Their Steamy Cabin

2. Hunter

TWO

I tryto be a good person whenever I can, and I can try to help anyone and everyone, regardless of who they are. If someone’s in trouble, I’ve always gone out of my way to help them.

When I saw that sedan sitting on the side of the road with its lights on, turning back to help whoever was in trouble was as basic as breathing to me.

I say all this because I feel like it needs to be known that I’d be helping anyone out, and it ain’t just because she’s the goddamn sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

The coyness of her smile, the way her brown locks move with her slightest gesture, and God, those eyes—Lord, those eyes. My heart is beating against my chest just looking at her.

“So, why are you out in the middle of nowhere like this?” I ask as I keep my eyes on the road. The conditions are perilous as all get out, and this truck loves to hydroplane if I turn a little too hard. “If you don’t mind me asking, anyway.”

She’s quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “Had a bit of a fight with my dad.”

“Hrm? Still live with him, I’m guessing?”

A nod. “Yeah, I’m nineteen and haven’t had a chance to move out on my own yet. Everything is so expensive.”

“Times are tough. Not judging at all.” She looked young, but I had her in her mid-twenties with how she carried herself. I knew better than to tell a girl she looked older than she actually was, but in this case I didn’t mean it in a way that made her any less attractive. “What did he do to make you drive off to Evergreen and into one of our famous monsoons?”

She laughs as she sinks back into the seat. “He ate my chicken Alfredo.”

I cock an eyebrow. “That’s a tad extreme of a response. Was the pasta really that good?”

“Oh, it’s a wonderful recipe and I will be making it again. But this is one of those, I don’t know, death-by-a-thousand-cuts situations? I come home after a long day at work, looking forward to it. Only to find that he’s still lounging around, doing nothing, mooching off me, and then eats the one thing I was looking forward to that day? Then he has the gall to go and ask me for my hard-earned tip money?”

“Ah, I see. I knew it was more than that. No Alfredo is good enough to risk yourself like this.”

“You’ve never tried this Alfredo.”

“Maybe you can make it for me sometime.”

She smiles my way. “I’d like that. You seem like someone who’d appreciate it.”

“I appreciate any good food. My ma taught me how to cook worth a damn, yes, but a woman who can cook is exponentially more sexy than she was before.” And Savvy? She’s already pretty fucking sexy to begin with.

“Becoming the stereotype of the way to a man’s heart is his stomach, huh?”

“Hey, things become stereotypes because they’re true pretty often.” I grin her way, and nod. “Besides, I got it on good authority it works on girls too. You saying you won’t love me more if you end up loving this beef stew I got stewin’?”

She turns that delightful shade of red again. “I could go for some beef stew, right now. And if it’s made with love? All the better.”

Not going to lie and say I made it with love, as much as I’d anticipated that I’d be hungry when I got back, but I damn sure know I am going to love sharing it with her.

It doesn’t take long to finish the trip back up to my cabin. One more run through the rain, and we’re finally inside. I head to the fireplace and work on getting something going.

Savvy stands behind me, shivering. Even a little bit of time out in the rain drenched us; it just comes down that hard sometimes.

“There’s towels and a robe over in the bathroom if you want to dry yourself off,” I say to her as the fire sparks to life.

She blushes. “I don’t exactly have anything else to change into.”

“That’s why I mentioned the robe. More than big enough for you.” Although I wasn’t going to complain if she decided to go without it.

She hesitates a bit, before relenting and heading down the hall. With the fire started, I turn to the stew I have simmering all day. I give it a good stir and feel relieved it hasn’t burned to the bottom. It’s nice, warm, and incredibly appetizing. I pull out two bowls and spoons and heap out plenty for the two of us. I bring them to the coffee table in front of the fire, and then tend to drying myself off from the storm.

I peel off my flannel and hang it up on a coatrack. My jeans are dry enough, I reckon, and I do have company, so I don’t want to get too naked. Not until I know she’s fully on board with that nudity, anyhow.

Sitting down on the rug next to the fire, I start to pick at my stew until she returns, clad in my dark blue bathrobe. She looks sexy as hell in it, and she’d look even sexier outside of it. She looks my way and sees that I don’t have a shirt on, and she blushes that beautiful shade of red again. “Do you usually eat stew by the fire shirtless?”

“I usually have a robe, but that’s taken at the moment.” I grin. “Unless you want to give it back to me right about now?”

