8. Mia
CHAPTER 8
MIA
H aving retrieved it, he hands me the brush as I turn back to face him.
The scope of the burr problem is daunting. My fingers rake through the most problematic areas. I'm not even sure where to start this de-tangling.
“At least it’s not chewing gum we're dealing with,” I offer, trying to be optimistic.
“Chewing gum? What are you talking about?”
I shrug. “Just that I don’t think we’ll need to cut any fur...”
“Cut my fur!” He takes a massive step back.
“Joke!” I raise my hands in surrender. “It’s only a joke.”
Someone's sensitive about their gorgeous coat - and wow, when he gets all intense like that.
His scowl remains. “You will not cut my fur.”
“Fine. No cutting fur. Got it. It’s just that I don’t think the brush is going to be enough for some of these. And there are so many.”
"Look who's talking," he huffs, reaching over to pluck one out of my hair. “Perhaps we should cut your hair?” He cocks a brow and I see the corner of his mouth twitch just the tiniest fraction.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “Point taken.”
They really are bad, though. I wasn’t joking about that. With a laser focus, I spend the next twenty minutes digging through his fur—sifting, combing, raking, wriggling, and nimbly working trying to remove the thorny little suckers to no avail. I’m not making any headway, but continuing my ministrations, I scan the room hoping to find something to help. My eyes fall on a little glass bottle next to a huge tub. "Is that shampoo?”
He follows my gaze but rather than answering aloud, he simply nods.
Hmm... plan B, maybe? ?“Do you think the shampoo might help?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “It will help, but burrs are always a challenge for my kind." His voice sounds odd for some reason—like it's choked.
He’s staring down at me with that intense look in his eyes again and suddenly the air feels thick between us.
“Lucky you’ve got me then. The burr detangler.” I force a weak laugh, hoping to break the tension as he leads me to what I now realize is an actual hot tub, not just some primitive washing basin. Steam rises from its surface, making everything feel dreamlike.
"You’re sure it’s okay to use soap in there?" I motion from the shampoo bottle to the tub, my voice a little breathier than I intended.
Look who’s acting awkward now.
I think this is headed toward uncharted waters. Literally.
"I’m sure. What would be the purpose of a hot tub if I couldn’t bathe in it?”
Bathe? Why does that sound so risqué?
He’s going to bathe while I…touch him. A lot.
“Uhh.” I just shrug, suddenly tongue-tied.
“You think my coat stays this lustrous on its own?” He winks. Wait. Is he flirting? No, of course not. Is he?
Stepping closer, he reaches past me for the bottle. The brush of his fur against my arm sends another jolt of electricity through me and I barely suppress a shiver.
What’s happening here? Is this just a human female helping out a male sasquatch with his grooming and vice versa, or is there more to it? I’m not reading too much into this interaction, am I? Or am I?
Holding the shampoo bottle, which looks minuscule in his large hand, he leans down until his full lips are inches from my ear. “You’ve already spent considerable time tending to me. I think it’s time I tended to you.”
Oh, Lordy, is it hot in here? I suddenly want to fan myself.
He gestures for me to wet my hair, so I loosen the neck of my sundress and slide it off my shoulders a bit to keep it out of the way before leaning over the edge and letting my hair fall forward. Koda scoops a handful of water and pours it slowly over my scalp. The warm water feels amazing as it runs over my head and trickles down my neck and exposed shoulders. But not half as amazing as when his fingers begin working the shampoo through my hair. Oh, god. I have to bite my lip to keep from making embarrassing sounds. At one point, the pads of his fingers graze down the back of my neck and tenderly stroke the nape. It’s so gentle, so tender. I barely feel it before he returns to my scalp massage. He takes his time and it feels so damn good.
Despite my best efforts, a sigh—or, oh gosh, was it a groan?—escapes my lips.
Instantly, his hands pause, halting his detangling-massage efforts. “Am I being too rough?”
“No, no. Not at all,” I manage to eek out.
Maybe not rough enough. Go ahead, pull my …Mia, no. Just, no!
After a few minutes he finishes and begins pouring warm water over my head. "I think I got them all."
