Chapter 5
SANDY
Emmett is slow to rise.
I don’t blame him. When he’s awake, he’s very, very quick to rise. After last night, he needs some rest.
Wrapped up in a thick blanket, I tiptoe around the big space that serves as his room.
His house, I suppose, if the rest of the lodge isn’t considered his living space.
It’s an entire corner of the lodge’s north wing on the first floor, one big room that used to be two.
The dividing walls were knocked down, and Emmett made it his own.
There’s a full kitchen with a giant metal island, dozens of pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, two cast-iron hearths, a comfy sofa, a very wide, stuffed bookshelf, and Emmett’s big bed in the corner under the windows.
It’s all very him, functional and rustic.
The storm passed in the night, leaving behind shimmering sunlight in the windows. A ray of light beams over his bed like a spotlight, searching for evidence of our naughty night together.
Evidence. My phone…
Oh, boy.
I waddle on sore legs out into the hall, stealing a pair of his big slippers.
It’s quiet and chilly out here, so I hurry along, feeling a little odd that I’m naked under this blanket.
Every room I pass, I have to fight back the silly feeling that a guest will open their door and be shocked to find me scurrying down the hall with Whiskey following closely behind.
Maybe the reviews would be better if I stalked around naked all the time…
Out in the lobby, the fire has died down to smoldering coals. They seem to smile and wink at me, as if to say, ‘We saw it all. Thanks for the show.’
Well, fire, you didn’t see everything after we left for Emmett’s room. I’m not even sure what time we fell asleep.
My phone is right where we left it, pointed at the scene of our first time. The chair is still lying flat on its back, and the other is sitting halfway across the room. My dress, bra, panties, and all of Emmett’s clothes are scattered around. The two whiskey glasses are right where he left them.
Hopefully, Emmett isn’t expecting more guests today, because I’m too cold and eager to get back to him to clean everything up right now. I hurry down the hall, phone in hand. It stopped recording due to storage space, so the battery isn’t dead.
I pull up the recording, and my jaw drops.
“Oh, my…”
Back in the room, Emmett is up. The smell of coffee greets me with his smile.
“Morning,” he says groggily. “Was worried you’d made your escape.”
The man never bothered to put a single article of clothing back on. He stands there in his rustic kitchen, body bulging in all the right places, glowing after a long night of sex.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, doing my best not to gawk. Even soft, his cock is quite the sight. “I’m here for a two-day stay, remember? I intend to get my money’s worth.”
“After last night, I think your stay is on the house…”
I plop down on the edge of his bed. “Don’t think you can buy a glowing review, Emmett. I’m an honest woman.”
He smiles as he pours coffee out into two mugs. “I wouldn’t dare. No espresso, sorry.”
When he joins me, I take the mug with a smile. “Thank you. This is perfect.”
There’s already a fire going by the bed, and we sit with the warm sounds for a while, sipping our coffees, staring out the window. Whiskey curls up in a little nook under a window, purring like an engine.
Both of us decide to start talking at the same time.
“Last night was—“
“About last night—“
I meet his eyes and laugh. “You start, please.”
“I’d rather you did,” he says. “I’m not very good at this.”
“At what?”
He groans and slams his eyes shut. “Telling people how I feel.”
“Oh. It’s easy.”
“Really? Got any tips?”
“Yeah.” I cup his face with one hand, gently brushing his beard. “Whatever you’re thinking, just tell me. I don’t like games, remember? To me, transparency is the sexiest trait a man can have. And, after last night, I don’t think you’re going to shock me.”
“But you already think I’m sexy.”
I cock my head at him. “Do I?”
Emmett nods and sips his coffee, smirking like a fool.
“All right,” I admit. “I obviously do. Last night was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me, and it’s not even close…” I think about what I found on my phone, and get all hot again. “So, be honest with me now, and you’ll reach heights of attractiveness that shouldn’t be possible.”
Emmett’s leg bounces nervously. Before he can find the words, he lurches up and starts pacing in front of the bed.
I lean back and cross my legs, happy to sit here with my coffee while he tortures himself. This is a perfect view, really. Much better than the lake.
Finally, he faces me. I do my best to look at his eyes and not his… impressiveness.
“I’d like to hire you,” he says.
I nearly choke on my coffee. “All right. Not exactly what I thought I was about to hear.”
“It’s the best I’ve got. Stay here and work this place with me.”
“Work it?” I shrug and sip my coffee. “Emmett, I don’t know anything about running a lodge.”
“Just… deal with the people. You’re like Eric. When you walk into a room, it changes. I can’t explain it.” Emmett takes a step toward me. “With you here, things will change. They’ll be like they were when he was alive. I won’t be alone…”
Even though his perfect body is right here in front of me, I can’t help but stare into those warm, longing eyes.
