Chapter 11 | Nick
Nick
Iawoke to the sound of soft off-key humming.
Blinking my eyes, I felt the crusty remnants of sleep and rubbed them before glancing toward the sound.
Alexis lay on her stomach on a mattress in front of the fire, humming as she thumbed through a book.
Her hair was wet and her ankles were crossed as they slowly swayed in the air.
Her ass curved in those tight yoga pants, and I took a moment to just look at her.
She was a mixture of innocence and sexiness, and I thanked God those creeps hadn’t touched her.
I never wanted her to be robbed of her lack of artifice and her genuine goodness, which I feared would’ve happened if John’s men tortured her.
“Hey,” she said, turning her head and smiling. “I was about to wake you up. You were out cold.”
“Why is your hair wet?”
She patted her damp waves. “I used the dish soap in the kitchen to take a very cold shower,” she said, shivering. “I just needed to wash off the past several hours.”
I nodded and eyed her book.
“Oh, I found this, and I’m pretty sure it’s the only book in the house.” She held it up so I could see the cover. “The Ultimate Guide to Skinning and Tanning. It’s gross, but I was bored.”
“Sounds riveting.” Sitting up, I palmed my head, noting the lingering headache. Still, I felt much better, so I’d take the win. “I need a shower too.”
“Take it quick because the water’s cold AF. I left the soap in there and there’s a towel underneath the sink.”
Rising, I walked to the window. Dusk had fallen and it was snowing heavily. The entire ground was covered with at least two feet, and I anticipated much more at the rate it was coming down.
“The pyre’s out and covered with snow,” she said. “I think the bodies burned before it went out.”
“Okay. Can you heat up some of the canned food you found? I’m starving.”
Setting down the book, she nodded. “Sure thing. It will be ready when you’re out of the shower.”
I took a lightning-quick shower, hissing under the cold water as I washed my wounds. Once I was out, I slipped back on the “borrowed” pants, hating that I had to wear the bastard’s gear, but I had no other choice.
When I returned to the main room, Alexis sat on the couch holding two mugs.
“These are the only things I could find. No plates to be seen, although there are a few spoons. Dig in.”
We sat on the couch to eat the black beans, and she eyed my bare chest.
“Did you wash your wounds?”
“Yes. I need you to apply some more antibacterial gel and bandages if you don’t mind.”
“Of course. Let me just stuff down this delicious dinner first.” She grinned. “Hell, maybe I’ll lose some weight being stranded here. I have a love affair with pizza, but it’s terrible for my thighs.”
“You don’t need to lose any weight,” I said, my eyes skating down to her cleavage under her V-neck t-shirt before lifting back to hers. “You’re perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed, making her look adorable in the firelight. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Once we were finished, she washed the mugs before sitting down on the couch and redressing my wounds. Afterward, she pointed to the mattress on the floor.
“I moved it down here because it’s cold as hell upstairs. I’m cold-natured and wouldn’t make it two minutes up there.”
“Makes sense. The fire is the only source of heat or light in this place. I’ll sleep here.” I patted the couch.
She set the first aid kit on the side table and shivered. “I was only wearing this shirt and underwear when you burst into my room at the safehouse and told me to don my pants.” She rubbed her arms under her short sleeve shirt. “Should I put on the other guy’s shirt to stay warm during the night?”
“No,” I said, scooting back into the corner of the couch and waving her toward me. “I don’t want you wearing his clothes until it’s absolutely necessary. I’ll warm you up and then you can climb under the blankets on the mattress.”
She shimmied toward me, settling between my legs as her ass rested against the juncture of my thighs.
She leaned her back against my chest and rested her head on the juncture of my neck and pec.
Nuzzling into me, she smiled as I cradled her.
Unable to resist, I lifted my fingers to her damp hair, stroking it as she exhaled a satisfied breath.
“Did you just offer to warm me up so you could cuddle with me?” she teased.
I released a shaky breath, inwardly admitting that I’d been dying to hold her; to affirm we were both okay.
“Mmm...” I murmured, resting my lips on her forehead.
She nestled further into my body, and I closed my eyes, feeling my cock harden against her sweet ass. God, I wanted to bury myself there...so deep as she cried my name and begged for more...
“Nick...” she whispered.
“It will go away...eventually,” I said, my hand softly stroking her hair. “Fuck, I’m so glad you’re okay. I was terrified they were going to hurt you.”
“I was scared too, but I knew you’d save me.” She slowly lifted her face to gaze into my eyes. “I can help it go away if you want.”
I inhaled a deep breath, staring into those gorgeous eyes as she slid her hand over mine.
“It’s normal to want to affirm life after going through something like this,” she continued softly.
“I’m not going to fuck you, princess,” I said, hating the small spark of rejection that flashed through her eyes. “But I do need to hold you, just for a minute.”
Her lips curved, and the little minx pushed her ass into my swollen cock.
“But it will feel so good...” She slowly dragged my hand over her stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants.
Threading our fingers, she dug beneath the waistband, slowly gliding my hand to her core. “I want this. Feel for yourself...”
She pressed my fingers between the lips of her pussy. “See?
I stared deep into her eyes as I slid my fingers up and down her slit, coating them in her slick honey. Once they were soaked with her wet arousal, I asked the question I already knew the answer to.
“Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”
She licked her lips as her body undulated against my fingers. “Yes.”
“Those fucking nerds at MIT are idiots. How did they not fall over themselves to fuck you?”
She breathed a laugh. “Because I’m weird and difficult, and I like computers more than boys.”
I slid my middle finger to her drenched opening, circling it as her mouth opened slightly. Her lips glistened from the recent swipe of her tongue, and I reveled in how goddamned sexy she was. Pressing my finger to her deepest place, I slowly began to ease inside...
“Oh, god...” she whimpered, that tongue darting out again, surging another round of blood straight to my cock.
“Jesus, you’re so tight, baby,” I rasped, my brain exploding with how good her untried little pussy would feel wrapped around my dick. I slid my finger to the hilt before slowly retreating and slipping it back inside her sweet body.
“Do you like this, sweetheart?” I asked, working in smooth, measured strokes.
“More...” she demanded, and I breathed a laugh.
“Like this?” I pressed two fingers inside her, loving how her eyes widened as she gripped my thighs.
“Like that...Nick...just like that...”
I rested my forehead against hers, unable to deny myself the pleasure of tasting her. Pressing my lips to hers, I surged my tongue inside her mouth, sliding over her tongue as my fingers fucked her tight pussy.
She moaned into my mouth, her back arching as I took her higher. Our tongues twined and tasted as I gathered more of her sweet honey on my fingers. Moving them up to her clit, I began to circle the little nub in firm, concentric strokes.
“Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me come,” she rasped into my mouth.
“You’re goddamned right I am,” I growled, sucking her tongue between my lips as I circled her swollen bud.
“I’m going to stroke this sweet little pussy until you scream like the good girl you are.
..” I increased the pace of my fingers as tiny purrs of pleasure escaped her throat. “Isn’t that right, Alexis?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned.
I gently bit her lower lip, sucking it between my teeth as her words set every cell of my body on fire. “You little tease. How do you know to say that to me? It’s so fucking hot.”
Her eyelids lifted and she gazed deep into my eyes. “Because I get you,” she whispered, “and you get me.”
The sentiment of her sweet words washed over me, making it impossible to pretend this was just carnal pleasure to affirm we’d survived a harrowing ordeal.
My heart pounded in my chest as I acknowledged how true her words were; how similar we were in so many ways, even if stark differences also remained.
“It’s okay,” she said, lifting her hand to my chest and massaging my pec, directly over my heart. “I know it’s a lot. It’s overwhelming for me too.”
I captured her lips again, done with talking as I vowed to send her over the edge. Tiny mewls leapt from her throat as her body tightened beneath me, her muscles quivering as she reached for the pinnacle.
My fingers circled her engorged clit, the pace fast and firm, and suddenly, she snapped in my arms. My name on her lips was heaven as she reached her peak, her body quaking in my arms as I stroked her.
Her fingernails dug into my shoulder as she anchored herself, and I reveled in the tiny picks of pain, wanting her to mark me as I claimed her with my fingers.
She shuddered and moaned, her body falling lax in my arms. I glided my hand out from under her pants and wrapped my arms around her, loving how perfectly she fit against my body. Sighing with pleasure, she turned her head to lick the sheen of sweat that had formed on my neck as she nuzzled into me.
“Fuck, that felt so good...” she mumbled, her words vibrating against my skin. “Now I need to do you.”
“No one’s losing their virginity tonight,” I teased, stroking her hair. “That was for you, princess.”
“You can lose your virginity to me,” she said, giggling as I grinned, my chin resting on her hair. “I won’t tell anyone you’re a thirty-year-old virgin.”
“I might as well be. I’ve never come close to wanting someone the way I want you.”
“Aw.”
We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, safe in the cabin as howling wind whipped the snow under the darkened sky outside.
Eventually, she began to snore against my chest. I slowly rose, holding her in my arms as I carried her to the mattress.
Pulling back the covers, I lay her on the soft padding before covering her with the blankets.
I added a few more logs to the fire and yawned, ready to sleep so I could continue to heal. Once the snow stopped and I was able to hike without a concussion, we’d need to venture out and find a way home.
But for now—for this one moment—I was content to be with Alexis and appreciate the fact that we hadn’t died at the hands of John’s men.
“Nick?”
I turned to see her under the covers, her hair splayed out across the pillow as she stretched her hand toward me.
“Please don’t sleep on the couch.”
I inhaled a deep breath, knowing how hard it would be not to fuck her if I wrapped myself around that gorgeous body in anything resembling a bed.
But nothing was harder than saying no to my Alexis.
Striding toward her, I leaned over the mattress and took her hand.
“You sure?”
Her throat bobbed as she nodded. “Please?”
Unable to deny her, I slipped beneath the blankets. Resting on my side, I pulled her body into mine, spooning her as I nuzzled her nape. I slid my hand up her stomach, resting my arm between her breasts and tenderly cupping her neck as she purred.
“Better,” she said, wiggling her ass into my cock.
“Go to sleep.”
“Don’t boss me around.”
I nipped her neck as she chuckled.
Two minutes later, she was snoring again.
Relaxing into her, I joined her in her dreams.