I turn my head slightly, water dribbling down my cheek. "You know what that means, don’t you?” I tease. “Your turn again, mister." I hate that my voice comes out huskier than I intend.
I feel his eyes watch me as I squeeze the excess water from my strands. ?
When I straighten, there’s an awkward moment of hesitation before he dips one massive arm into the tub to saturate it, then holds it out to me.
I just give him a look before barking a laugh. "Seriously? That's not going to work. They're everywhere.”
He looks like he might argue, but I’m not having it.
“Come on, big boy, all the way in."
“Mia, this is… Maybe instead we should?—"
"Get in the tub," I command, surprising myself with my boldness.
With a grumbling sigh that might be concealing a laugh, he steps into the water.
The surface rises dramatically, nearly spilling over the edges as he steps in, submerging his massive form. As he backs up to the edge, I pour some shampoo onto his back and begin to work it through his fur.
I alternate—water, shampoo, more water, and… Oh my god.
I knew he was strong, but holy hell, with his coat wet, his underlying muscles are more defined, visible in sculpted detail.
A fresh tingle of excitement snakes through me.
Settle, Mia. Burrs. Focus on the burrs.
The only trouble is from outside the massive tub I can barely reach all the tangled spots on his back.
"This isn't working," I announce after I try once again to awkwardly remove a burr and nearly fall in headfirst. "I just can't get the right leverage."
His blue eyes meet mine, something feral flickering in their depths. "Perhaps you should join me then."
Join him? In the tub? Me, and him- both of us? In there? For real?
“I don’t – um. I’m not...”
"Get in the tub." His low, gravelly demand leaves no room for debate, and I’m here for it. I really am. My heart races, and a delicious shiver runs through my body.
I try to keep my voice steady as I reply, "Well, when you put it like that..." Besides, I can’t argue with my own words thrown back at me like that now, can I?
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the hem of my sundress.
"Allow me." I take a step forward as his long arms reach out. His fingertips brushing my skin sends shivers of awareness straight to my core as he slowly helps me out of my dress, his eyes never leaving mine.
As the dress falls away, revealing my matching bra and panties, his gaze sweeps over me, appreciation and desire evident in his eyes and I silently thank my lucky stars for choosing my most alluring set.
The air between us feels super-charged.
The water envelops me in a delicious warmth as I slide in. For a moment, we do an awkward shuffle, trying to maintain some personal space in the intimate confines of the tub, but every accidental brush of contact sends sparks through my veins. Every nerve ending becomes hypersensitive to his presence.
"Turn around," I breathe, my voice thick. "Let me finish your back."
As I work the shampoo through his fur, my hands glide over his sculpted frame, marveling at the raw power beneath my fingertips. One by one, I work the burrs free, continually repositioning myself to reach new areas.
Each movement further saturates the air with unspoken tension that I try my damndest to ignore, but I'm only human.
Focus on the burrs, focus on the burrs —that becomes my new mantra. It whispers through my muddled brain as I struggle to concentrate on the task at hand.
From his back, I work my way down an arm—a very strong, very sculpted, very muscular arm—that naturally comes to rest on my thigh. The weight of it sends shivers through me and I pause. Our eyes meet in a searing gaze that steals the breath from my lungs. Oh, boy.
Focus on the burrs, goddammit!
I try, but the intensity builds with every touch as my fingers continue their task until I reach his wrist.
"There, first arm done, on to the next." I recite my mantra as I carefully attempt to maneuver around him, but my libido is not cooperating at all. My awareness of him is so acute, I pay more attention to trying to hide my erect nipples from him than on gracefully repositioning myself.
“Um excuse me, let me just... Oh, uh, sorry about that.” I tremble slightly as I try to scoot by him.
“You’re fine.” His low voice sends tremors through me and he shifts simultaneously, leaving our faces inches apart.
And that's when I feel it.
Beneath the water, my hand rests on something long and hard. Instinctively, my fingers curl around it, and...
I freeze. He freezes. For a moment, the only sound is our breathing and the gentle lapping of water.
Wait. Is that... It has to be. Just to be sure, I count his arms. One, and there’s arm two over there. And it's definitely not a leg...
"Oh," I let out a strangled gasp.
