Chapter Eight
Logan
T hat should do it until tomorrow at least," I say, pushing open the front door and stomping my feet on the mat, trying to knock the rest of the snow out of my boots .
"Hope so," Knox says .
Rose isn't in the main room, and I wonder where she is. I know she didn't leave, but after a few hours outside, I was looking forward to seeing her again. I'd imagined her lying on the couch, her lithe, supple body stretched out as she waved hello to us .
I swallow, my dick at half-mast already .
We take our snowy, dirty boots off, and as we do, Rose walks out of the bedroom, still wearing the clothes we lent her last night. Her face is faintly pink, her cheeks glowing, her eyes bright in a way I can't exactly put my finger on, but it's incredibly appealing .
"How's the roof?" she asks, leaning against the kitchen counter .
Her nipples are poking at the flannel shirt she's got on, and for a second, my mind goes completely blank as I stare at them .
"It's fine now," Knox says in his typically brusque way. "Might have to shovel the damn thing off again tomorrow. Still don't know why the Park Service put a nearly-flat roof on a cabin in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain ."
I tear my eyes away from Rose and remove my coat, jacket, and scarf .
"We don't usually get this much snow," I point out .
"Still," Knox says .
"Well, I'm glad there won't be a cave-in at least," Rose says. "Then we'd be really screwed ."
I can think of more than a few other ways to get really screwed , but I don't say anything, and walk to the kitchen counter, standing next to her. There's no reason I'm here, I just wanted to come over .
Knox follows .
"You do anything interesting?" I ask .
It's a dumb question, but she laughs a little too loudly, and I swear she turns pinker .
"Nope, nothing at all," she says, raising her hands to her hair and shoving them through it .
I swear to God I get a whiff of her arousal as she does. Like she's been touching herself while we were gone. Maybe that's why she was in the bedroom .
I'm going to lose my mind if this snowstorm doesn't end soon .
"We should shower after shoveling all that snow," Knox rumbles. "You want to go first ?"
No, I think. I don't want to leave you alone with her, not after the way she took her top off for you last night .
At the very least, I don't want to not be here for that .
I clear my throat .
"Sure, thanks," I say .
Knox turns to Rose and half- smiles .
"You want some hot chocolate?" he asks .
"I'd love some!" she answers .
I get into the shower as fast as I can, before the water even heats up. I know I have to shower sometime — I'm pretty sure I smell like a sweaty bear that's wandered through a swamp — and that means leaving the two of them alone for a few minutes, no matter when .
But as soon as I take my clothes off and hop in, my mind unoccupied, I jump straight to the same irresistible, dirty thoughts I've been having since we found Rose in the road .
Her under me, her body tense and taut, back arched in pleasure as I tease her sweet little cunt with my cock, her wetness practically dripping out of her while she moans .
Rose on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I've got one hand in her hair, holding on tight, jerking her head back just a little and she's panting for breath, nearly whimpering as I fuck her hard and deep, again and again, her pussy unimaginably perfect and tight .
Or Rose, on her hands and knees, with Knox in front of her, his cock in her mouth as I fuck her, his hand in her hair now. There's a handprint on her ass, and her pussy's clenching around me hard, like she's about to come .
I gasp, still in the shower, and lean one hand against the tile wall as my balls tighten. I can't believe I'm thinking this about the perfectly nice, normal, innocent girl out in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate with my best friend .
But then there's one last flash of fantasy: me sitting, Rose on top of me, riding my cock.
Then Logan comes up behind her and she slows, leaning forward.
Her eyes go hazy, and then I can just barely feel him as she lets out a long, low moan while he enters her ass slowly, and then we're both inside her at the same time, Rose's eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure .
I grunt and then come, so hard that I nearly hit the showerhead with jizz, imagining Rose so overwhelmed with both of us that she can barely move .
God, it's hot. Wrong, but hot, and I take a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure .
At least I've got twenty minutes before I have to worry about a hard-on again , I think, so I finish my shower quickly and step out, dry off, and wrap a towel around my waist .
I forgot to bring clean clothes into the bathroom. I could put these back on, but then I think about the way Rose looked at me last night when I took my shirt off, her eyes wide and curious and filled with something I couldn't quite name .
I remember this morning, when I woke up with my aching morning wood between her thighs. I swear she was gently pushing back against me in her sleep, the pressure on me so delicious I nearly came .
Fuck it. She can see me shirtless. She might even like what she sees .