Chapter Ten

Calla

Good job, Calla. You poked an angry bear and then got yourself locked in his den for a day. Not the smartest thing I had ever done. I looked around the empty room. The smell of the coffee tickled my senses. I didn’t mind staying here another day, but I did need to check in with Holly.

I looked around the room, looking for a telephone. The man had to have a way to communicate with the outside world. My cell was still in my jacket pocket, but without the charger it wasn’t going to do much good. Plus, I seriously doubted there would be any service out here.

The aroma of the coffee was too much. I walked back to the woodstove and leaned over the pot, inhaling deeply. I really needed a hit of caffeine.

Jake stomped back into the room, heading for the kitchen, opening a cupboard and putting two mugs on the counter.

“Excuse me,” he growled, grabbing the coffee pot from the stove and heading back to the kitchen. I trailed behind him, like a kid following the ice cream man.

I greedily watched him pour two cups, but managed to mind my manners long enough not to reach out and grab a cup.

He handed one to me. I wrapped both hands around the hot mug and held it close to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Ohh,” I moaned low in my throat. It smelled heavenly. I took the first sip and moaned again.

His gaze was on me, staring intently, watching me as my lips rimmed the ceramic mug.

“What?” I asked, a little self-conscious.

“Good?”

I smiled over my cup. “Very.”

He looked at me a few more seconds and then walked away. The man was making me nervous. He was constantly on the move. Who did that first thing in the morning? It was as if he couldn’t stand to be near me. If I got too close, he moved away. I must have really freaked him out.

I watched while he filled a bowl with dry kibble, the dog had been curled up in a corner, but came running the moment he heard the sound. Then, he was grabbing the pot of oatmeal off the stove and scooping it into bowls.

“Here,” he said handing me on of the bowls.

I looked at the bowl of plain oatmeal. I didn’t want to be a nuisance, but come on. Plain oatmeal?

“Sugar?” I asked.

He reached into a cupboard, handed me a small bag and walked to the table. I carried the bag under my arm, holding my cup of coffee and hot oatmeal bowl in my hands. He was definitely not going to win any hospitality awards.

“Thanks,” I said, dumping a healthy amount of sugar straight from the bag and into my oatmeal.

“No problem.”

We ate in silence. I wasn’t a real fan of oatmeal, but I was hungry, and oatmeal was filling.

“I’ve got stuff to do,” he grumbled, putting his bowl in the sink and sliding his feet into his boots.

Without another word, he was dressed and out the door, his dog trailing along behind him.

I added a little water to both bowls and the pot, doing my best to use a limited amount of water from the jug. Caked on oatmeal was no joke. It would make it easier to cleanup once the power was back. I hoped the man had more water stashed somewhere. With nothing else to do, I crawled back onto the couch, unfolded the blankets and closed my eyes. I wasn’t used to getting up so early, especially after such a restless night.

The next thing I knew, there was a noise outside that had me bolting up on the couch. I strained my ears, trying to clear my foggy brain at the same time. I couldn’t place the sound. Was it an engine? A lawnmower.

I rubbed a hand over my face. The cabin door pushed open and Jake’s massive framed filled the doorway. He was sliding his hands over his coat, brushing off snow while stomping his feet. Casper walked in and gave a good shake before heading to the woodstove to settle in.

“You’re sleeping?” he asked, as if it was the strangest thing in the world for a person to do.

“Just a little catnap,” I defended, suddenly feeling like a complete sloth.

“Generator’s on. You can take a shower if you want.”

“I can?” I asked, not quite believing him. “A hot shower?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, a hot shower. Give it about ten minutes. Then you can take a shower.”

“Awesome! Thank you!”

I jumped up and refolded the blankets. I was very excited to get a shower, even if I didn’t have any clothes to put on.

“Excuse me, Casper,” I said, grabbing my bra and panties.

I stood to find him staring at the things in my hand. I debated leaving them off. If I got the chance to seduce the man, it would make things a little easier if there were fewer barriers. The man was a bit skittish.

I headed towards the bathroom but didn’t get far before his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“I can loan you some sweats or something.”

I looked down at my leggings. I’d had them on since yesterday and after sweating with exertion during my hike and flooding them with pussy juices last night, they were probably a little ripe.

“That’d be great. I’ll rinse these and let them dry for tomorrow.”

“Want a t-shirt?” he asked.

“Yes, please, and thank you, Jake. I really appreciate you putting me up like this,” I said with sincerity.

He brushed by me in the hall and walked into his bedroom. I caught a glimpse of a huge log bed that nearly filled the entire space. It figured he would have a big bed for his big body.