“Oh, Emmett,” I whisper, fighting back tears.
He sits next to me and takes away my coffee. With my hands in his, he begs and pleads, telling me everything I want to hear.
“There will never be another person like you, Sandy. Not walking through those doors. I… I know this is fast. It’s crazy.
I’m fucking crazy. But, no games, remember?
I want you here. You can have your own room, just as big as this one.
We can date, and you’ll have your space when you want it. I can be invisible—“
“I’d never want you to be.” I grab his face. “Do you hear me? You don’t have to hide, Emmett. You have so much to offer people.”
Emmett’s mouth falls open, and he shakes his head. Tears well in his eyes. “Then help me share it. Please. Help me live again.”
Gears turn in my mind.
My job is digital. Really, so long as there’s an Internet connection, I can work from anywhere in the world.
And I may not know anything about running a place like this, but I’d surely be better than Emmett at interacting with guests.
Could every night be like last night? A stormy night by the fire with a man who wants me more than the air he breathes…
I’ve been all over the country, looking for something.
Have I found it?
Still holding his face, I take a deep breath, smile, and incline my head toward him. “Perhaps, tentatively, I could help out around here. Stay for a few months… I do find the lodge quite homey. Even if the owner is a bit of a hermit.”
If a man’s face could replicate a sunrise, I imagine it would look something like this.
“You’ll stay?” He pops to his feet, too excited to stay still.
“For a while, anyway. Why not?” I shrug and let him take my hands. “You intrigue me.”
“I intrigue you?”
“The job intrigues me,” I say. “The lodge. You’re just the cherry on top.
” I glance between his legs, seeing it grow with his excitement.
“A big, hot, impressive cherry on top. But I’ll need to keep working on my travel channel.
Understood? There will be times when I need to leave for a week or two. ”
“Of course. Whenever you need to. No problem.”
Emmett’s face is not convinced by his words.
In fact, I don’t think this man ever intends on letting me out of his sight again.
I’ve got no problem with that.
“Well, it’s only fair that I interview for the position.”
“Why?” Emmett laughs, picking up his coffee again. “There are no other candidates.”
“Still… you should at least review my video application.”
With a sly smile, I open up the recording on my phone and hand it to him. Emmett’s eyes go wide. He watches me ride him, moaning so loud that he instinctively turns the volume down.
His coffee spills.
That mighty cock grows.
“That is…” He clears his throat, never taking his eyes off the screen. “That’s something…”
Slowly, I reach out and run my finger along his shaft. It twitches for me, and I pull him forward by his hips.
“Do I get the job, then?” I ask, cocking my head up at him as I start to stroke. “Do you think I can perform my duties adequately?”
“Are you kidding? More than fucking adequately…”
Emmett moves to toss the phone on the bed. I stop him with a hard squeeze of my cock.
Once he’s looking at me, I wag my finger.
“My body needs a short break,” I say, biting my lip. “But my mouth…”
One lick from base to tip is enough to make him tremble.
“Sandy… fuck…’
“Why don’t you watch that footage while I… perform my duties?”
A perverse smile breaks over his face. “You want me to watch us fuck while you suck my cock?”
I smile back, pressing the pulsing head against my lips. “So glad we understand each other…”
As I fill my mouth with his raging cock, Emmett moans my name. I peek up, pop him out of my mouth, and hiss, “Watch. And turn up the volume…”
“You really are a dream.”
“We’ll see what you think after a couple of weeks.” I swirl my tongue around him. “Maybe you’ll get sick of me.”
Emmett wrenches my head back by my hair, ripping the breath from my lungs.
I gaze up at him, mouth open, completely at his mercy.
“I won’t,” he promises, biting my lip. “Not a fucking chance.”
I nod against his grip. “I know… I know…”
“You don’t,” he says. “Not yet. But you will. I’ll make you understand.”
He throbs between my fingers.
Those eyes burn hotter than any fire he could ever build.
“Make me understand,” I huff. “I want it…’
Emmett smiles, smacks my hand away, and guides his cock past my lips. He forces my head down until I gag.
I wish we were recording this.
When he’s had his fill, I want to watch him manhandle me. I want to see it all again from another angle. And again. And again.
Emmett may not be an ax murderer, but there’s a dangerous lust in him. A lust I’ve unleashed.
If there’s a storm blowing outside, I don’t know it.
If new guests are arriving, walking through the mess in the lobby and wondering what happened, I’ve got no idea.
Emmett’s powerful body is all there is. His big cock in my mouth. Desperate words of devotion meant only for my ears.
Finally, I hear the video from last night playing again. I hear myself moaning his name, begging for his cum.
And just like last night, he gives it to me without question.
Travel vlogger? No.
I’m his plaything.
And he’s my big, burly toy.