Just during our short walk back to my cabin, I caught a glimpse of Michelle’s vibrant and welcoming personality and it made me want to be near her even more. It was a feeling much like drinking in the warmth of the sun on a nice day, or that same rush of adrenaline I get when I’m hunting for my meals. My cock surely wanted to hunt for her G-spot.
After walking into my cabin and putting her on the couch, I couldn’t resist letting her know exactly how I felt about her. From the way her cheeks reddened and a smile spread across her face, I knew it wasn’t an unwelcome initiative.
I wished I could take her right then and there. But I had guests to attend to. And I wasn’t quite sure where everyone was going to sit. I had never planned on hosting or entertaining people, so I didn’t have the slightest idea of how this was going to go.
“Come on in. Make yourself comfortable,” I said, not really sure myself what that meant. Hospitality was not my strong suit.
Everyone stood in the foyer or living room, awkwardly looking around the house. There was hunting equipment strewn everywhere.
The couches in the living room were covered with all the random things that I came across in the course of a day. I had brought down some newspapers to use to wrap the meat that I had planned on bringing back to the cabin. The meat never made it here because my hunting trip had been ruined by my current houseguests.
I began to worry that the cabin might smell of mildew from a pile of wet blankets that lay in the middle of the hallway, discarded from a previous hunt. I had used the blankets to lay a dear on it and drag it back to the house. So, the blankets likely reeked of blood and mud drug in from the woods.
Having house guests was the furthest thing from my mind at the time that I had brought in the animal. I was so used to being alone that I had left the blankets there for days, not really planning to clean them up at a specific time. I had a housekeeper who came every other week, and I had been planning to make sure I’d done it by the time she was due tomorrow.
Instinctively, I went over to pick up the dank smelling blankets and threw them out onto the back porch to deal with later. Now that I finally had houseguests, I realized that most people usually cared more about how their houses looked, and I felt slightly embarrassed, which wasn’t like me at all.
“Which way to the coffee and hot cocoa?” asked Michelle, cheerfully.
I turned around to see her walking around just fine. I guessed she had recovered from her fall.
Grateful for the distraction, I waved in the general direction of the kitchen and she bounded off in that direction. Everyone followed. The women chattered happily about how much they loved hot chocolate.
“This isn’t much of a guest-friendly spot,” I admitted to Harlow, who was still standing near the door.
“It’s fine,” he said. “Definitely a nice shelter from the cold and wind that was starting to make little clouds of snow drift up.”
There were voices of agreement and silent nods all around.
I still felt that I shouldn’t have invited people to my cabin when I didn’t have a home fit for people to be visiting. We could have just gone back to Darren’s house where we knew that he was ready and prepared to host. Maybe we could still go back, now.
But everyone seemed to be fine being here, as the rest of the group made their way to the kitchen and began looking for goodies to eat to warm up with. I decided not to bring it up.
I watched in silent awe as Michelle made her way around the kitchen. I rarely ever drank warm beverages. I had just blurted out an invitation that I thought would be welcome on a cold day like today.
To be completely honest, I was almost surprised when Michelle found some coffee and figured out how to work the coffee maker. She found some hot cocoa, and I don’t think that she found any marshmallows that the kids had been clamoring for, but everyone seemed pleased regardless.
They raided my pantry, with my blessing of course, and found chips, crackers, and some assorted chocolate that I wasn’t too sure was even edible at this point. But they laughed and talked easily, just happy to be in each other’s company and out of the cold.
Michelle took the lead in serving everyone and making sure that they were comfortable. She even made it a point to ask me a few times in the sweetest, softest voice if I was okay or if I was going to need anything. I graciously told her no, but felt honored that she even asked. She was a guest in my house, not the other way around, but she was being so hospitable.
“Do you have any clean blankets for the kids?” asked Michelle, once she made sure that everyone had a piping hot cup of coffee or hot chocolate in their hands and were sitting comfortably at the kitchen table and breakfast nook.
I could see why Harlow and Whitney were happy to have hired her as a nanny. She was great at taking care of people.
“Yes, I do,” I said, walking toward my linen closet.
“I’ll help you,” said Michelle, following me down the hall.
