Garrett carried Paige through the swinging kitchen door and over to the counter. He sat her up on the counter and kissed her again while he peeled off the jacket he’d given her that dwarfed her beautiful body underneath it. He threw that on the floor and kissed her again while his hands worked on the button and zipper of her jeans. Paige realized his fingers were too big and hindering more than helping the situation. She brought her own hands down to her waist and he moved his and let her undo the jeans. Then she used her hands to push her butt up and Garrett moved his mouth down to her neck while he worked the pants off her hips. When he got them to her knees, he pushed up her shirt and pressed his lips into her stomach while he pushed them down to her ankles. Then her head exploded as he pressed his mouth to the crotch of her already wet panties and pressed the satin crotch up into her with his tongue as he pulled off her shoes and took the jeans the rest of the way off. He left his mouth where it was and brought his hands up around her back. He unhooked her bra and her breasts spilled out into his hair. She was leaning forward with her hands pressed into his back while he almost brought her to orgasm through the fabric of her panties.

It was only when she started clawing at his shirt that he stood up in front of her. He ripped his t-shirt off his head and she drank in each hard line of his chest while he peeled off his jeans and boots. Once he was naked he put his hands on her waist and picked her up again, wrapping her legs around him. She thought he would carry her back to the bedroom but instead he turned and sat her on top of the smooth maple breakfast nook table. It was cold on her butt, but her body was so hot that it felt good. He came down for another kiss and she said:

“Question?”

“Uh, yeah, quick one.” She laughed, and he grinned.

“This place have a bed?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay…so, the kitchen just appealed to you?”

“I was hungry.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

“You?”

“Me what?”

“Are you hungry?” She ran her eyes over his sexy body, pausing on his thick erection.

“Starving,” she said. He smiled again and went back in for the kiss. She reached up and locked her hands behind his neck and pulled herself up into it. He let his hands slide under her, between the cheeks of her ass and the cold table. He held her cupped in his big hands while they shared another hot, passionate kiss. She loved the feel of his hands on her butt, but she’d never felt anything like what he did next. Thank God for big hands and fingers. He kept the same hand he had on her while his thumbs began to stroke along the lips of her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and he did it again, with more pressure this time. She whimpered and squirmed and he did it again, this time letting his thumbs dip in between the lips and skim her engorged clit. She almost shot off the table from the sensation that sent through her. “Jesus Christ,” she said against his mouth.

“Good?”

“So fucking good.” She felt him smile into her and then he whispered:

“I’m just getting started.” She felt herself being spun around so that she faced away from him. Her head and back were pressed into his chest and suddenly his hands were between her legs again. He used one hand to push her leg to the side and she moved the other one open herself. Then, using one hand to part her lips, he used the other one to begin fingering her clit. He pressed into it, he pulled on it, he flicked it, he pinched it. Paige was practically screaming out in ecstasy and by the time he slid one of his thick fingers up inside of her, she came…hard and fast. Every animal in the forest was probably on the run thanks to the wild scream she let out.

Garrett held onto her tightly until her body stopped shaking and then, like a lazy Susan, he spun her back around. She reached for his face and pulled herself up to kiss him again. She licked and sucked at his lips; she couldn’t get enough. He was trying to lay her back, but she didn’t want to stop kissing him. His cock must have been aching because while she kissed him, he reached down between them and took his throbbing erection into his hand. He began stroking it into her, striking her clit with the tip of it each time. Paige dropped back onto the table, letting her hair fan out over the edge and digging her heels into the other edge so that she could arch up her back. She opened her eyes and watched his face as he worked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. He was looking down at her, watching her body jerk each time he touched her clit. He kept running his tongue across his lips like he was about to devour her. It was all so fucking sexy. She’d never experienced anything like it and she found herself wanting it to last forever.

She wriggled her hips down so that his next stroke ended against her opening instead of her clit. Garrett let the thick tip of his cock enter her slightly and then he pulled back. She whined, and he grinned and did it again. The third time he tried to tease her, she reached up and put her hands on his hips. She gripped his hard ass, almost digging her nails into his flesh, and pushed him forward so that half of his cock entered her that time before he pulled back. She growled up at him and he laughed. “Fucking tease,” she muttered.

He laughed again. “You want more?”

“You’d have to be a complete idiot not to see that,” she said, in a breathless voice. She was trying not to smile at him, but he was grinning down at her, so it was hard.

“You hungry baby?”

“So hungry.”

“You want this hard cock?”

“Yes,” she growled again. “You want me to beg?”

He chuckled. “That game might be fun…next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, and the time after that. I want you to say there will be a next time and a time after that. I want you to promise me you’re not going to hurt yourself.”

“Garrett…” He pulled back so that his cock wasn’t even touching her any longer. “Damn it!”

“Promise me.”

“I’m not going to do anything, okay?”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“You’ll be here next week and next month and the year after that?”

“Yes! Fuck!”