“Here,” he shoved the garments at me.

“Thanks.”

“Let the water run for a few. It will be ice-cold until the hot water flows through,” he warned. “You can’t take a long shower. The generator only has so much juice. We may need it later, especially if this storm hangs on much longer.”

“Okay,” I mumbled and closed the bathroom door behind me.

I was looking forward to a hot shower and washing away yesterday. I would have to be mindful of the time. I wasn’t known for quick showers, but I didn’t want to be the kind of a house guest that used up all the hot water.

The bathroom was very chilly. I started the water running, waiting to strip until it started to get warm. The candlelight provided very little light, creating a very intimate atmosphere. I stripped naked and stepped into the shower. The water wasn’t exactly hot, but it was good enough. I couldn’t see much with the curtain closed, but I could make out what looked to be a bottle of shampoo and quickly lathered my hair.

The water sluiced down my chest, causing goosebumps to pop out all over my flesh. The sensation stirred up last night’s unsatisfied arousal. I was alone and naked. I could take the edge off. I closed my eyes, letting the spray of water run over my face before turning and letting it hit my back. I thought about last night and a fantasy sprang to mind.

Jake. I had wanted him so badly. I envisioned him bending me over the couch, pounding into me from behind. His violent thrusts moving the couch as he slammed into my body with delicious force. The mere thought of him had me wet and aching. I ran a hand over my breast and played with a nipple before running it down my stomach.

I needed better access. I stepped forward, turned around and slid down the wall, sitting on the tub floor. My hand moved between my legs, but I wanted to feel that spray of water. I propped my right leg on the side of the tub.

“Ah,” I gasped as the water hit my aching pussy. I reached down and used my fingers to spread my lips. The hot water was a shock to the system. I jerked with the strong sensation of hot water on my exposed clit. If only there were more water pressure, I lamented.

My eyes closed as I imagined Jake there, rubbing his fingers over me. I slid one finger in and moaned. I was soft and hot, and oh so wet. I could feel my pussy juices sticky on my finger. I stroked in and out before slowly rubbing over the clit. I opened my legs wider, loving the feeling of being completely wicked.

With one hand holding my pussy wide, I used my finger on the other hand to tweak my clit. Pinching and rubbing before sliding in as far as I could reach. I was so close to cumming, I knew it would take very little to reach the climax I’d been dying to get. I wanted to draw it out, enjoy the moment a bit longer, but I couldn’t forget about the man just beyond the flimsy shower curtain.

Thinking about him sent heatwaves over my body.

“There,” I whispered in the darkness as my finger found the right spot. I moved it faster, applying more pressure. My toes curled and my ass clenched as the orgasm spiraled through my body. “Ahhh,” I moaned, the soft sound echoing around me.

I bit my lip as it cascaded over me, doing my best not to yell out in pleasure. I slid a second finger inside my hole and jerked with the intensity. I could feel my juices flowing over my hand, the sensation increasing my pleasure. I felt another moan threatening to explode from my chest and quickly used a hand to cover my mouth. I could smell my arousal and started cumming all over again. The water washed away the evidence of my orgasm as quickly as it had come on. I put my leg back inside the tub and took a couple seconds to catch my breath.

“That was intense,” I whispered. I stayed there, letting the water hit my belly as my muscles unclenched. I wanted to lie there and bask in the afterglow, but I had to move.

Standing on legs that were a little shaky, I leaned one hand against the shower wall to steady myself. I took several long deep breaths, calming my racing heart and doing my best to regain my composure. The self-pleasure had taken the edge off, but I was left wanting more. I wanted that fullness that only Jake could give me.

Quickly rinsing my body, I shut off the water, not wanting to use too much. I was only a little embarrassed by what I had done, but desperate times called for desperate measures. I quickly dried off with a towel from the rack over the toilet and pulled on the long johns he had given me to wear, sans panties. They were a little looser than the leggings, which made me feel a little more comfortable about being seen in the rather revealing pants in the middle of the day.

I inhaled the scent of the t-shirt, hoping it would smell like him. The only thing I smelled was fabric softener. My pussy was still tingling, and I considered giving myself another climax before leaving the bathroom. I could. I should, I told myself, looking for good excuse to get off.

Would he know? Would it make him more inclined to fuck me if he knew I was in the bathroom fingering myself? A plan formed in my mind. I used a little more water and rinsed my leggings and panties and hung them over the shower curtain rod to dry. I wanted to remind him I was ready and willing.