His back straightens, his massive frame looming over me. My breath hitches.
"Mia..." he rumbles, and I feel that gravelly rumble in every sensual nerve ending of my body. "What are you doing?" His voice is tight, but it quickly turns into a low moan as I grip him tighter.
“Massage?” I offer coyly. “I feel like you’re very tense, Koda.” In a moment of impulsiveness, I move my hand in a rhythmic stroke up and down.
“Mia—” he starts, but I silence him with a squeeze.
"I... I don't know what I'm doing," I confess breathily. My head is spinning. Desire courses through me from every direction, buffeting me like the waves against the rocky shore.
“Is it bothering you?”
“Bothering me? No.”
“Good, because I am sensing a lot of stress in your aura at the moment.”
Oh, my god, did I just say that?! I did. What an idiotic thing to say. If he’s not into astrology he’s definitely not into auras. He doesn’t look as though he’s judging me, though. Nope. Not judging me at all.
I swallow hard, pulse pounding in my ears, my arm trembling slightly—a combination of nerves and arousal. I knew things were getting hot between us, but didn’t exactly see this turn of events coming so soon. Not like this, anyway.
I take a shuddering breath, trying to make sense of this, but it's too much. I can't think, not really. All I can do is feel. Dizzy, drunk on sensation, I'm just reacting instinctively to the primal tug of sexual attraction.
“I could stop if you’d like.” Lie. I have no intention of stopping. "I was just dying to know if it was true what they say about big feet, big hands, and big... personalities."
But he's not listening anymore. He has sunk back against the edge of the tub, lost in euphoria as my hand runs up and down the length of his massive shaft.
"How have you been hiding this thing?" I ask incredulously. "I mean I know you said the thing about the fur and all, but jeezus...”
I’m not even sure he’s listening to my nervous rambling until he breathes on a moan, “I’m a grower.”
"Mmm, oh yes you are,” I reply as I take full command. I tease and stroke his cock with one hand using the other to massage his balls, eliciting a guttural moan from those sinful lips.
"Nine hells," he growls low in his throat, a sound vibrating through his chest and rocketing straight to my core. "You have no idea what you do to me." His massive hands grip my waist possessively under the water.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I murmur, quirking a brow in a provocative little smirk.
Swiftly, he tugs down the straps of my bra, releasing my aching breasts into the cool air. His head dips, capturing one sensitive bud between plush lips as his other hand molds the soft globe in his palm. I gasp, back arching, as heat floods between my thighs.
”Ohhh.” Now it’s my turn to moan aloud, even as I keep hold of the smooth flesh of his impressive girth.
My last thought before my ability to think rationally dissolves, swept away by the intensity of his ministrations: seems bigfoots aren’t hairy all over.
Large hands cradle the globes of my ass, kneading the supple flesh. For someone so intimidatingly strong, his touch is incredibly gentle, reverent even. Each caress sets off sparks behind my closed lids, desire pooling in my belly.
"Mia, I have to have you.” As he says it, he maneuvers me out of my panties. The feel of his hands as he slides them down my legs, then of my nakedness below the water as he slips the soaked fabric free adds a heady intoxication to the rush of excitement.
“Take me, then,” I whisper.
He responds by rewarding me with the most passionate and sensual kiss I have ever experienced. It’s not just the softness of his lips, or how he nibbles at mine, it’s the way he pours his very soul into this moment as though he wants to drink me in.
When he pulls away, he asks, "You sure?" His voice is rough and filled with desire, his hand beneath the water, skimming over my bare skin. The sensations make my heart race and my pussy throb with need.
"I’m sure. I am sooo sure," I manage to whisper, straddling his lap so my body is pressed flush against his, my legs splayed on either side, doing my best to wrap them around his massive frame.
I bring my hips down until I feel the hard press of his erection against my aching core. With a firm grip, he pulls me tight against him, and I can't help but let out a soft moan at the exquisite friction. When he repositions me so that his solid shaft presses against my clit, I swear I see a flash of stars shoot across my vision.
It's so intense that for a moment my head falls forward and I just bury my face in his broad chest, reveling in the feel of his fur against my cheek.
“Koda...”
His strong, rough hands pause for a moment in their wandering exploration of my body.