She giggles as she makes her way over. She’s surprised, but she likes what she sees. She’s been running her eyes up and down my body ever since she ran into me. This is even more of a turn-on for me because there ain’t nothing sexier than when the both of you want one another. The sheer enthusiasm that comes with it simply can’t be beat.

Savvy takes a bite of stew, hesitates due to its heat, but with some blowing, starts to indulge with me. A few bites later and she’s enjoying it, slurping up every bit of the gravy along with it. She finishes before I do, even with the bit of a headstart that I had.

With an empty bowl in front of her, she turns that slight shade of red again. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to eat so fast.”

“Don’t be. A girl who ain’t afraid to eat is hotter than all hell. Did you want another bowl? There’s plenty left.”

“Oh, no. I’m fine. I know if I eat too much, I’ll feel it in the morning.”

I chuckle. “Then it’ll be there the next time you’re hungry. Mi casa es su casa, or however it goes.” I finish my bowl and set it down on the table.

Savvy is still pretty nervous. I lean into her, throwing my hand over her shoulder and pulling her close, which she gladly accepts.

It’s weird for me. I’m usually slow when it comes to girls. I like to let the romance simmer just like the stew, and take my time, to see if we’re really compatible at all, or if we’re just going to end up wasting one another’s time. With Savannah here, I don’t need time to gauge all that. I can’t help but look at her and feel instant desire for her.

Sure, her being damn near naked already, and on a bearskin rug next to me, certainly helps things, but I feel like even without that, I know that my heart aches for her.

“What now?” she asks. “What do you usually do at night?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t have a whole lot of plans. Was just going to see how it went.” The rain patters hard against the roof, the thunder still rumbling in the distance. We’re both going nowhere.

A less-savory man would exploit this fact. That she’s here all alone, in my place, nowhere to go, miles away from civilization.

I don’t want to be like that. But I can’t deny I want her so damn bad.

I also know she wants me. The coy way she keeps looking at me. How her eyes are basically fucking me as they run down my body, looking at the growing bulge in my jeans.

Luckily she makes the decision for me.

She leans in and her lips press to mine. A kiss, sudden, yet powerful. She draws me close. My tongue pushes in, and they weave in with one another. With that one hesitancy overcome, we’re all over one another. She’s a fantastic kisser, and I give my hands permission to roam her body, feeling the softness of her skin. I push the robe off her shoulders and reveal those plump, luscious breasts of hers. My cock throbs, the beauty of her bare tits greater than what my imagination had suggested. I take them into my hands, squeeze them, feel her shudder in my arms.

Savvy’s hands wander my body, too, running her fingers through the coarseness of my body hair, down toward the button of my jeans. She undoes it, showing me that she absolutely knows what she wants, and what she wants is me.

“You really want to go and do this with a guy you just met?” I ask, hit with a bit of worry that she might be feeling pressured, given I had whisked away from her car into a remote cabin with no one around for miles.

“So much has gone wrong for me today, and you’re the first thing that’s right to happen to me in a long time.”

I smile. “I ain’t going to fight you too hard on it, just saying you don’t owe me anything for helping you.”

She drops her robe from her shoulders revealing her voluptuous naked form. “Don’t overthink it. I want this. I need this.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, awestruck by the sheer gorgeousness that’s in front of me. As if she didn’t make her intentions clear enough, she yanks my jeans down my legs, taking my boxer briefs along with them.

My cock springs to life in front of her. She wraps her hand around it, gently caressing it and making me shudder. She kisses me on the cock, and runs a little lick down my shaft, massaging my balls with her tender touch. She laps at me, slurping me, and teasing me every which way short of taking me into her mouth.

Again, I didn’t help her because I wanted to get my dick sucked.

But I ain’t going to complain about it either.

She slips me between those luscious lips of hers, and I’m in fucking heaven. Every little thing she does makes her more and more the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. As her tongue twists around my length, I stumble back onto my couch, her following to keep up her worship of me. Her head bobs up and down on my shaft, and I’m struggling with the sheer intensity of everything I’m feeling. I damn near think I’m going to burst, and I usually didn’t come this easily.

Running my hands through her hair, enjoying its soft beauty, I seize up, my hand fisting up involuntarily as she sucks me particularly hard. “I’m going to burst inside that pretty little mouth of yours if you keep that up,” I breathe out with some difficulty.

She lets me slip out of her mouth only to continue massaging me. “Is that a problem?”

“Yeah, because I want to have something left to fuck you with, and there ain’t going to be anything left if you keep sucking me like that.”

