Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

EMMETT

The wind picked up, rattling the windows in their frames.

‘God dang it, Chunk, it’s blowing up a storm out there.’

My mutt looked up at me, tilting his head to one side as I spoke. He wasn’t much for conversation, mind you.

‘I see your lazy ass taking up all the heat,’I chuckled, shifting his backside with my boot so I could throw another couple of logs in the burner. The next few days would be ball-freezing weather.

The phone lines had already dropped out, and the electricity flickered every couple of minutes. A surefire sign it would crap out soon.

Good thing I’d gotten used to the winters out in the middle of the forest. The underground cold store kept my food chilled where a fridge would leave my food to spoil, bottled water stocked on one side, always allowing for something fresh to drink, and plenty of logs out on the covered porch to keep me warm.

Yup, Chunk and I would be fine.

I scrubbed the old dog's fur and smiled at his happy grumble. I missed little about the city and my days following the crowd, working in finance and stressing myself out to a near heart attack by fifty. I’d given it all up three years prior, bought my bare-basics cabin and my dog, and left the world behind.

The dog had been cooped up in my downstairs neighbour's yard when I lived in the city, barking half the night and shitting all over the place. The police and animal control never gave a flying fuck, no matter how often I called, and I could see the poor fleabag needed out of the inner-city captivity.

It took three tries, and over a thousand bucks for the douchebag owner to give me Chunk.

I'd never regretted a single dollar.

My boy and I kept each other company. He swam in the river beside me during the summer and warmed the end of my bed in winter. Bar half my meat, he demanded little. A damn sight cheaper than my ex-wife had been. The alimony had near crippled me for years, despite the fact she’d been the one fucking her boss.

Good riddance.

Didn’t need a goddamned woman, anyway. Nothing but trouble.

A whistle stole through my cabin, the wind sneaking through one of the many tiny gaps around the window frames.

‘Well, boy, I’m gonna chop some kindling, pile a bunch in here so we don’t freeze our asses off. If you need a piss, c’mon.’Chunk rose from his spot in front of the burner with a lazy yawn and a stretch.

Shucking on my thick padded coat, I grabbed my axe from it’s spot by the door and ventured out into the biting storm. I grumbled to myself as Chunk went sniffing into the woods, barely visible amongst the thick white swirling snow.

My axe tore into the log, balanced upright on a large stump, with a terrible thwack. The wood split with ease. Unlike my first few tries after moving from the city. Now the axe felt like an old friend, smooth beneath my fingers from years of use. Perhaps it had smoothed out with the growing hardness of my calloused fingers.

The chill bit at my exposed hands as I filled the basket with inch-wide kindling sticks, a light sheen of sweat covering my back at the mild exertion.

I hoisted the basket in one hand and my axe in the other and headed for the front door, calling out for Chunk.

Normally, his paws would be skittering along behind me on the wooden veranda, but silence greeted me as I shouldered open the door and placed the basket inside.

‘Chunk,’I called, my voice carried away on the wild wind.

Where had the damned dog gone?

I didn’t much fear the wolves that frequented the thick forest, but didn’t trust Chunk not to rile them up.

‘C’mon, boy. Get your ass back in here.’

Narrowing my eyes, I scanned the dark trees, trying to pick him out amongst the static-like snowfall.

There .

Movement ahead. After a few moments, Chunk's snow-covered snout came into focus, but rather than run toward me, he kept looking over his shoulder, his tail going ten to the dozen.

What lurched behind him?

‘Fucking hell, Chunk. Who have you brought?’I sighed, already sensing trouble ahead.

A young woman followed Chunk, half stumbling, her legs looking stiff with cold.

‘Mister,’she called as she approached the cabin.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me, making me glance down at myself. I wasn’t that hard on the eyes, was I? Who was I kidding, she looked half my age and I stood clutching an axe.

Well, good . I wanted nothing to do with whatever she wanted. Women only ever took from me. No more.

‘C’mon Chunk, inside.’Turning my back on the girl, I headed inside, resting my axe against the wall.

‘Mister,’she called, reaching the steps up to the veranda as Chunk walked in the door.

‘I don’t want whatever you’re selling,’I said.

‘Please,’she cried, ‘I need to use your phone to call my father. My car’s stuck in a snowdrift and there's no service.’

