Davis
What a pain in the ass. This was not what I planned to be doing at four thirty in the fucking morning today.
I take off after her, matching her two high-heeled strides with one of mine.
Christ only knows what’ll happen to her if she veers right and heads into the forest. There are old steel leg traps left from long ago here and there and a few mine shafts not far and the thought of even a scratch on her sweet, tender flesh…
No fucking way.
But she’s quick, damn, I love a good chase but this?
I’m half in love with this girl already.
She sprints toward the cabin, mud flying from under her stilettos as she stumbles on the stone walkway.
She gets through the door, spinning and shooting me a triumphant grimace, slamming it shut behind her.
How does she run like that in heels out here? That’s gold medal Olympic sport right there.
I’m equal parts livid and intrigued. I can’t wrap my mind around how she’s gotten up here alone dressed like that.
The thought that maybe someone tried to hurt her has rage bubbling inside me and a red haze covers my vision, and yet…
She sure looks fine to me. Too damn fine, to be honest.
But fuck. The smell of her shampoo is still in my nostrils and that cleavage, peeking out from under that ridiculous red jacket? I might be a recluse, I might hate the fucking world, but I’ve still got needs. Right fucking now, she is what I need.
I launch myself at the wood door, boot heel first, and burst inside on her scream.
She backs up, shadows from the lantern cast against the back wall and she looks way the fuck younger than her years. “Wish it was the wolves,” she murmurs. Her voice has a sass I don’t see coming and a wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips.
The weird mix of her youth and smart mouth is gasoline on my fire. Instant fucking erection, so hard and thick that my balls fucking throb. I slam the door shut, surprised at how much I want to be in this place right now with her.
I prowl forward, watching her square her shoulders. Brave little girl.
“This is my land, my place,” I say with dangerous certainty. I look around and notice the blankets bundled on the bed with the dirty skillet on the stove. “You think you can fucking play house in here?” I whisper at her face.
She scampers back, pushing her ass up against the kitchen table that squeaks across the wood floor. She lifts her thigh and her jacket falls away, revealing creamy skin and perfect curves in a slit so high I can nearly see paradise by the lantern’s light.
Goddamn it, why. Why? This pretty little thing is the last thing I need right now. Yet, I want her so fucking bad.
Such a contradiction. Distraction. Temptation.
I have to figure out where she came from and get her back there. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that shit.
But, even as those thoughts come, they go. I already know, I’d keep her here forever if I could. Disappear into this wildness with her under me as I pump, pump, pump her full of me spread wide on that table until she loses any notion of running again.
When I’m focused on her delicious skin and mouth-watering curves, she uses my distraction to take advantage and lunges at me, shoving me hard. Her small hands collide with my big chest, giving me an annoying shot of pain to my sternum.
This little baby-faced brat. The ferocity of her anger makes me even more primal, even more intense.
With lightning speed, I wrap my hand around her throat. Her gasp makes the beast inside of me roar. She reaches for my hand, trying to push it away from hers. The sass and strength in her stormy blue eyes changes into fear and something else… desire?
Damn, this girl.
“Stop,” she whispers with that cute little hint of a southern drawl, but it’s her eyes that tell me please. It’s the way she leans into me that tells me more. And it’s the fucking way she moves her young pussy over my hard dick that tells me she wants this.
Stop. That word only makes me want her more. The chase, the push back. I’m ready for the challenge Red Riding Hood, I’m ready.
“You should go back where you came from,” I growl into her face.
And she closes her eyes, her lips parting with a silent moan.
“Make me,” she challenges.
Fucking Christ. She challenges me. Daring me. And it’s that moment I decide she’s mine. Just like this land is, this little girl is all mine.
With my other hand I tip her face up to look at me, the meat of my thumb against the delicate line of her jawbone.
She swallows hard. Her tits rise and fall against her jacket. Fucking delicious little orbs. A hard nipple pushes against my pec, and it’s all I can fucking do to stop myself from pinning her down and rutting her until she cries.
