Chapter 5
Rowan
I wake in the night with a stiff back and a dead arm. The rain has stopped, but there’s a different rattling sound and it takes me a moment to place it.
“Fritha?” I whisper into the darkness.
“Y…yeah,” she stammers.
“Is that your teeth chattering?”
“I’m c…c…cold.”
Ah shit. She gave me the fleece and the temperature’s dropped, and there’s no way I’m letting her get hypothermia again.
“Take the fleece.”
I get up off the floor and hand it to her. She unbundles herself from the bedding and slips it over the t-shirt. It’s dark, and I try not to look at the outline of her breasts hanging loose in my t-shirt. Her bare legs flash pale in the darkness, and I’m reminded that she’s wearing no panties.
My cock twitches in my sweatpants, and my blood turns hot.
She’s in my t-shirt with no panties, and now that I’ve got that image in my head, I won’t be getting anymore sleep.
“Take the sweatpants as well.”
I slide them off, and she protests. “No. You won’t have anything. I’ll be fine with this.”
She’s still shivering, and I step out of the sweatpants. The cold air bites my legs, making my hairs stand up on end. I won’t be able to sleep again in the cold, but if she gets hypothermia again in the night, I’ll never forgive myself, and Rodney’s not likely to either.
“I can’t risk it.”
I hand her the pants and she takes them under the blankets, sliding them up her legs. I imagine the fabric bunching up against her bare pussy, and I have to turn away before she sees my erection.
“That better?” I ask.
“Thanks.” She shuffles in the bed, getting comfortable and I lie down on the hard floor. It’s fucking cold, but I don’t shiver. I don’t want her to know I’m cold and try something heroic like giving me back my clothes. I won’t sleep anymore tonight, but as long as she does that’s all I care about.
I lie on my back with my cock painfully hard, listening to her breathing and trying not to think about her pussy rubbing up against my sweatpants.
A few minutes goes past, and then I hear it again. The chattering of her teeth.
“You still cold, pup?”
“Yeah,” she whispers.
Ah fuck. There’s only one more way to keep her warm. My body wants to climb into that bed with her, but I don’t know if I can control myself if I do.
The knocking of her teeth gets louder. The only way to warm her up is to get in that bed with her. I’ll have to figure out a way to somehow keep my dick away from her.
I get up off the floor.
“Scoot over.” She lifts the blanket up and lets me in with no question. “It’s the only way to keep you warm.”
I’m not sure if I’m telling her that for her reassurance or mine.
It’s a single bed, and I’m a big guy. The only way to do this is if I lie on my side and Fritha lies on hers and we fit together like two spoons.
I’m reminded of earlier when I first brought her in from the cold, her bare body against mine. This time there’s a layer of clothing, but it doesn’t stop my dick from hardening as stiff as one of the floorboards I’ve been lying on.
I shift my hips to point upwards, hoping she doesn’t feel it. The last thing Fritha needs is a dirty old man coming onto her as she tries to sleep.
The chattering stops, and a few moments later her breathing evens out. The cold tired her out today, and she needs the sleep.
But I don’t even doze. I lie awake and I watch and I listen, and I savour the moment of holding this girl in my arms for one more night.