When I pull up to the house, I force myself to put all of my negative thoughts out of my mind. I’m still angry, fucking fuming about my brother, but I can’t take that out on Kylie.

I climb out of the truck and spot one of the security guys. I give him a nod and he waves back. I smile a little bit and feel bad that they scared Kylie, but at least she’s safe and protected when I’m not around. I head back inside and stomp the snow off my shoes as I open the garage door.

“Kylie?” I call out.

“In here!”

I follow the sound of her voice and find her wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. She looks up at me, an annoyed smile on her face.

“Hey,” I say, and sit down next to her.

She puts her head on my shoulder. “You should have told me about the guards.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, laughing.

“I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

“Did they say anything?”

“The lead guy came to the door,” she says. “His name is Nick. Seems nice.”

“They’re good. You’ll be safe with them around.”

“Probably. I just don’t know how safe I am with you.”

For a second, I don’t realize that she’s joking around, but when I see the smile on her face I relax. “I have an idea,” I say suddenly. “Let’s get out of this house. Take a little drive. What do you think”?”

“Sure,” she says. “I’m sick of sitting around in this place anyway.”

“What, is my house not good enough for you?”

She laughs and stands. “Nope, not at all.” She heads back down the hallway and I hear her door shut.

I smile to myself and stretch my legs out. About ten minutes later she emerges wearing an appropriately warm outfit. We head back outside and get into the truck before pulling out onto a back road that leads further up the mountain.

“Did you grow up around here?” she asks me.

“When I was young, I did,” I say. “We lived that way.” I point to the east, down closer to the city.

“Did you come up here often?”

“Sometimes,” I say. “Though my father used to say that the mountains are for the workers and the poor, and we’ll be neither of those.”

She laughs a little. “Your dad sounds like a character.”

“Imagine the most stereotypical rich guy you can. Now make him even more stuck up and conservative, and that’s my father.”

She laughs, looking out the window. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “He sent us to boarding school so we didn’t see him much.”

“You and your brother?”

I nod. “We were close back then. For a while at least.”

“What happened?” she asks softly.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “Something changed in him. Father always gave me more attention, more training, mostly because he assumed that I’d take over one day. I think Elliot resented that.”

“I can see how he might,” she says, cocking her head at me. “But it wasn’t your fault.”

“No,” I say. “It wasn’t. Maybe I could have done more back then... reached out more. But I didn’t. And now we’re here.”

“Where were you earlier?” she asks, barely a whisper.

I pause, not sure what I want to tell her. I don’t want her to know that I went to Elliot’s place with a mind to kill him and nearly walked right into his trap. But I don’t want to lie to her. I want her to understand the situation we’re in.

“I went to see Elliot,” I say.

“Oh shit,” she says. “Carson, what happened?”

“Nothing,” I say, which is mostly true. “He tried to goad me into attacking him and it nearly worked.”

“But you didn’t?”

“I didn’t,” I say.

We come around a bend and I put the truck into a low gear. The trees start to thin out as we get higher and higher, and the spot I want to stop at is coming up. There’s a small pull-off on the side of the road that goes down a dirt path. I take the truck down it carefully and conversation stops for a second as I navigate the path.

Finally, we move through the trees and I bring the truck to a stop. We sit there in silence overlooking a deep valley. Instead of Juneau spreading out in front of us, like the view from my house, this one is much different.

It’s all forest. There’s a river down in the middle of the valley, and there are a few scattered homes out there, but for the most part it’s virgin Alaskan forest, populated by bears and crazy people.

“This is amazing,” she says softly.

“This is the real Alaska,” I respond. “Dangerous, wild, and beautiful. Nothing is easy out here. But I think it’s worth it.”

She nods and looks at me. “It’s funny you say that. I was thinking the same this morning.”

I smile at her a little and lean toward her. I take her hand in mine and look into her eyes.

“I want you to know that you can leave at any time,” I say. “I want to take care of you, to keep you. But I don’t know if you want to get involved in what’s happening.”

“Carson,” she says softly.

“Wait, let me finish. This thing with Elliot is going to get worse before it gets better. You’ve been through enough already in your life. You don’t need to get in the middle of this fight. So if you want to back out, I won’t take offense.”

“I don’t want to back out,” she says, shaking her head. “I really don’t.”

“I don’t know what Elliot is going to try and do. He’s going to smear you, that’s for sure. I can’t stop him from doing that, although I’ll try.”

“It’s okay,” I say, laughing. “I’ve heard worse. From my own father.”

“It’s going to be in the press. On the television. Lies about you, most likely. But it’ll be all over town.”

“Are you trying to convince me to leave?” she asks, laughing a little.

“No,” I say. “I just want you to understand what it means when you stay.”

“It means that I don’t want to leave, that’s all,” she says. “You saved me when you didn’t have to... ” She trails off, shaking her head.

I reach out and take her cheek in my hand, pulling her toward me. I kiss her gently, enjoying her taste, feeling a strange sense of melancholy warping through me. I wish she understood what it means if she stays, but I can’t explain it, because even I don’t fully know.

But Elliot will try to destroy her. I know he will, just as he’ll try to destroy me. He’ll use her against me, and in the process it may tear her apart.

I won’t let that happen. I kiss her more deeply, tasting her, really tasting her, and suddenly I know that I need her. Right here, in this moment, I need her.

