Chapter Eighteen
Bailey
My neck ached as it stretched up to peer out the window. The glass was iced over, allowing me only to see the shadows of Liam and Xander outside. I knew Xander had chopped wood on several occasions, and there was no real reason for them to be out there other than for a private conversation. What were they talking about? Me, of course. Liam was probably telling Xander how I needed to leave, to get home to whoever was looking for me, and to go on with my life.
Something in my life wasn’t good; that’s all I knew at this point. I still hadn’t talked to Xander about the vague memories I’d had or the feeling of sadness that surrounded me with those memories.
Maybe there was a reason I was out in the woods alone, a reason why I forgot and haven’t been eager to remember.
I pushed my head back down onto the pillow as the door opened, trying to appear to still be sleeping.
“Thanks, buddy,” I heard Xander say, causing me to become even more curious about their talk.
I hated Liam being there, interrupting our time together. I knew the snow would eventually clear, and I’d have to leave, but I still had time alone with Xander, at least I did until Liam arrived.
I laid still, silent, and just listened to the guys as they whispered to one another. Finally, I heard Liam say he was tired and mentioned napping in front of the fire. I closed my eyes tightly, waited patiently, and after about thirty minutes, snores filled the small cabin.
“You awake?” I turned to Xander, who was whispering in my ear.
His eyes were bright blue, the light of the sun bursting in through the window created a glow around his sandy blonde hair, and his image reminded me of the ones on the covers of the romance novels shoved under his bed.
I leaned up, without saying a word, and kissed him gently on the mouth. As I started to pull away, to relax back on my pillow, his strong hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me back towards his lips.
My body fell limp in his arms as our tongues stroked against one another. That sweet burning tingle between my legs returned from where it was abandoned earlier that morning. The same intensity fueled my desire for Xander, and even though Liam was just a few feet away, I wanted him to take me, right then, right there.
“I need you,” I gasped, pulling from his kiss.
His eyes filled with excitement, but then quickly faded to concern. I watched as he glanced over towards the chair where Liam slept.
“I need you too, but…” he hesitated.
My blood boiled. Liam was here, and he obviously was going nowhere until he could drag me down the mountain with him, so this was it? I couldn’t spend my last days with Xander wrapped in his arms?
“I’ll be quiet,” I promised, pushing my bottom lip out to pout.
Xander chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as his eyes danced on mine.
“We both know that’s a lie,” he laughed.
My cheeks burnt with embarrassment at the reality I’d howled as loudly as the wolves outside the cabin when we’d been together.
“We were alone then. I can be quiet,” I assured him.
My hand reached down between his legs, rubbing against his crotch as he let out a deep growl.
“Now who can’t be quiet?” I giggled.
I squirmed under the covers, arching my back and exposing my t-shirt covered breasts to Xander’s hungry eyes. He growled again, this time deeper, a little slower, and with more hunger.
“We could go take a shower,” I suggested with a smile.
“We’ll wake him,” Xander groaned.
I didn’t care about waking Liam. I wanted Xander. I needed Xander.
My hand rubbed against the denim of his jeans, his cock beneath growing quickly. I watched as his eyes closed, his head fell behind his shoulders, and his lips parted. It was obvious he wanted me too, that he needed me.
“We never got to finish what we started this morning,” I flirted.
His eyes opened and stared down on me with desire. He let his hand drop to the bed, slowly sliding beneath the blanket to my warm body. The pressure of his palm on my belly made me squirm, and as his fingers stretched out, lowering to my panty line, I started to moan.
A snap of the waist band, and Xander’s hand was in my pants, between my legs, and running against my swollen pussy. I grinded against him, trying to halt my moans and groans, but some escaped, even with tightly clasped lips.
A finger slid inside of me, spreading my folds apart as it thrust deep into my cunt. I worked quickly to open his jeans, unleashing the hardened cock that I craved into my hand. My mouth watered as the smooth skin of his manhood slid through my palm. My fingers clasped tightly around him, stroking his cock with the same rhythm he plunged his finger into me.
My arousal washed around his finger as he slid another one inside. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, lubricating my fingers for a steadier stroke. We were both enthralled in our motions, lost in ecstasy, and oblivious to anything, or anyone around us, including Liam.
Xander’s thumb pressed against my clit, creating friction as he pushed into me with his fingers. My body twitched, quivered, and then began to throb as my orgasm was impending.
My eyes opened, staring up at Xander. I loved that he watched me, soaking in the satisfaction he was giving me, loving every second.
Moans rolled from my throat as my body tensed and released, my pussy muscles squeezed hard against his fingers, and my fingers clasped hard around his cock. I stroked hard, fast, loving the sensation of his thick cock in my small hand.
Xander leaned down, placing his hand over my mouth to quiet me as my orgasm exploded onto his hand. His eyes smiled, and his lips curled as I bit into the flesh of his hand for one last moan.
His body tensed, and with a low controlled grunt, and few twitches of his cock, my hand was covered in the slippery reward of his cum.
My breathing was rapid and sporadic as my hand released his exhausted cock. My pussy throbbed, surprisingly satisfied by our mutual masturbation.
Xander leaned down, kissing me on the forehead, and then on the lips. I could taste the whiskey he’d shared with Liam on his tongue, reminding me of our first kiss. I hoped this wouldn’t be our last.
“I’m going to make some lunch,” Xander excused himself.
I fell against the soft pillow and stared up at the wood ceiling. I could see my house more clearly now when I closed my eyes. The yellow wallpaper kitchen, the front porch with two white rocking chairs, and even my room, a flowered bedspread and twin bed with a white frame. Was that where I still lived?
With every image that popped into my mind, every memory that flooded my brain, sadness filled my heart. I still couldn’t figure out why I was so sad. What was waiting for me that filled me with such misery?
I knew I’d find the answers out soon enough. With Liam there, interrupting the distraction Xander had given me from my past, it was bound to start flooding over me without warning.