He smiled again. “Okay baby, here you go.” He slid himself into her then, slowly filling her up. It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever had, and her body and mind were so over-stimulated that she almost couldn’t handle all the feelings at once. Garrett was finished talking. She looked at his face, and it was so intense it might be scary if she didn’t know better. The intensity was all about the moment, and she was about to experience the ride of her life. Garrett moved his hips in small circles until her pussy was opened all the way up to him and then he grabbed hold of her waist and began to drill into her like a wild man. The table she was lying on was coming up off the floor and then slamming back down with each one of his thrusts. Paige was clawing at his chest and back and shoulders. They were both panting and gasping, and noises were coming out of her that she’d never heard before and mating with the feelings she’d never had before. She felt alive…at last.

The orgasm that crashed into her the second time felt like it was going to tear her body wide open. She could feel Garrett amping up for his at the same time, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs he was now holding onto when his body tensed, his cock swelled, and he made a primal sound. She’d just come, but that sound caused another wave to pass through her and when Garrett didn’t stop moving there was another and then another. She had no idea that she could have multiple orgasms like that, but fuck, it was amazing.

Garrett held her to his chest and rocked her like a baby until they’d both calmed down. That was when he lifted her up again and carried her through the living room and toward the bedroom. When they got there, and he pushed open the door, Paige saw the reason why they’d made love in the kitchen and busted up laughing. Garrett slowly lowered her down onto her shaky legs and said:

“Laugh it up.”

“Sorry. It looks like a crib next to you.” There was one bed in the room, a twin-sized one. If Garrett lay down alongside it he’d be two feet longer than it, and he probably outweighed it. “Where do you sleep when you come here?”

“I don’t come here often,” he said. “But I have a pack in the closet with my sleeping bag in it.”

“Hmm, a sleeping bag, huh?”

“Yeah.” He went over toward the closet. “You can have the bed, I’ll take the bag.”

She walked up behind him and slipped her hands around him. She pressed her breasts into his back and heard him suck in a breath as he leaned back slightly, not putting his weight on her but closing any space between them. “How big is that bag?” she asked.

“Big,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Big enough for two?”

He slid his body around so that they were facing each other and looked down at her. “One and a half.”

She laughed. “Who’s the one?”

“You,” he said, kissing her sweetly on the forehead, “of course.” He got the pack out and pulled out the biggest sleeping bag she’d ever seen. They took it out to the living room and he spread it out across the thick, braided rug in front of the fire. He unzipped it and let Paige crawl in first and then he crawled in next to her. He wrapped her in his arms and once again she felt like she was in that cocoon…the one that was breathing new life into her while it kept her safe. She nuzzled him with her face as she got comfortable and then she closed her eyes and slipped off into a world where her dreams were normal and even pleasurable again. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when she felt Garrett stirring. She heard the sound of the zipper being slowly pulled down on the sleeping bag and she felt the draft of the cold air when he moved away from her. That was when she reached out her hand and put it on his chest.

“Where are you going?”

“Hey. I didn’t mean to wake you. I have to get to work.”

“Work? Ewell?” She opened her eyes. Even saying the pig’s name left a bad taste in her mouth.

Garrett nodded. “He gets to work at six. I’m going to watch him at the casino today and then follow his movements afterwards tonight.”

“Oh…when will I see you again?”

He smiled softly and bent down to kiss her lips. “As soon as I can, I’ll be back, I promise. Until then, you’ll be in good hands. One of my brothers will be here any minute…” The knock on the cabin door startled them both. “Damn, he’s early.”

Paige felt a surge of panic. “I should go get dressed.” A strange look crossed Garrett’s face and he said:

“Yeah, your clothes are in the kitchen. Toss my pants out, please. I’ll make him wait outside until you’re ready.” Paige wiggled past him and he took the opportunity to smack her on the butt as she did. She could feel his eyes on her as she ran naked into the kitchen. She heard him get up and walk on heavy footsteps across the floor, calling out to whoever was at the door to “hold on.” She tossed his jeans and t-shirt out to him and started pulling her bra on when she heard him pull open the cabin door. “You’re early.”

“Sorry, Bear. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to get here. I didn’t want to be late.”

“It’s fine. Just wait on the porch for a second.”

She heard the other man laugh. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. “Sure thing, Bear.”

Paige finished dressing and ran her fingers through her hair before stepping back into the living room, holding Garrett’s shoes and her own. She handed him his boots and sat down on the couch. “Is there a shower here?”

“Yes. Do you want me to bring you some clothes when I come back up?” She smiled.

“Yes please, but not size 5X.”

He chuckled. “They’re 3X thank you, very much. But fine, I’ll have Claudia or one of the girls pick some up for you. Are you ready for me to let him in? It’s a little cold out there.”

“Yep.”

Garrett went back over toward the door and Paige got up and used the fireplace poker to rearrange the wood left from the night before in the fireplace. She started stuffing it with paper and kindling and picked up a log to put inside when it suddenly dawned on her where she knew the sound of the other man’s voice from. Surely after everything she’d been through, God couldn’t be that cruel…? She slowly turned toward Garrett, and standing next to him with that cocky grin he loved to wear on his face was… Tyler “Trigger” Jamison. She dropped the log, he laughed, and Garrett looked confused.