Savvy laughs as she climbs up onto the couch with me, straddling me. My cock throbs against her slit, and I can feel how wet she is. Just from sucking me a bit. Damn, this woman is a keeper.

We share another kiss, it being as intense and wonderful as it was before. I bring a finger to her clit, throbbing in my fingers as I stroke her back. I would have returned the favor and gone down on her creamy little cunt, but I could tell that she’s more than eager and willing to get right to the main event. Besides, I’m getting the feeling that I’m going to have no shortage of opportunities to please her in the future. This is going to be the first chapter in our wonderful little love story.

My hands roam down her sides, taking her breasts into my hands, feeling how ready they are for me too. She gasps as I suckle one of them, then the other.

Savvy is still so insatiable though. She’s young, she knows what she wants, and she’s going to get it. She grabs my cock again, guiding it toward her slit. My cock teases her pussy lips, before they part and she begins to slide down my length.

I gasp. She’s so damn tight, so damn perfect. She gasps from the sudden penetration, too, as we settle into one another before fully getting into it. Another kiss, and she begins to grind against my cock, and I start to fuck her right back.

We move with one another. It’s almost instantly in concert, the two of us having a sudden and very powerful understanding of what the other wants. We’ve only known one another for a few hours, but the lust and drive is so unbelievably powerful between us. I help her bounce on my cock, lifting her and granting her a bit more ferocity and impact with each and every thrust. Her moans echo louder around the cabin, such beautiful music from her, and I want to hear her scream for me. I want to hear her be louder than the storm that rages around us.

I fight myself not to bust my nuts. I want this to last longer. I want this to last forever. She’s singing my praises, and God, it’s so damn hard to not just erupt within her immediately. But I ultimately have to go and be a gentleman on top of the lustful creature I usually am. “I’m... I’m getting close,” I say, my whispers against her ear, the heat of my breath tickling it as it passes.

“It’s okay. It’s safe,” she replies between her moans, her head draping back and embracing the orgasm that’ll soon hit her.

I know I’m being crazy. Irresponsible. You don’t just find some random girl on the side of the road and fuck her, then nut inside of her. That’s a good way to end up with a whole lot more problems.

But with Savannah, it just seems right. Destiny had somehow made me find her, and brought us together, no matter how unlikely it all was. Every risk was worth it for her.

And it wasn’t like I was going to be able to stop her from riding me like the wild horse she was anyway.

I hold on just a bit longer. I rub her clit rhythmically with every stroke. All until those moans of hers hit their highest pitch, until she’s screaming for me at the top of her lungs, until I see the orgasm wrack her body, her muscles tense, then suddenly relax, and she sings for me so beautifully.

It’s all the permission I need to be there right with her. All that tension inside of me suddenly released into her sweet slit. Every bit of my warmth, and the intensity of I felt, my heart beating against my chest, my groans deep and low but just as powerful as her moans.

She collapses against me, her soft, round breasts against my hairy muscle. She’s in no rush to get off me, and really, I wouldn’t mind this going on forever.

“That... that was incredible,” she says, obviously pausing a bit to find the proper word to describe what had just happened between us. I don’t think incredible is a strong enough word to describe it, personally, but it’s not like we got a thesaurus on hand.

“You’re one hell of a woman, Savannah,” I heave out. “And I love that.”

I almost wanted to say I loved her, right then and there. And honestly, I don’t think it would have been a total lie. Lord help me. I’ve only known this girl for a few hours and I’m already thinking of marrying her.

She giggles, and finally makes a move to try to get off my cock’s fading strength. She must have overestimated how hard she fucked me, because she stumbles as soon as she gets to her feet.

I rush to catch her, and we tumble down onto the bearskin rug alone, both of us giggling wildly as I hold her tightly in my arms.

Twirling her hair with my finger, I pull her closer. “I don’t have anywhere to be. Do you?”

She pauses. Likely thinking whether she has work tomorrow, or some other horrible thing that’d break up our little journey to paradise. “No. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

“Then you’re going to stay here with me, then. Your shelter from the storm.”

Savvy laughs. God, I love the sound of that. “You wouldn’t understand how many ways those words are true, Hunter. I can’t even begin to explain it.”

“Then don’t. Just enjoy the moment. Savor it.”

“Then savor you too.”

I grin. “When you’re ready for another round, I’m ready.”

Fuck me, I never thought a ditch on the side of the road would be where I found the girl of my dreams.