Chapter Sixteen
Rose
I know I'm a total softy, but the thought of an animal — especially a wild animal — stuck in a human trap like that, dragging it around in the snow, makes me want to cry .
As Knox and Logan pull on their gear, I make them a fast-but-big breakfast: bacon and eggs, toast, anything I can pull from the fridge. They've got trail rations ready to go — of course they do, this is their job — and they scarf down what I've made for them before donning their final layers .
"You won't kill it, will you?" I ask as we stand by the front door and they strap on snowshoes .
The two men exchange a look, and something wells in my chest .
"Probably not," Knox finally says. "If it's just its leg, we'll probably sedate it and bring it to the pens here until we can get it to the wildlife veterinarian in the valley, since they're endangered ."
"Why probably?" I ask, my voice unsteady .
Like I said, I'm a big softy, and I know it .
"It might be too hurt to save," Logan says. "And in that case ..."
"It's probably fine," Knox assures me, and both men stand .
"We promise to do everything we can," Logan offers. "Try not to get too bored without us, okay ?"
I smile, still worried for the poor bobcat, but I trust them .
"Okay," I say .
I give them both a long kiss goodbye, and then they leave, out into the snow .
* * *
I get pretty bored. It's almost stopped snowing, and the wind and the storm have definitely died down, but there's still several feet of snow on the ground.
Not that I could go outside and play in it — I'd have to borrow their clothes, which are about ten sizes too big, or wear my jeans and old, ratty coat .
I already almost died once that way, so I think I'll stay inside, thanks .
I make more coffee. I eat breakfast, then lunch. I start a puzzle, read some very old issues of National Geographic, work on the puzzle some more .
After a while I realize I didn't shower yesterday, so I go ahead and hop in. The warm water feels good on my skin, and I luxuriate for a while .
And I think about yesterday. I can't believe I did that, twice . I can't believe I lost my virginity to two men, that my very first sexual experience was a threesome .
I've always been the nice, quiet, mild-mannered girl. I grew up calling my elders sir and ma'am , and I've never really stepped a toe out of line. When I drove the truck over that shortcut, I did it because I was desperate .
But this . This is crazy, wild, totally beyond anything I ever thought I'd do — and I like it. I like it a lot , so much that even as I put together a puzzle of a rose garden or read about the ancient city of Timbuktu, I'm aching and wet .
Thinking about Knox taking my virginity yesterday morning, how it just barely hurt but then felt fucking incredible , how right after that Logan fucked me too, both of them coming inside me. Thinking about later, sucking Knox off while riding Logan's cock, and then Knox's finger in my ass .
I can't believe how dirty it is. It's filthy .
But it doesn't feel wrong .
I'm touching myself, in the shower. I didn't mean to, because I wanted to be horny and ready to go when Logan and Knox got home, but I can't help it. I lean against the cool shower wall and circle my clit slowly with my fingers .
It's not enough. I bite my lip, needing more, and move my hand down until I'm pushing my fingers inside myself. It's not a cock, not nearly , but it's closer to what I need , and I swallow, panting .
"Please fuck me," I whisper out of nowhere .
I keep going, slowly working myself into a frenzy. I pretend it's Knox, fucking me slow and hard, while Logan licks and sucks at my nipples, one hand sliding down my back toward my puckered asshole .
I moan out loud again, putting one foot up on the lip of the tub .
I know what I need .
Quickly, I grab the soap, lathering up the fingers of one hand as I keep fucking myself with the other. Then I put my fingertips against my puckered back hole, just like Knox did last night, and push one inside .
I groan, my head against the cool tile of the bathtub, and bite back the urge to beg someone to fuck me. It's only my hand, and that would be ridiculous, but it feels so good to have that hole filled, especially at the same time that I'm fingering my own pussy .
I know I'm on the edge, and I swallow, trying to force myself not to come, just yet. Gently, I push another finger into my back hole. For a moment, there's resistance, and then I feel myself open up, the incredibly tight ring of muscle letting my fingers through .
Fuck it feels incredible, and I moan again, the loud sound bouncing off the bathroom walls.
I can't help but wish it were a cock, one of my men, and I think of Logan, bending over me on my hands and knees, pulling my hair back as he fucks my asshole hard and deep, calling me their dirty little girl .
"Please fuck my ass," I whimper, even though there's no one around, and then I come.
My muscles all contract so hard that I nearly push my own fingers out of me with an incredible sheer force.
I go limp against the shower wall, gasping and panting, and when it's over, I pull my hands out, the warm water still beating down on my skin .
After a while I wash my hands, then turn the water off in the shower, wrapping myself in a towel .
That felt good, but it wasn't enough. I want the real thing, and I want it tonight .
* * *
The sky gets darker slowly. Since it's all iron-gray, I can't tell where the sun is, but I can tell night is falling, and I'm nervous about Logan and Knox.
I know this is what they do, and I know they've got plenty of survival skills and they're going to be fine, but I can't help imagining bad things .
What if they fell off a cliff ?
What if a mountain lion got them ?
To distract myself, I build a fire — it takes me a while — and then, in a when in Rome moment, stretch out on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace with a National Geographic .
I read for a while, distracted by worry and also by thoughts of what I'm going to do when they finally get home. I can't believe it's only taken me a little over a day to become a full-fledged sex maniac, but it's been almost twenty-four hours .
I need them desperately .
The fire's warm. I'm on a bearskin rug, wet and ready as ever .
In a fit of inspiration, I take off all my clothes, then lounge there, still reading .