Chapter 12

Jeni

I don’t know why I kissed him just then, but I’d been biting my lip trying not to for so long, I impulsively gave in without thinking. We’d just won a harrowing first level of the game. I was on edge. It was fun, terrifying, and exhilarating. I knew playing a game would draw us closer and it did. It broke down the thick wall he’d erected between us.

After I planted a kiss on his cheek, we stared at one another for a moment. My heart was beating so fast and so loudly, I thought it would leap out of my chest. It was probably mid-day, but hard to tell because of the dark weather. The cabin was chilly but not terribly cold, however, I was shivering

“Would you like me to get some firewood and start a fire or turn up the heat? We might get a few more days out it?” he asked, his eyes intense and heady.

He’d showed me the heating system. It was impressive and most likely would last a few more days in low sunlight before we felt the chill inside, however, my body was wracked with nerves, not cold.

“Um,” was my oh so elegant reply.

“Let’s get you into a hot bath first, that’ll warm you up,” he suggested.

Oh yes, let’s.

“Ok,” I managed to squeak out.

“Give me a minute,” his deep voice murmured as he let his eyes hold mine for a beat longer than was polite.

He was so crazy sexy. I usually didn’t go for men with an abnormal amount of facial hair, but he made it look amazing. His dark and commanding presence was strangely mixed with kindness and care. He had my head spinning when he returned to lift me off the couch and carry me out of the living room.

He walked with me into the bathroom as steam and the scent of lavender filled the air. Since he’d already geeked out on the high-tech security and sustainable energy the cabin employed, I thought I’d ask a question to ease the tension. “Where does the water for the bath come from?” As soon as I asked, I felt silly.

He set me down on a chair near the sink and tested the water as it filtered out of the tap, billowing with steam.

“I have an underground silo which holds most of the water, and a flash heating system that warms it. I’ve rigged a few catchment systems around the periphery and they catch the water which collects in the silo. Before it becomes drinking water or a bath, it is filtered and treated in an underground system. It’s probably the freshest water you’ll ever find as it’s mostly snow runoff,” he said as he poured salts and oils into the bath.

I marveled at the size of the bathtub, it was perfect for two people to luxuriate comfortably, but why would a mountain man living alone want a swimming pool sized bathtub? “Do you like taking baths?” I didn’t know many men who used bath salts and oils, not without a woman to inspire them to do so.

“Not particularly,” he said, as he turned to me.

For a moment, a shiver scurried up my spine. He didn’t like baths but was pouring expensive smelling oils into one. He didn’t play video games but had the latest Zombie gore-fest in a secluded cabin atop a hill. He wouldn’t let me open the door to the upper level and had pictures of children who were his mirror image. Either he was a liar or a serial killer and again, I was grappling with deciding which it was.

“So, the oils and the zombie game are for guests your work forbids you to have?” Well, if he really was a serial killer, I was dead for being so damn snarky.

“The oils, the zombie game, and the upper floor are for my sister in law and her children when they infrequently visit. My brother, sadly passed away and my sister and her family will join me on occasion, however, this house reminds her too much of him, so she doesn’t often come. I’m allowed family and they are my only family.”

…and I felt like an asshole for asking. “Sorry, I… I,” I stammered and tripped over my words.

“How could you have known,” his eyes were blazing and carnal again. “I don’t think you should be left alone. You won’t be able to navigate the bath without assistance,” his warm blue eyes didn’t break their gaze.

My stomach flipped, and I felt myself moisten between my legs.

“Um…” I was at it again.

He took a step towards me “Shall I help you undress?”

It took my entire will not to lose my mind.

“If you’re worried about your modesty, I’ve already dressed you once,” he said.

“Did you now?” I swallowed hard.

“I did.” It was then I realized the incredible size of his erect cock, which was hard to miss because it was fighting to get out of his pants, right in front of my face.

He towered over me and seemed massive as he looked down at me sitting on the chair. The menacing bulge in his pants that spoke everything words seemed unable to effectively communicate. He didn’t try to hide his arousal, rather he lightly grazed it with his hand. My mouth went dry.

“I think we should be honest with one another considering we’ll be in close proximity for some time.” He was very matter of fact, definitely a scientist.

He bent down to me, squatting his legs some so that I was eye to eye with the larger of his two heads.

“I agree, we should,” I answered with conviction even though my tongue felt huge and dry.

“I’ve been up here a long time, too long. I can and will be a gentleman if that’s what you want. I can abstain from you with great effort and I’ll make the effort if you wish. However, I’d very much like to be intimate with you. It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman as beautiful as you and with such a personality. I can’t help my attraction and I get the feeling neither can you. Am I right?” He was so blunt, it was fucking sexy as hell.

“Mmm hmm,” was all I was capable of.

“I suspected as much,” he flashed a rare smile. “The situation is awkward at best, but I suggest we pretend we are lost in time. I’ll show your body and spirit such sensuality and passion, you’ll feel as if you’ve been transported to another realm of time and space. It would be my absolute joy to pleasure you, Imogen. However, when the storm lets up and it’s time for you to leave the cabin and return to your own life, you must do so with no looking back and no further contact. I have to have your word. I hope we will explore our passions and be honest with one another to our deepest level, however it will be for now and now only. When it’s over we will move on and forget one another.” His face was somber and earnest, and yet his voice sizzled with passion.