“Are you alright?” His voice has taken on that protective cadence, like when he faced down the orcs.
“I don’t think we got all the burrs.”
He lets out a laugh. “We got enough for now.”
With that, he suddenly rises out of the water, my naked form molded against his, as water cascades off his chiseled shoulders and rivulets run between our bodies. He holds me tightly, our eyes locked, the world narrowing to just the two of us. His hand cups my cheek and he regards me like I am the most precious thing in existence.
With his other arm under my butt, easily supporting me, he steps out of the hot tub.
Slowly, our breaths mingling, he begins to carry me towards the lodge.
Treehouse? Treelodge?
Whatever.
"Bed," I manage between kisses.
But he is already heading in that direction, leaving a trail of water in our wake. I cling to his massive frame as he moves us through the dimly lit space, his lips skimming my collarbone, igniting sparks of pleasure. The air crackles with anticipation as he carries me, intent clear in every movement and fiery kiss. It's like we're wading through a dream, cocooned in a haze of desire that threatens to consume us both.
We pause at the threshold of his bedroom, stealing a hungered moment.
"I never could have imagined one such as you could affect me so." He kicks the door shut behind us and lays me down on the soft bed. "My little squall," he growls.
Huh? Record scratch. Squaw?
“Did you just call me a squaw?" I lean up on an elbow and shoot him a glower. " Cause, um...”
“Squalllll. With an ‘L.’ You are like a little storm, but one that refreshes and washes clean."
Oh, I see. That works then, I suppose.
When I notice his heated gaze rake over me, the arousal rushes back and I'm feeling all tingly again.
I squirm on the soft comforter. “Your bed feels amazing." It's like a cloud. "God, this is way better than a nest.”
“A what?”
My cheeks heat. "Oh, uh, never mind.” I pat the bed next to me. “Come on over here my big fur baby.”
I wince slightly at the pet name, wondering if he'll think it's too much, when Ms. Poppycat quickly jumps up to settle on the spot I patted for Koda.
Oh, crap. Too much. Me and my big mouth.
But then, just as quickly, Koda—with his signature gentle grace—scoops up my little Calico in his large hand, jumps on the bed, and lands beside me with Ms. Poppykins on his chest.
A wide smile stretches across my face.
“I'm rich in furbabies!” I announce as I roll on top of him, sitting up to straddle him.
His damp fur feels amazing and I can’t help but wriggle for more stimulation. I begin to gently grind my hips against his taut belly as I wriggle my way lower, holding onto his sides for support.
He lets out a groan of his own, his huge hands latching onto my thighs.
With a loud and rather put-out sounding meow, Mary Poppins leaps to the other side of the bed and glowers.
“Don’t give me that look, young lady.”
She ignores me and continues to glower.
Turning my attention back to Koda, I notice how the moonlight streaming through the canopy highlights his formidable silhouette.
"Feeling less tense now?"
"Perhaps." His voice is rough, but there's a softness in his eyes that makes my heart flutter. "Though I could be even more relaxed..."
My gaze is drawn to the commanding presence of his massive throbbing member, the undeniable proof of his desire standing proud and strong. “Yeah, it’s kinda hard to miss that tension rod.”
He grins, unashamed. “That’s not what I meant."
I whisper a soft, breathy murmur of acknowledgment. "Shhh, I know what you meant." With a playful twinkle in my eye, I slide closer. "We certainly can't have our big bad furry chief all stressed out."
I move to his side, my fingers brushing the powerful muscles of his legs. Slowly I begin to massage him. Reveling in the velvety texture of his damp fur, my hands glide over his contours with a tender reverence, my fingers working out whatever lingering tension there may be as my caresses wander upward, tracing the length of his inner thighs with a teasing precision that draws a sharp intake of breath from his lips.
Playfully, I skirt his erection with artful grace, enjoying the way his breath grows labored and his body tenses with anticipation as my fingers sear a path up his muscled abs. My hands continue their journey, pausing a moment to pluck a stubborn burr from his fur. I make a ‘tssking’ sound as I toss it over my shoulder before returning my focus to the broad expanse of his chest.