“Answer me. Why the fuck are you dressed like that?”
She blinks back something like surprise. “Be-because…” She stammers. “I’m…”
“You dress like this and what the fuck you think is gonna happen? You’re gonna drive men crazy.”
“No, it’s… I was… What are you anyways, some kind of mountain-man creeper out there in the woods watching me?”
I tip her chin up further.
A mountain-man creeper. Am I? Fuck. Maybe I am. But if I am, I don’t need sweet cheeks here busting my nuts about it. “This is my cabin. I shoot squatters…” She’s making my dick so fucking hard it could split an oak stump in half.
She purses her lips, fucking amazing lips, all bratty and rebellious. “I have nowhere else to go. I’ve got supplies. I know how to draw a fire. I have skills. So leave me the hell alone.”
She has nowhere to go? Fuck, that does something to my chest. And suddenly, I want to give her everything. Every fucking thing.
Fuck me.
“Yeah? You gonna go all Jack Fuckin’ London and start living with the wolves? You think they want to be your friend, Little Red?”
The mention of the wolves scares the shit out of her. Those blue eyes of hers turn into saucers. Good. She should be scared. She isn’t safe here. Because if it’s not the wolves that get her, it’ll be the bears. And if it’s not the bears, it’ll be the cold.
Christ. Damn. There’s not a fucking chance I’m leaving her out here alone. “Nothing out here wants to be your friend.”
“I know,” she says on a whisper.
“What they wanna do,” I begin. Using my hand over her delicate throat, I caress the vein that shows me how hard her heart is beating.
I lick my lips, wondering how her skin would feel under my tongue.
Or the way her earlobes will feel between my teeth.
And the way her tits will look when I’ve slapped them apple-red.
“What they wanna do is tear you apart and feast on your flesh. All night long,” I growl against her lips.
She shivers a little. Her body melts into mine. I need to show her who she belongs to. Now. Because she’s in my place, on my land. And there’s not a fucking thing that will stop me from having her.
She exhales slowly. She’s a fucking honeypot, this one. And I am one hungry bear. “Is… that what you want to do, too?” she purrs.
She’s got no fucking clue at all. It’s been so long since I touched a woman. I don’t even remember how long. And now that I’m interested in her, I’m burning for her. “Maybe,” I draw out the word as fire licks its way up my legs and bursts in my chest.
Goddamn. What is it about her? It’s like I’ve been waiting for her. Waiting for this red-hot little comet to slam into me like this.
Every inch of her is perfect. Every inch of her is what I want.
And, fucking nuts, what if I didn’t come along?
What if she was up here all alone for days?
Weeks? Months? I don’t always take this path and with the weather coming in, if I hadn’t happened this way tonight, it would have been too fucking long.
Wolves. Bears. My skin heats and anger curls in my belly thinking I could have been too late.
But, I’m here now. And what am I gonna do with her?
Whatever the fuck I want.
But she’s got herself in a situation, somehow. I can see that clear enough. And whatever it is, I want her too much already to let her figure it out alone. “Has anybody hurt you?”
Her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “No. Not really. I mean…”
I ball my fist instinctively. “What’s not really?”
“No, I’ve not been hurt. It’s just… my friends…
well, some kids from my school,” Her eyes move off of me as though the floor has the answer to my question.
“We were at a party and they got this idea to go camping. And I— when they stopped here, there was a bear and everyone ran. I don’t think they were really my friends though.
I think it was all just like mean girl’s club stuff.
It was dumb, I shouldn’t have trusted them. ”
I’m relieved that she’s not been hurt, but from the way she's measuring every word, and the piles of supplies on the floor, she’s fucking lying and I’ll deal with that later.
“How old are you? Don’t bullshit me.”
I want to know her. For real. In the most biblical goddamned sense of all but if I have to wait, I’ll die, but I’ll wait.
“Eighteen.”
The word makes my dick weep and I’m close to a gut busting nut. I believe her, but I need to be fucking sure. “Don’t lie to me, Little Red.”