I reach across the truck and grab her hair, tipping her head back. She gasps as I kiss her neck, my other hand exploring her body, slowly sliding down toward her jeans. I unbutton the top button and unzip them as she gasps. My fingers slide into her panties, finding her pussy.

“I’m a little surprised,” I say softly.

“What?” she asks, already a little breathless.

“You’re wet.” I smirk and kiss her bottom lip. “Very fucking wet.”

“I am not,” she protests weakly.

I laugh and slide two fingers deep inside of her dripping pussy. All of the stress and anger that I’ve been feeling since last night evaporates into thin air the second I feel her. She moans and I kiss her again, fucking starving for her, needing it more than I could have guessed.

She suddenly moves toward me and unbuckles my belt. She fumbles at it for a second but finally manages to open my jeans. I grunt as she reaches down and finds my hard cock, gently sliding it out of my boxer briefs and stroking it.

She kisses me once, biting my lip and then pulls back, moving her head down. She takes my cock between her lips and slowly slides it into her mouth.

I groan as pleasure floods through me. I lace my fingers through her hair as she sucks my cock, letting it slide into her throat, or at least trying to. She wants to take as much as she can and the fact that she tries so fucking hard makes my blood pound in my ears. There’s nothing sexier than a woman sucking cock with enthusiasm, and Kylie seems like she’s fucking starving.

I press her down, making my cock slide into her throat, and she lets me. She holds back a gag as I slide into her and I groan, mind completely lost.

She pulls back, gasping in a breath, and strokes my cock.

“Take off your pants,” I say. “Right now. Panties too.”

She bites her lip and obeys, sliding her jeans and panties off. When she’s done, she reaches over and keeps stroking me.

But I’m impatient. Last night was a different kind of sex. It was slower, more deliberate, but this is just straight dirty fucking. I slide my seat back as far as it’ll go then grab her hips and pull her on top of me.

She straddles me, her back to the steering wheel. She kisses me as I slowly slide her down over my cock, teasing her soaking pussy for a second before sinking myself inside of her.

“Shit,” she groans as she slides down my length. “I need to get used to that.”

I grab her hair, tipping her head back. “Yeah, you do,” I say.

She starts riding me, slowly at first, clearly getting used to my size. I let her take it easy, although all I want is to pound my cock into her delicious tight cunt. I hold back though, waiting for her to be ready. I kiss her neck, her lips, bite them softly, let my tongue slide against hers, as she gradually moves faster and faster.

Soon I reach down and grab her ass, cupping it, spreading her open, and begin to really fuck her the way I want. She throws her head back, hands bracing herself against the roof of the truck, as I thrust into her tight little pussy. She’s so fucking wet and hot that I can barely hold myself back as I rip into her. My mind is completely lost and I need it, need it so fucking badly.

She throws her head back, moans escaping her lips loudly, her hips working in time with mine. There’s nothing graceful or slow about this, we both just want to fuck until we come, because it’s the best way to forget about all the bullshit around us. She knows as well as I do, and we let our bodies do the work.

I grab her hips, working her, and she leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kisses me deeply as I fuck her. Her hips work back and forth, sliding herself against mine, working in delicious circles as I fuck her.

Soon, the car’s windows are covered in fog, but it doesn’t matter. Nobody comes back here. It’s just me and Kylie and the wilderness, a wild expanse down below us. We’re completely alone in the world right now, and that idea energizes me. I grab her hair and slap her ass, nice and fucking hard, as I continue to pound into her pussy.

I can feel her body respond, moving faster, bucking harder against me. I know she’s close and I don’t let up. “Go ahead,” I whisper in her ear. “Come for me, Kylie. Come on my big fat cock.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moans, practically a groan, as I continue to fuck her.

I watch her face go slack and her whole body tense as the orgasm washes over her. I love the expression on her face, pure pleasure and ecstasy as she comes. There’s nothing fucking sexier, and just like the night before, that look shoves me right over the edge.

My own orgasm explodes through me like a rocket. I come deep inside of her tight little pussy, filling her up. I grab her hips and hold them tight as we keep working together, moving through the end of our orgasm, the pleasure slowly drifting away.

When we finish, she collapses onto my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, the pleasure still ringing through my body. I don’t know how I can feel this good. I’ve never felt this good before in my entire life, and I’ve been with plenty of beautiful women.

For some reason, they all pale in comparison to Kylie. When she calls me daddy, I feel something I can’t really explain, some kind of intense possessiveness, but it’s not just that. I’m not a jealous and crazy man. But with Kylie, there’s a sense of protectiveness and possession, and I can’t deny that. I want to own her, to make her mine completely, to take care of her and make sure nothing bad ever happens again.

I don’t know how I got here. Only a few days ago I was myself, single and feeling good about it. I never wanted to get married in my entire life and didn’t care if my father looked down on that decision. I still don’t want to get married, but settling down doesn’t seem so horrible.

I don’t know what I’m thinking. Maybe it’s just the post sex glow making me think these insane things. I barely know this girl, she just walked into my life, and already I’m thinking about settling down. It’s absolutely crazy.

But it’s the truth. I don’t know why, but having Kylie resting against me like this is the best feeling in the entire fucking world. I wouldn’t change it for a fucking thing.

Elliot won’t take this away from me. He won’t take anything away from me, not if I can stop him. I’m going to have what I want.