Straddling him once more, I begin a slow, sultry sway, rocking my hips against the length of his thick manhood. My fingers dig into his abs. My wetness coats his shaft. The evidence of his desire presses against my slick, insistent heat as I maintain a steady, rhythmic pressure.
"Mia, you're a goddess." The raw adoration in his voice sends goosebumps skittering over my flesh.
Cocking my head to the side, I tease, “I was thinking we could play with 'Mistress,' but ‘Goddess’ works.”
He exhales a short laugh. "You are nothing short of divine."
And, oh, my heart.
Without another word, I slide off to his side and take his thick shaft in both hands, pausing just for a moment to let my breath warm the tip. “You certainly are a ‘grower,’” I tease, still amazed at how he manages to keep this magnificent gift hidden beneath his fur, especially when he… well, you know, doesn’t need it.
He responds with a low groan, his other hand caressing my shoulder before kneading the flesh of my ass. The warmth of his touch sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me, igniting the smoldering flames of passion that have been building between us. I realize I’m running out of patience for this slow seduction.
It is clear we are beyond that stage anyhow. The Danger Zone has been breached.
Without hesitation, I place a tender kiss on the tip of his length, savoring the warmth and inviting taste. As I run my hand gently along his girth, I feel him shudder beneath my touch, a low moan escaping his lips as he instinctively begins to thrust against me, lifting me with his desire.
“Easy there, cowboy,” I tease softly, the words a playful whisper that invites him to savor every moment. He slows, lost in the rhythm of our connection, as I take him deeper into my mouth, relishing the feeling as he fills me.
“Ahhh, Mia... where have you learned such exquisite arts.” His breathless praise sends a shiver of pleasure through me, igniting a fire I can no longer contain, pushing me that much closer to the edge.
"Definitely not in Arts & Crafts," I reply with a playful smirk, pausing my explorations for an instant, my heart racing.
As his fingers brush against mine, my own desire surges, and I'm achingly aware of the need for his touch. Anticipating my every unspoken wish, he scoops me up, and I instinctively hold fast to his shaft, our bodies aligning in perfect harmony. As he lowers me, my legs part to cradle his head, and I melt into the tender chaos of his kisses.
The only instruction I require is the gentle pressure of his lips, and I welcome him back into my mouth, just as his tongue whispers sweet nothings against my folds, his hands clasping my thighs with reverence. My voice trembles as ecstasy takes hold: “Oh, my love. Koda, my chief, my heart. Yes, adore me, my fur baby chiefy...”
For a moment I think I hear him choke, or was that a cough or a laugh?
Well, he’s gonna have to get used to my ‘pillow talk’
Besides, he knows I like to talk.
His tongue dances with mine, teasing my clit, and all coherent thought dissolves. I surrender, my head nestling into the warmth of his belly as his tongue explores, stretches, and savors me. With each deliberate stroke, my body yields, and I manage but a whispered confession: “God, I can get used to this.”
His response, low and husky, sends shivers coursing through me: “A goddess like you deserve the goddess treatment...” With gentle urgency, he guides me upwards, our faces aligning, his eyes burning with, with what? Adoration. The way he’s looking at me. It’s like I am some exotic flower.
I believe the word is Goddess.
He kisses me softly on the lips, then tenderly trails his kisses along my neck. He pauses for a moment to tease and nibble, drawing a soft gasp from my lips before he lays me down gently beneath him. I gaze up into his sparkling blue eyes, feeling a thrilling mix of love and desire as he slowly brings his length to rest against my core. A breath escapes me in anticipation, and as I grasp his hardness, I guide it toward my wet opening. The electric charge between us has me so revved up that I instinctively pivot my hips, eagerness radiating from me as I spread my legs wide to welcome him. Our connection runs deep, a beautiful blend of passion and longing, illustrating just how much he wants me—and how desperately I crave him in return.
“I can’t believe it was only this morning I found you caught up in the briars.”
This morning? How is that possible? But of course, it’s true.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever Koda...”
“And I you, my little squall.”
“Maybe ‘Squall Goddess’? As a kind of ‘working pet name’,” I tease.
“I’ll think about it,” he offers, as he once again buries his lips in my neck, sending a fresh wave of delight across my skin.
