at me as if drinking in every inch of my body. Adoration rippled off him. Without a word, he ran one of his large, calloused hands up my belly, slipping behind my back and unhooking my bra one-handed.
I was tempted to make a joke about his ambidextrous hands, but before I could speak, my breasts were exposed, and he was on his knees between my legs, his lips locked on my nipple.
I moaned, my voice shaking as he sucked and nibbled on my breast. His tongue flicking across the bundle of nerves in my nipple, pleasure spooled inside of me and rolled down my body between my legs.
He sensed the shift in my energy, and his fingers were inside my panties. His clothes still on, I felt worshiped as his tongue licked my breasts and his fingers circled my clit and then slid deep inside me.
I cried out at the sensation of his fingers entering me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his lips still on my tits.
I gasped, opening my legs wider. I imagined his cock inside me as he pushed in two fingers, then three.
“Relax, baby, relax,” he whispered, his fingers moving in and out of me like a piston.
My body melted into the motion, the walls of my pussy opening up to let him in and then tightening again as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” I sputtered. “I’m going to … ” I couldn’t form words as his fingers drove into me again and again, his lips on my tits, sucking so hard my mind filled with stars. I floated amongst the stars, which grew brighter with every thrust of his hands, until they exploded all around me and my body released, pumping and pulsing pleasure through every cell in my body.
Voice quivering, I ground out a cry, shaking and shuddering.
“That’s my girl,” he said, his fingers sliding out of me.
I shook beneath him, my legs spread, panties still on but slick with my wetness. I looked up at him. Firelight danced behind him as he sat on his knees and took off his vest and button-down. He reached out and cupped my pussy, inhaling as if he wanted to touch the heat inside of me. Then he pulled off his black shirt and sat above me half-naked .
I scooted up and tugged at his belt, looking up at his muscular chest. His pecs were strong and pronounced, his body muscular and taut. I kept my eyes locked on his while I undid his buckle and pulled his belt free through.
His head rocked back as I unbuttoned his pants. His hard cock sprang forth at the release, stretching his black briefs.
I scooted away from him and sat on my knees. I tugged on his waistband, motioning for him to stand. He followed my lead and stood up. My face level with his zipper, I jerked him toward me and tugged his jeans fully down. His back to the fire, his body was silhouetted by the flames. He stepped out of his jeans one leg at a time, standing before me in only his black briefs.
I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants and leaned forward to press my cheek against his length.
He groaned, his hands in my hair as I rubbed my face against his erection.
I pulled his shorts down, exposing his cock to the firelight. His erection was long, wide, and veined. I reached out and gripped him with my fist. Running my finger over his tip, a drop of pre-ejaculate glistened.
I scooted forward and knelt before him. I took him in my mouth, humming and breathing around his cock as I moved back and forth. I ran my tongue over his ridges, getting him slick and wet. With every exhale, I released a moan. He reciprocated, exhaling in time with me. I looked up to see him above me, hands in my hair, his mouth half-open and eyes hooded. He was beautiful, and I loved the feeling of his dick in my mouth.
I fucked him with my lips and my tongue while he intertwined his fingers with my hair.
“Like. This. Like. This?” I gasped.
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes,” he answered, and I felt him push deeper into me. “I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to come,” he yelled.
I sucked on him harder and opened my throat as he pushed into me. He jerked and quivered as the pulsing and metallic taste of his come filled my mouth. I swallowed, my body still humming from the orgasm he’d given me. I took him out of my mouth and kissed his tip. He sank to his knees in front of me, slipped an arm under my back, and then lay down on the rug beside me.
The fire next to us, our bodies slick with sweat, we breathed together, not saying a word. His hands ran up and down the side of my body.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I said, biting my lip.
“Yes,” he said softly. He reached over to the edge of the couch and tugged on one of the blankets. Pulling it down, he threw it over us and scooted down again so our bodies were spooning. We faced the fire.
“Wow,” I said.
“You can say that again,” he said.
“Okay, wow.”
He laughed and kissed my shoulder.
“You know, if you really wanted to have a slumber party with me, you should have asked,” I giggled, wiggling my back side.
“I know you had that big bed all to yourself,” he said, his lips on my shoulder. He bit down softly, making me cry out. “It was just a little too far away. Besides, I like watching the snow from out here.”
He propped himself up on an elbow. I rolled onto my back, looking up at him. His green eyes glimmered as he looked back at me. I reached up and ran my hands along his beard, pausing to trace a line across his lips.
“Look,” he whispered. “It is our own personal snowglobe. You were right.”
“In our own personal Vegas,” I whispered.
“What happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River.” His voice low and gravelly, he moved over me. His hands on either side of my arms, his hard cock pushed between my legs. He dragged his tip across my entrance, and then lifted himself up so that the weight and heat of his cock rested on top of my pussy.
“Oh, my.” I exhaled, my eyes closing. My breathing labored, I ached to be filled by him .
My body responded to him as if there were no end to my wetness or need for him. I spread my legs and grabbed his ass.
“Please,” I said, rocking my hips up, creating a path for him to slide inside me. “Please.”
He nodded and his tip pressed against my entrance.
“Breathe with me,” he commanded, and we inhaled together as he pushed his shaft inside my hot, wet cunt.
“Oh, Axl,” I whispered, the length of him filling me.
His head rocked back. Eyes hooded, veins on his arms pronounced.I lifted my hips to pull him in deeper.
“Slowly, baby,” he said.
“Um huh.”
Back and forth, he pushed his shaft inside me, and my body lit up with every stroke. My arms round his back side, I gripped him as he pushed inside me. Our rhythm was slow and languid as my arousal swirled and spun around me, the nerves between my legs tightening as if preparing for another lightning strike.
We moaned in unison. His voice was low, guttural, and full of grit and need.
I sighed and squealed every time he pushed into me. Our rhythm increasing, he pulled out, then pounded into me, faster, deeper, harder.
“Harder,” I gasped as our movements escalated.
He growled in response. I cried out as his dick drove into me again and again. My orgasm grew closer stroke by stroke. His breath and his moans all pushed me closer to ecstasy. There was no sense of time or place between us. I was aware of nothing but my need for him and the exhilarating sensation of his cock stroking me closer to coming.
Our breath in time, our strokes deliberate and deep, my body melted into him as my orgasm gathered, primed and ready to release.
He pushed in again, and I shattered. I cried out, my body shaking and shuddering as he came inside me, pulsing and throbbing. He collapsed on top of me. Salt on my lips, he kissed me as we shuddered and shook, riding out the final waves of our mutual pleasure.