What if I didn’t want to forget him? I hardly think I could. “Is the forgetting thing a deal breaker?” I was testing the waters because once I did this thing, there was going to be little I could do to undo it.

“I’m afraid it has to be,” he eyes cast downward momentarily, but bounced back up and met mine again… determined.

I took a deep breath. I’d never considered such an arrangement before. Clandestine sex seemed strange and yet so alluringly erotic, I couldn’t help but accept. “I hope I don’t like you too much when this is all over,” I ran my lip under my teeth and bit down, feeling nervous and excited.

“I hope you do like me. It wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t.” He was more playful now, less obsessive.

I was still shaking. “I just don’t want my heart broken,” I confessed.

“I’ll be gentle with it, I promise.” With that, he lifted the sweatshirt up over my head.

When the sweatshirt was off, I was left with nothing but my bra from the day before. I dreaded to think what was under the sweatpants; I hadn’t given my underclothes much thought when I went climbing up the mountain.

He moved into me and wrapped his arms around my waist; he seemed to be getting right to business when I felt him lift me up to my feet. Instinctively, I went for the waistband of the sweats I was wearing to lob them off and duck into the tub, but his hand caught mine.

“May I?” he asked with a deep rasp in his voice.

I squeaked. Ugh.

I let him slip his sweatpants and my satin underpants off my body. He slid them down my legs slowly, drinking in the view as he peeled them away from me, my last layer of protection… gone. When they were off and I stood before him naked from the waist down, he lobbed the lot into an open hamper in the corner.

He then swept me into his arms and pressed his soft lips to mine. His mustache and beard tickled, but the sensation only heightened my arousal as I gushed a little in his arms. He sat on the side of the tub as it continued to fill and placed me in his lap with my legs straddled across him. My wet naked center immediately felt his thick erection pressing through his sweats, jutting into my hungry, dripping pussy.

His mouth claimed mine fervently as his tongue took command, dancing in a sensuous ballet that explored me intimately. I tried to keep breathing as I angled closer to him feeling his hardness dig against my tender skin. Our mouths were locked in a primal dance as his hands dripped down my back finding the clasp of my bra, ready to relieve me of it.

His strong arms grabbed the delicate fabric and lifted it over my head leaving my naked breasts exposed to his sight and the cold air. My nipples peaked with excitement as his hands smoothed their way down my body to find each wanting and waiting for his touch. His thumbs circled gently around the turgid buds and ignited the knotted nerves beneath each.

Instinctively, I writhed my pelvis, gyrating against his rigid cock, trying to lodge myself on it, which brought forth a low rumbling laugh from his mouth which had found mine again. “Are you ready?” he whispered into my neck as his kisses trailed from my lips down to my collarbone.

“For what?” I breathed, desperate… dying of an insatiable and raging need.

He didn’t answer my question, simply leaned back and shut off the water. He then lifted me off his lap and immediately I felt the loss of his warmth and rigidity. I wanted that massive cock inside me so much I was trembling for it. I’d become, in a matter of minutes, a loved starved lunatic. While my mind tossed around in a sea of unbridled desire, I tried to keep my game face calm and demure. The last thing I wanted was to look like a love-starved lunatic.

He set me into the warm bubbly water which must have taken incredible strength. I was lean but had strong muscles, so I weighed much more than it seemed. He made the act look effortless as he set me in the water, making sure to catch my bad leg and drape it over the edge of the tub.

“Please don’t submerge your injured leg, we’ll need to make sure it stays out of the water.” Momentarily he was the medic again, with his voice sounding officious and cautioning.

“We?” I played and flirted with the word.

His eyes met mine as had become our custom and without breaking his intense stare he unzipped his parka, slowly with a sensual deliberateness that had me melting. Spread eagle as I was, I feared my juices were flowing unbridled into the bath. The man had only just taken off is freaking jacket and I was already a pile of wantonness.

Underneath his parka, he wore a fitted long-sleeved sweater in soft gray cashmere. It hadn’t occurred to me he may have had money, boatloads of it, but everything he owned was untouchable to the average human. State of the art everything, fine clothes, high thread count sheets, a pool-sized bathtub. Either he was really hot shit at his sustainable energy gig or there was more to Mountain Man Jesus than he was letting on.

While the idea that he may be a billionaire flickered through my brain, it didn’t stay there as he’d taken off the cashmere sweater and revealed perfectly cut abs surrounded by much less hair than his face. He was perfection. His skin was soft and white, winter did that to a man, but his body was toned and sculpted like a Greek God. In fact, that’s exactly what he reminded me of, a statue of a bearded God one might find in a museum.

His expression shifted from an uncomfortable intensity to a more playful smirk when he unzipped his track pants and slid them off, kicking them up into the air with his foot and intercepting them to toss into the dirty laundry hamper for another perfect shot.

“Right on,” I remarked to break the tension.

It was useless, his massive cock was straining so hard to free itself from his boxer briefs it nearly punctured a hole in the fabric. Again, with ease and grace, he slid himself free of the constricting cloth and stood before me with the most impressive veined spear I’d ever seen. Not that I’d seen enough to be a true judge of size and girth, but the man was well endowed to the point it worried me some, entry might be problematic.