As he sinks into me, his thickness fills me completely, and I feel my body yield to his.
“Okay, you can call me whatever you want.” I whisper, my moan a gentle surrender as my body stretches to cradle his girth.
“Oh, but you are a big boy, aren’t you.”
As I splay my legs farther apart, he drives against me once more, his shaft plunging to uncharted depths, and I feel my desire threatening to consume me whole. But not yet. I begin to buck back against him even as I feel my body growing slick with our exertion.
The softness of his fur against my belly ignites shivers across my exposed skin, and he responds with a low, husky grunt, his thrusts growing deeper, more deliberate, as if savoring every inch of our connection.
I wrap my arms around his waist, my fingers delving into the lush thickness of his coat, feeling the powerful muscles ripple and flex beneath my touch with each thrust. His eyes lock onto mine, burning with desire and adoration, and I know in this moment, Bigfoot or not, I want to give him everything, to surrender completely...
"God the History Channel really needs to work on their research. They... are... clueless..." My words trail off into passionate moans...
I should stop talking.
Whatever thought was going to come next disappears from my brain as he picks up his pace, driving now even deeper still.
I am practically grunting with every thrust, as is he.
“Mia...” he moans, his voice husky with animal desire and longing.
“Don’t... stop... Koda... God, don’t stop...”
The pressure within me swells, a delicious, building ache that threatens to shatter me.
“Uhhh”
Words fail me - fail us both, leaving only the symphony of our passion: sighs, moans, and breathy endearments. I cling to the muscular contours of his sides, my fingers sinking into his skin as his powerful, calloused hands cradle my waist, holding me close.
One final, soul-searing thrust, and I teeter on the precipice. In this instant, we're inseparable, our love a frenzy of flesh and emotion. The sensation builds, and then I'm utterly, completely undone. My orgasm sweeps me away, and I cry out in rapturous abandon, my voice entwined with his in a joyful, shattering cry.
No, let's be real – I'm not just crying out, I'm screaming, moaning, every primal sound is coming out of me.
And it's glorious.
In the midst of this un-contained, fiercely beautiful chaos, I've never felt more seen, more loved, or more alive.
Even as i reach my peek, I feel the rush of his hot seed deep within me, filling me to the brim and unleashing an even more intense climax that ravages my entire being. My body, now a symphony of pleasure, squeezes and convulses around him, as I revel in the feeling of being so utterly filled by him.
“Mia, my Goddess, my everything,” he whispers, his voice trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax, his thrusts now gentle, loving convulsions.
As the last waves of ecstasy ebb away, a serene, all-encompassing peace envelops us, a shared bliss that transcends words. It's as if we've drifted into our own secluded haven, floating effortlessly, bound only by the undeniable tie between us. In this moment, I'm struck by the realization that I've found my haven, my home, not in the fantastical surroundings - a freaking treehouse mansion - but in his arms.
A smile, lazy and content, spreads across my face as he rolls to my side. “Jeezus, but Tarzan’s got nothing on you, furbaby,” I manage to whisper, my voice a husky whisper.
“I think I'll have to upgrade you from my little squall to a monsoon,” he teases, his fingers gently caressing at my side.
"Hmmm, not sure how I feel about being compared to a storm..."
"Storms are powerful- and beautiful."
"Better. Keep going."
"And they leave a rainbow in their wake..."
“Oh, you’re good.”
Just then, Poppylicious sashays over, greeting us with an adorable mew, before leaping onto Koda's lap and nuzzling his chest.
“She always goes for the men, this one...”
Koda just pulls me in tighter to his side.
“Hmm,” Koda furrows his eyebrows. “Then she just needs to know I am taken.” With that he looks at my cat who rises to his hand. “I’m sorry kitty, but my heart belongs to another.” Then he turns to face me once more.”
“I’m all yours Mia.”
I gaze back into his blue eyes as I reply. “And I am yours.”
With that I nestle into his warm side...
Finally, we just lay in silence, basking in the glow of our connection. Through the skylight, a tapestry of a thousand stars dances before me as I begin to drift off.
Distantly, one final thought plays at the edges of my consciousness...
If that was day one, what does day two have in store for me?