Chapter Thirty-Four
Bailey
Okay, so I may have been wrong about Liam. He brought ice cream to the cabin and chocolate syrup. He may actually be amazing. I stared out the window as the night started to fall, wondering if he would make it back up the mountain.
“You think Liam’s okay?” I asked.
Xander looked surprised by my concern, lifting one eyebrow and curling his lips into a crooked smile.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” he assured me.
The ice cream melted against my tongue, the syrup coating it with so much flavor it swelled with excitement. Xander laughed as I moaned with each bite.
“You like that ice cream better than me?” he teased.
“Hardly,” I rolled my eyes with a smile.
I shivered as the cold cream slid down my throat. Xander pushed the large throw blanket over my legs, and I pulled it to my chest. Maybe ice cream wasn’t the best idea, but damn it was good.
“You want to get a shower to warm up?” he asked.
“If you’re getting one with me,” I flirted.
He wasted no time in getting up, extending his hand to mine, and then pulling me from the couch to my feet.
I loved feeling his strength; it made me feel warm and safe. I pushed into his arms, snuggling against his chest for warmth as he stroked my hair with the palm of his hand. His scent, that musky, masculine aroma that he put off, was creating tingles in my breasts as it wafted under my nose.
“Is there hot water?” I asked, not sure if the water heater broke during the rough storm.
He grinned, nodded, and then slid his hand in mine. He pulled away from me, tugging on my hand as he walked towards the bathroom where our first intimate encounter started.
Inside, he lit a candle, even though the electricity was back on, and then slid the dimmer switch to a romantic glow. His chest was rippled with muscles, rolling like a washboard down his front. I reached out, letting my fingers slide across them like an instrument.
He slid his pants off, unleashing his glorious cock to my eyes. It wasn’t hard, but still impressive, and it made my mouth water just to see it hanging from between his legs.
Xander reached towards me, his cold fingers chilling my skin as he snuck under my shirt. He lifted the material slowly, stopping as it covered my head. His hands cupped my breasts, and without being able to see through the thick fleece that covered my eyes, I felt the sensation of his beard tickling my sensitive skin, and then warmth of his mouth consuming my left breast, and then my right.
He pulled the shirt from my head, dropping it on the floor.
He moved towards me, so close I could feel his heat. My body quivered as he gripped my pants at the waist, and then slowly slid them down my body. The cold chill of the room hardened my moist nipples, and my arousal became tacky against my skin as I stepped out of the pants.
Xander knelt before me, carefully peeling one sock from my foot at a time. He slid up slowly, pressing his smooth, warm skin against mine as he leaned in to turn on the water.
I watched as he let the streams from the shower fall onto his hand, testing it carefully as he adjusted the knobs.
Steam started to roll through the small room as the water heated, and Xander stepped in first before reaching for my hand to guide me inside.
The aches in my muscles melted with the hot water pushing down on them. Xander grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and rolled it in his hand until the rag filled with suds.
He moved me by the small of my waist, putting me closest to the water streams, and began washing my shoulders, my neck, and then down each arm. His touch was sensual, delicate, and drove me wild. The washcloth glided across my belly, around each breast, taking extra time to make sure they were squeaky clean. I giggled as he moved to my buttocks and then down my legs. The water rushed over his head, smashing his long hair into his back as he knelt down in front of me, washing my feet, and in between my toes. I was laughing, hard, from the tickling sensation of the cloth, but as he dragged it back up my body and in between my legs my laughter turned to deep moans.
“We have to make sure this is really clean,” he teased, pulling the cloth between my folds, against my clit, and then back again.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, helping to hold me up with weakened knees as he brought my arousal to the edge of explosion.
The cloth dropped with a slapping thud against the bottom of the tub, and then Xander’s fingers pressed against my flesh without the interference of the material. He spread me open with two fingers, and then slid his middle one inside my warm hole. I moaned out with pleasure, dug deeper into his flesh, and dropped my body onto him, sending his digit deep into my cunt.
His motions were slow, rhythmed, and accurate. His finger curled inside of me, the tip aimed towards the inside of my body like a hook. He twitched, tickled, and then found the spot that made me cry out his name with a hoarse voice.
The friction against the wall, right at my G-spot, sent warm arousal dripping down my legs and to the tub floor. I could barely stand; the quivering mess he’d made me with the powerful orgasm was pressed against him, breathing rapidly and unable to speak.
