Chapter Six
Knox
L ogan leads Rose into our bedroom while I wash the mugs in the sink, then put them in the dish drain. It puts me into a black mood. I'd already thought of this, that she probably needs to share someone's body warmth, at least tonight .
I'd just wanted it to be mine .
I can hear them talking in the bedroom. Rose laughs. So does Logan, and I stay out in the kitchen so I don't have to go into the bedroom and watch her snuggle up next to him .
But the thought flashes across my mind one more time. Rose, on her hands and knees, looking up at me. Logan sliding into her from behind as her eyelids flutter with pleasure, her mouth open. I guide my cock towards her lips and she opens wide, sucking me desperately as she moans .
Fuck. Now I'm so hard I'm afraid my zipper might break, and worse, what I'm imagining is totally impossible .
Rose doesn't seem like she'd so much as kiss a stranger, let alone have sex with one .
Let alone have sex with two at the same time. She's innocent and sweet, kind of shy. Her own parents have forgotten about her, so it's up to us to protect her .
Protect her. Not fuck her .
I listen to the murmurs of Logan and Rose getting into bed, grinding my teeth as I do, but I walk over to our shortwave radio and flip it on .
Static. The snow's coming down hard and heavy, and the wind out side is howling — I'd probably be more surprised if it were working .
Doesn't matter. None of us is going anywhere for a few days at least, and as soon as the radio is working again, we'll call it in, let anyone who's worried know that she's okay .
After a while I head into the bedroom to go to sleep myself. I don't turn the lights on, because I don't want to wake them, but I can still see the dark outline of Rose's face, curled on her side under the heavy blankets .
Behind her, Logan is sound asleep already, and I take off my clothes quietly, stripping to my undershirt and boxers. My dick is still so hard that it looks like I'm wearing a Boy Scout tent, but who cares? They're asleep .
And then, as I turn down my covers and wish, one more time, that I was getting in next to Rose, she opens her eyes .
I can just barely see her gaze flick from my face to my massive tent and back .
She smiles, just slightly .
Somehow, I fall asleep .
* * *
I toss and turn all night. Snow isn't noisy, but the storm is, and I've always been a light sleeper, so every time the wind whips around the cabin I wake up, wondering if I need to get up in the middle of the night and fix something .
In the morning, I'm awake before Logan and Rose. She's on her stomach, her hair fanned out on the pillow around her, and he's turned toward her. I can't see beneath the covers, but from the way they're lying, it looks like his arm's thrown over her .
I pull on a few layers of clothing and leave the room so I don't have to look any more, heading into the kitchen, where I make coffee and then drink it black while I stare out the window and watch the snow come down .
All I can think is thank God we found her .
The snow is probably at least eighteen inches deep already, and there's no sign it's going to stop.
It's supposed to keep storming all of today and into tonight, so there's no telling how much we'll end up with.
It'll be a lot. Probably enough that we'll need to go outside and shovel off the roof to prevent a cave-in, since all that snow gets heavy .
I finish my coffee and pour myself another cup as my stomach growls. I remember that we didn't even eat last night, just went to bed, and for a moment I kick myself .
She worked all day, nearly froze to death, and you didn't even offer her food ?
The cabin's very well stocked for the winter, so I set to work making a feast for breakfast. Yeah, Logan's better at human interactions than I am, but I'd like to see him making a fucking omelet .
In a few minutes, I've got bacon frying, pancake batter made, fresh coffee in the pot, and I've whipped up orange juice from concentrate. Just as I turn on the griddle to start warming up, the bedroom door opens .
Rose steps out. She's still wearing my old shirt and Logan's old sweatpants from yesterday, and they're so big on her it looks like she might drown in them, but there's something oddly alluring about the sight .
Like we've both just had her and she picked up whatever clothes were on the ground .
My cock twitches, yet again .
"That smells amazing!" she chirps, all brightness and light, padding across the kitchen to stand next to me. "You'd think that since I work in a diner I'd get tired of bacon, but I never do ."
I look down at her in surprise, a slow smile spreading across my face .
"You seem better," I say .
She smiles and looks down .
"I think I just needed some rest," she says. "Is that coffee ?"
I fill a mug and hand it to her .
"How did you sleep?" I ask. I don't mean to, but it just slips out .
Rose glances away, looking out the window where nearly everything is blindingly white .
"Really well, actually," she says. "Considering that I was sharing a bed with a total stranger. I was really tired ."
"We're hardly strangers anymore," Logan says, coming out of the bedroom as well .
He's bare-chested, holding his shirt in his hands, and Rose looks at him and then quickly looks away, her cheeks turning pink. Jealousy writhes in my chest .
I know they didn't do anything but sleep. I was five feet away. But I can't shake the thought .
Not that he might have gotten to have her, feel her soft body under his as he ravished this beautiful, innocent girl .
But that he might have done it without me .