Now her eyes meet mine. “I am. Eighteen. Two months back.” Her eyes are honest. And I’ve been around the block a time or two. I can tell she isn’t bullshitting.
It’s all the permission I need. So, I use all my willpower and break her stare. And then turn and walk back to the door and flip the security board down into the catch slots. I don’t need anything interrupting what’s coming next.
“Okay, then,” I murmur as I walk back to her. “Maybe I can be your friend on this mountain. I can be your protector.”
The tension is thick between us. Hot as fucking steam.
She’s nervous, but also interested. She watches my every move as I open the locked supply closet and get out some coffee.
And then I push the button on the remote to power up the generator.
As the lights come on inside the cabin, I feel her relax.
“That’s how you get the lights on.” She stares at the closet but I’m not here to talk about lightbulbs.
“You hear me? I’ll protect you, but I expect you to pay up front.”
She stiffens. Her jacket rustles, her breathing quickens. “But I don’t have any money.”
“I didn’t say a thing about money, little girl. Now take off that jacket and let me see you for real.”
Her eyes lift to mine, wide and curious. “You want me to strip?”
I nod thinking I’ve hit the fucking jackpot. I just wanted to see what she was wearing but yeah, yeah, I want you to strip baby.
Ab-sa-fucking-lutely.
I inhale her scent. Her heat. My eyes have adjusted to the low light of the cabin now, and I can really study her.
She’s fucking beautiful. So young and tender and fresh.
Taller than most girls with an elegant length to her sexy fucking legs.
She’s a twelve on a scale of one to ten. “Yeah. And take it slow.”
She steps backward, straightening her shoulders. I watch as she shakes her head. “You can’t ask that from me.”
“You offered. Now, it’s what I want and you owe me.”
She swallows. I notice the way she pushes her thighs together. She can try to resist the desire she’s feeling all she wants, but I can see the signs.
“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to change the direction of her thoughts.
“Marin,” she murmurs.
“Pretty name for a scared little girl.”
Her eyes flash, angry. “You’re kind of a jerk, you know that?”
I nod. “Tell me something I don’t know. You can call me Davis.”
“Davis,” she says softly, nothing more than a hush, like that red satin dress brushing her skin. “I like that.”
“Good. Now that we know each other on a first name basis, strip. Pay up buttercup as they say.”
I see her consider her options. There’s not many. She’s either going to do as I say, what she wants as much as I do, or she’ll be alone to deal with the wilderness. Or so she thinks. I’ll never leave her alone. No matter what I let her believe.
Finally, she nods. I watch, transfixed, as she licks her plump lips. There’s a sultry confidence in her square shoulders. She takes a deep breath and nods once more. Convincing herself.
She lets the big red jacket fall to her feet. Underneath, that strappy red silk dress wrinkles around all her curves in just the right way.
“Fuck,” I let out on a breath.
She smiles a little then. With one perfectly manicured finger, she pushes the thin strap over her shoulder down her arm.
I let my eyes trace her curves. Lingering over the Y of her pussy, the curve of her belly. I’m gonna make her mine. All fucking mine.
The other strap comes down. Creamy shoulder, a hint of a bikini tan. She smells good. Like summer. Rum and coconuts and a midnight fuck on an empty beach.
She crosses her arms and lowers her gaze, shaking her head.
“What happened?”
“I shouldn’t do this. You don’t understand. I should be away from you and everyone else. Protection. That’s why I wear red. Only red. To protect innocents from my temptations.”
Now that, I don’t like. At all. I take a step into her, closing the gap between us. With the side of my finger, I lift her jaw so she’s facing me again. “Do I look like a guy that needs protection from anything?”
A little smile. A dimple appears on her right cheek. Fuck. “No.”
“So then keep going.”
Pride, again. Confidence. Her long lashes dust her cheeks, and she scoops her thick hair over her shoulder. Slowly she turns around, casting a glance back at me that makes my balls fucking ache. “You’ll have to unzip me if you want to see more.”