He chuckled as I finally regained control, looking up at him with amazement filling my eyes. Holy shit!
“That’s more like what I planned to do to you, if I’d ever seen you again,” he smirked.
His hands reached for the shampoo bottle from the shelf, and squirted some onto his palm. I couldn’t do anything but hold onto him as he ran his fingers through my hair, massaging in the soap, and then wringing out the suds with fresh water.
I gripped the clean washcloth that was hanging on the faucet, and picked up the soap. I lathered the rag until it was nice and sudsy, and then let the soap drop with a thud at our feet. Xander’s cock was already hard, tapping me on the hip as I spun him around into my spot under the water.
My hands pulled the cloth across his body, using the same slow, rhythmic method he had to clean me. I knelt down in front of him as I ran the cloth down his legs, his cock staring me directly in the eye as I looked up. My mouth watered, wanting so bad to taste him, to suck him between my lips and make him cum. I leaned in, sucking on the head of his cock between my lips, and let my tongue flick at the small opening as I cupped his balls in the soapy cloth.
He growled and groaned as I slid a bit further down his shaft, sucking in the warm flesh against my cheeks. My hand stroked his balls, massaging them slowly and carefully as I took more of him into my mouth.
Xander was large, much larger than other men I’d known, not that there were many to brag about. My cheeks spread, my lips stretched, and I swallowed hard, just to get him half way into my warm mouth.
I pulled away after a couple strokes and replaced my mouth with the warm sudsy cloth. I stroked slowly, up and down on his shaft, still kneeling before him, looking up and watching his lips part and growls escape.
His hands reached down to me, his fingers intertwined in my hair as he tugged upward.
“Kiss me,” he pleaded, pulling me up to his mouth,
Our lips met as my hand continued to stroke his cock. He throbbed in my hand, his arms tightened around me, and warm cum spilled onto the cloth.
“Damn,” he sighed, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
I washed his hair while he caught his breath and wondered if he’d let me shave his scruff. I didn’t want to remove it all, just trim it up, but I decided to wait for another day to ask.
Dried off, dressed, and both sexually satisfied and bellies full, we fell onto the bed into each other’s arms.
I wondered if Xander had been having nightmares since I left, but I didn’t ask. I snuggled up in his arms and watched as he drifted off to sleep, hoping that, even if he had, that they would stop again now that I was back.
I was warm and content in Xander’s arms as he slept, but not tired enough to fall asleep myself. I reached down, under the nightstand, and searched for the book I’d been reading before I left.
A stack of envelopes fell onto the floor as I pulled out the book, envelopes all addresses to me. I pulled them up, propped myself up on the pillow behind me, and stared at them with confusion. Why hadn’t they been mailed?
There were half a dozen letters, maybe more, some thick, like several pages were inside. They were all sealed, all stamped and addressed, and since they were to me, I figured it was okay to open them.
I slid my finger across the paper, tearing open the first envelope. I read what Xander had written, so sweet, so open, and my heart crushed deep into my chest. I tore through another, and then another, until I’d made my way through the entire stack.
One was signed, ‘I love you,’ and all of them professed a desire to have me in his life. I looked over at Xander, who was still sleeping soundly, and felt my heart rip from my chest. This man had stolen my heart, and here all this time that I pondered whether or not he cared, he actually loved me.
I leaned down, kissing Xander on the tip of his nose as he slept. His hand lifted, swatting the skin that had been tickled with my lips, and then his eyes pulled open.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pain in his eyes as he stared up at me.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I lifted the stack of opened letters.
He sat up abruptly, snatching the letters from my hand. He shuffled through them, panicking as he stared at each one, opened, read.
“Where did you find these?” he questioned.
“I was looking for my book. They were addressed to me, so I thought it was okay to read them. Why didn’t you send them?” I whined.
“I couldn’t,” he sighed, falling back onto the pillow.
“If you had, I would’ve been here so much sooner,” I admitted with a smile.
He turned to me, his eyes still wary and stressed. His lips curled into a smile as he pulled me into his chest.
“I’m not good with sharing my emotions,” he confessed.
“You’ve done an amazing job in the letters,” I smiled.
“I really do care for you, Bailey,” he whispered.
No mention of love, like he’d written in one of the letters.
“I really care for you, too,” I sighed, snuggling up against his warm chest.