Jack
What the fuck was she thinking?
This girl obviously knows nothing about the great outdoors.
She could've got herself killed so easily. The thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. If I haven't been there in time, Avery's life would've ended.
She must've really wanted to get away from me to brave this kind of cold. I can't imagine what was running through her head. I find myself feeling angry and worried all at once.
I scoop her up into my arms to begin the long trudge back to the cabin. She's delirious and on the verge of hypothermia.
The whole way back I'm thinking of how much I must've scared her. Like I said, I'm a danger to everybody. I have to live removed from society.
But as I feel the slight weight of Avery in my arms, I can't deny that I have a strong desire for her. Hell, at this point, I can't imagine ever forgetting about her. She's got me hooked pretty fucking good.
I hike through the snow with her in my arms. The wind is against us and it's blowing snowflakes right into my eyes.
I can barely see but I know exactly where I'm going. Living out here has given me a certain sense of direction that's always on call.
I know how to survive in a snowstorm. Avery obviously fucking doesn't. I know how to fight off a bear. Avery couldn’t even if she knew how. I know my way around the woods. But Avery, she’s lost as shit out here.
Not that it stops her from trying to fuck around in my domain anyway.
I almost lost her today.
I'm talking to her, trying to keep her conscious, "Avery, are you okay? Do you know who I am?"
She opens her eyes for a second and says, "You're "You're…Hagrid?”
Even in her frozen little state, I can see her eyes narrow and her lips curl into a smile.
Christ. Even now, she’s fucking with me.
“Jack,” she says with a tired little giggle. “Of course, I know you."
Her sweet words do a lot to melt my fucking heart. But all I can think about at this moment is getting her back to the cabin and to safety. I'm gonna have to warm her up quickly.
At last, I see the smoke from the chimney and it leads me to our way home. I have to get her inside.
I run through the blizzard towards the house with Buck bounding at my heels. I get her up to the bedroom and immediately strip away all of her frozen clothes.
Then, I peel off my own layers so that I can warm her up with my body heat. It's the fastest way to keep her conscious.
“Boof!” says Buck. A little judgmentally, if I’m being completely honest.
“Out,” I order, and he sulks away, looking at me like I’m misbehaving somehow.
Silly mutt is just jealous. He cares about this girl as much as I do. Probably wants to be the one curling up around her and getting her warm.
But this? This is a man’s job.
I lay her naked body down on the mattress. I add some more logs to the little fireplace near the bed so that the fire is roaring and the heat warms up her lithe and beautiful body.
Then I lay down next to her and hold her tightly, pulling the blankets up over both of us. My frame envelops her own and I like it that way.
While I'm bringing her back to life, all I can think about is sending her to the stars and making her come so hard that she'll never forget this night. I want to punish her for running away from me. I want her to know that it can never happen again.
What is this newfound sense of possessiveness? I never let anybody enter my life; at least I haven't for a while now. Avery's starting to get to me. Makes it especially hard to be curled around her like this in front of the fire.
Slowly, she comes to.
She says, "Jack, you saved me out there.”Jack…I almost died."
I want to scold her, to remind her that she is no idea what she's doing out here deep in the woods, but I decide that will make the situation worse.
Instead, I find myself whispering calming words into her ear, "I would've been there in a matter what. You never have anything to fear, Avery. Not when you're with me."
All I can hope is that those words are true.
She smiles up at me and even in the midst of her degraded state she looks fucking gorgeous. It takes all my effort not to bend her legs back over her head and pound her right here on this rug.
We stay there awhile, entwined in front of a roaring fire. Slowly I feel her skin start to heat up. She and I are looking into the flames thinking about each other.
I know she wants me as badly as I do. It takes everything I have, every source of my strength, to hold back from fucking her. I know she wants me to but I have to hold out.
First, we have to have the conversation.
After a long silence she finally says, "Jack, you rescued me. You're my hero."
I hold her tighter and say, "No Avery, I did you wrong. I'm sorry for what happened this morning. I'm sorry that you felt like you had to run away from me. That wasn't me. Can you understand that?"
"I...I…" She hesitates. "I don't fully understand it, Jack. But something inside of me is telling me to trust you. I will never run away from you again. I'm so sorry."
I tip her face to my own and look into her tear-filled eyes. It kills me that she felt so bad about this. I'm the one who scared her away after all.
"I will never make you feel like that again. Can you trust me?"
"I think so. I want to," she says.
With that, I wrap myself ever tighter around her little body. I need her to warm up even more. I need to make sure my baby is fully conscious and safe and healed.
The feel of her so tightly conjoined with my body is enough to make me go crazy. I know she can feel my huge cock pressing against her, hard as ever.
I make no attempt to hide it. I want her, bad.
Now that she knows how sorry I am maybe I can take her. Maybe she would have me once again.
I need to know that she's fully warmed up though. I need to make sure that she safe. So we stay like that, wrapped up in each other for what feels like an eternity.
The fire's starting to die out but my desire has not taken a backseat. I'm burning for her, aching for her.
And I know she feels it too. The electricity between us is always on. It keeps us both on high alert.
The feeling is one that I never dreamed was possible for me. To connect with someone in this way is so far beyond what I imagined for myself that I can't even describe it.
Suddenly, Avery has become important to me. Suddenly, it's my mission in life not to lose her again. Today was too close a call.
I slide my hands down her body and feel her beautiful ass and her soft skin. I can't help myself. I have to touch her.
Her body is tense under the feel of my hands and I know she's simultaneously yearning for it and afraid of it. That makes me happy.
I'm so wild, robust, and overwhelming. She's so gentle, cultivated, and sweet-tempered.
We are disparate, opposites. And yet opposites attract, and I feel myself aiming for, lusting for everything she has that I am not. I feel impassioned by her tender nature and all I want is more and more of her.
I let my hand graze ever farther down her body.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
She’s mine.