My fingers tensed on the door handle, very much wanting to shut her outside. The cabin was my safe space. My haven from the wider world. Why did she think she could barge into it?

‘Phone lines are out.’I responded, closing the door with a loud click.

Angry fists pounded on my window, making them clatter louder.

‘You can’t shut me out here. Are you insane? It’s freezing. Please let me in.’Her voice rose several octaves into a whine which made my teeth grate.

Chunk whined right along with her.

‘You keep out of it,’I warned him. ‘I can’t help you. Go back to your car and wait it out.’

‘I will freeze to death. Have a heart.’She pressed her face up against the glass between sweeps of her fist to clear it.

‘Lost that long ago,’I replied, filling the kettle and popping it on top of the log burner to boil.

‘Oh my god, please? Do you want me to get on my knees?’

Despite myself, a twitch made my cock move in my pants. ‘You might have more luck if you go down that route.’

‘You want me to… what? Oh my god, you’re gross.’Her face was a picture through the snow-dashed glass. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘What else’ve you got to offer?’

‘Nothing.’

Sitting in my battered old leather armchair, I picked up a book and opened it, ignoring her completely.

She ranted for a few minutes before storming off, back into the wild night.

A smidge of guilt ate at me. The possibility of the girl freezing to death outside tipped closer to likely than not. The right thing would have been to let her in and let her ride out the storm.

But I’d long ago given up caring about right.

Despite myself, I glanced toward the window. Didn’t want to stumble over her frozen corpse in a few days either.

Aw, shit. I had to go after her.

Slapping my book down on the side table, I let out a frustrated groan. The last thing I wanted was some nuisance camping out in my cabin.

I about crapped my pants when a loud knocking came from the door.

Yanking it open, I took in her windswept face; her cheeks bitten pink with cold. Damn, even in her state, her pretty face made my pulse quicken.

‘What will it take for you to let me in,’she said through gritted teeth.

‘What ya got?’

‘I’ll use my hands, and that’s it. And I want coffee, and to stay the night. Without you touching me anymore.’ She couldn’t look at me as she spoke. Her coyness elicited a delicious wave of perversion.

‘Use your hands to do what, exactly?’I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it. To fill her sweet little mouth with dirty words.

Damn , I wanted to fill it with much more than words.

‘I’ll touch your… you know. Until you… well, you know.’ God, the hesitation in her voice hit me right in the balls.

‘Say it,’I said with a grunt.

‘I’ll touch your… penis. Until you come .’ The way her words soften to a whisper when she said penis and come had me wanting to rip open her dirty little mouth and stick my cock deep into her throat. I’d bet she'd cry so beautifully while choking on dick.

‘Get on with it, then,’I grunted, already halfway to hard.

‘Here on the porch?’Her mouth hung open.

‘That’s right, I don’t know if you’re capable of doing it, do I?’

Fuck me. The dirty, angry look she gave me had me stiffening to full mast.

The girl slid to her knees and reached out, trembling hands struggling with my belt and buttons.

‘You’re really going to make me do this?’She asked, her voice full of derision.

‘Not making you do anything, Princess. I believe you volunteered to whore yourself out for coffee.’

The way her cheeks inflamed had me stifling a moan.

At last, she worked her way into my jeans, tugging them down, while frowning and releasing my dick. Her eyes widened at the sight, almost like she’d never seen one before.

‘Wait,’I said,’ How old are you?’

Old enough to drive out in the middle of nowhere on her own, but I wasn’t for committing felonies for a quick hand job.

‘Twenty.’

‘Right, well, best get on with it before my balls freeze.’

‘I hope they do,’ she muttered.

Her icy fingers wrapped around my shaft and jerked me. It wasn’t smooth and lust-filled. Every stroke screamed her rage.

It should have been difficult to come under her harsh, messy strokes, but looking down into her spite-filled face had me steadying myself against the door.

A tingle wrapped around my spine and I gripped hard onto the doorframe, my nails digging into the rough wood.

‘Fuckin’hell,’ I moaned. Something flashed in her eyes, a moment of weakness as she continued her angry jerks. Her pupils widened as the tip of my cock grew darker, a drop of pre-cum gathering on the end. ‘Don’t stop.’

It had been far too long since I felt the touch of a woman.

Maybe the storm wouldn’t be so bad after all.