I wake with a jolt and my eyelids fling open. My vision adjusts to the darkness and the familiarity of Cole’s cabin as it slides into focus.

How did I get here?

I try to conjure the memory, lying perfectly still, as if any motion would be enough to scare it away.

Through the haze of my mind, I see the drawing. It was surprisingly beautiful, I never imagined anyone seeing me that way.

The kiss suddenly flashes behind my eyes like a nuclear blast, making my body hum with heat and excitement, filling me with an overwhelming urgency I’ve never experienced before.

I slide out of the bed and look over at Cole. Even when he’s sleeping peacefully he looks rugged and strong. I have to force myself to stop staring at the way his brown hair falls across his forehead and how his chiseled jaw looks against the pillow. With the blankets pulled up over his shoulder, I can’t make out any more of his beautiful body, but my pussy clenches just the same. My body knows every defined muscle on his burly frame and wants to feel every single one strain against me as he makes me a woman.

Making my way outside, I grab a jug of water and pour myself a glass. The cool liquid pours down my throat as I try to make the parched, raw sensation go away.

Wait, is this a hangover? I always thought that you felt sick and got a headache. I feel fine, except for my unquenchable thirst. Gulping down another glass, I try to piece together fragments of yesterday.

I cringe as the jagged puzzle pieces slowly form into a full and mortifying picture. Cole’s stinging rejection becomes sickeningly clear in my mind. He turned me down. Emphatically at that. Embarrassment burns in my cheeks as I recall how I threw myself at him. And how he refused me.

I want to push it all away. Erase it from my mind. I wish I had gotten more drunk, or that I would’ve woken up with amnesia. Anything to take away this humiliation.

I sneak back inside and climb into bed, closing my eyes, trying to will myself to forget. However, the details keep coming back to me. It’s like that game Whack-a-mole, as each painful moment of Cole’s rejection pops its ugly head up in my brain, I try to beat it back down.

I look over at him. His large hand is stuffed under his chin. I remember how that hand easily circled my wrists, holding my arms down as he lay on top of me. A new feeling sweeps away my self-pity… desire.

I bite my lip and heat blooms from my belly, spilling over between my legs as my pussy grows slick. My hand begins to creep down over my stomach, desperate to ease the ache building inside me. As I reach the waistband of my pants, I look over at Cole and stop.

Why am I doing this? I’m lying in bed next to the man I want and I’m going to masturbate thinking of him? No. This is stupid. I’m done letting my shyness take everything I want from me. I’m done being the good girl who gets nothing but heartache for her trouble. I’m done with never getting what I want.

But, he turned you down. He doesn’t want you.

The thoughts bring me back to reality with a stinging slap. It’s true, I lie back, defeated. He did stop me. But, maybe that just means I’ll have to make it impossible for him to resist. A smile pricks at the corners of my lips as a naughty plan forms. Before I have a chance to talk myself out of it, I strip down completely bare and pull the blankets on top of me.

“Cole,” I practically sing his name. He doesn’t move though. He’s still deeply sleeping. I guess I’m going to have to make sure I wake him up. My heart beats like I just ran wind sprints as I roll over and face him, letting the palm of my hand ease against his chest.

I swallow hard and will myself to continue. Lying here with your hand on his chest isn’t how you get him interested, I chide myself. Stop letting your inhibitions own your experiences. Live a little!

I slide my fingers down over his toned body, hesitating as I reach the edge of his pants. Taking a deep breath, I keep going until my hand is firmly holding his morning wood. My eyes grow wide as I restrain myself from diving my hand in under his pants to explore his dick more thoroughly.

“Cole,” I grab him despite the fabric barrier between us and jerkily move my hand over his bulge.

Cole’s eyelids spring open and he grinds his hips forward, pressing into my hand. I can see the feral hunger in his eyes dominating him, and it sends a long, deep shiver through me. No man has ever looked at me like that before. It’s so primal, my pussy grows even wetter and I bite my lip.

“What are you doing?” His voice is gravelly and rough. For a moment, I almost drop my hand and retreat on my little tough girl act. Instead, I double down, pressing my hand against his thick cock.

I curl my fingers around the ridge and look into his eyes, “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

Before he can answer, I toss back the blankets and reveal my naked body to him. I watch something flash in his eyes as I lie on my back and slide my hands up over my tits, giving my nipple a little tug between my fingers and thumb. I keep inching my other hand down over my skin until I reach my soaking pussy. Tracing a line over my lips, I press my fingers between them as I arch my back and open my pussy for him to see how turned on I am. “If you aren’t going to touch me, I thought you should at least have to see what you’re doing to me,” I answer him huskily.