My heart started to beat fast as we walked down the hallway away from the sounds of cups clanking and voices laughing. My cock was getting hard just being near her.
“I’m so glad that you invited us over,” said Michelle, tapping me lightly on the shoulder. Her hand seemed to send a surge of electricity through my body.
“No problem,” I said, rather dumbly. I felt like such a fool around her, but I also felt fucking horny.
My mind kept going over all that I wanted to do to her. I wished that there was a way that I could get her alone in a room and get her naked. As beautiful as she was to look at with her clothes on, I bet that she looked even better with her clothes off.
I was almost tempted to tell her as much, too. But I resisted the urge and handed her a few blankets. I didn’t want to creep her out. She seemed receptive to my advances and had even initiated some of her own, so I didn’t want to push my fucking luck by moving too fast, especially since we couldn’t do anything with everyone else around, anyway.
As we walked back into the kitchen, my eyes were fixed on her ample, round bottom. It looked so soft and inviting. I wanted to reach out and grab it to see if it felt as soft as it looked, but I knew that such an action would be very out of place and strange. So, I satisfied my curiosity by staring at her ass for as long as I could, until she turned away.
I didn’t even care if she caught me looking, either. There was just no way that I was going to resist the urge to take in her juicy, curvy and gorgeous form.
“You have anything that will make this coffee stronger?” asked Darren after Michelle and I returned to the main part of my cabin, while clapping a hand on my shoulder.
“Um, actually there is some whiskey in the cupboard there,” I said, pointing to a cabinet right next to the refrigerator.
Darren darted over, flung open the cabinet and grinned as he took out the half full bottle of aged whiskey that had been there for months. Darren splashed a few shots into his coffee mug and thanked me.
I couldn’t resist my old urges to wish that people in general would leave me and my things alone. But I didn’t want them to leave because the bad part was that it meant Michelle would have to go with them.
“I’ll take some of that,” I said, raising my own coffee mug toward Darren.
He put the equivalent of about three shots in my mug, ruining the coffee taste. He poured so much that it tasted like I was drinking coffee-flavored whiskey. I drank it anyway and settled in to listen to them talking.
I felt like an outsider, like I had nothing to add to the conversation, especially when they told stories about the younger kids and their childish mischief. All I could do was smile and laugh in places where it seemed appropriate.
“Hey, Elijah. You okay over there?” asked Jensen.
I was starting to feel the effects of the whiskey and was shifting uncomfortably in my chair.
“Yeah, I know right? Our house guest seems like he needs a nap,” joked Harlow. “I hope we’re not putting you out, Elijah. It’s really nice to see you again after such a long time.”
“It’s no problem. I guess this is quite a bit more excitement than I’m used to, but it’s always nice when I can share my space with some amazing people,” I said.
The whiskey was making me loose-lipped. I made sure that I was staring squarely at Michelle when I made my comment. She caught it and smiled. Her smile was all the joy that I needed in that moment. She seemed to be just as interested in me as I was in her.
I couldn't help but be in awe of how easily she seemed to make herself at home in my cabin. She didn’t seem to shy away like most people who visited the homes of people that they didn’t know. She came in and had no problem going through my things.
She took over as a host, something that I was grateful for, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to her readiness to volunteer to make sure that everyone was comfortable. Did she want to stay as long as possible, like I wanted her to? I couldn’t tell for sure, but I really hoped that was the reason.
We talked for a while, the guys sharing stories about their time together in the SEALs and afterward. It was like they were telling a happy story, not one marked with sorrow and horror like I knew that it had been. Their stories had everyone on the edge of their seats and bowled over with laughter, like they were putting on a comedy show.
At one point, Michelle was in the kitchen, cleaning up even though I had told her not to worry about it, and everyone else was still hanging out in the living room, reminiscing about the good old days. It looked like they were having a good time. But they would have to leave soon to head back home before dark.
Looking at Michelle’s plump ass moving around my kitchen made me realize that it was now or never. I might not ever even see her again. I decided not to let the opportunity to make the most of it pass. I knew it was forward, but when I wanted something, I fucking took it. And I wanted her.
I got up and stretched my legs, saying that I was going to help Michelle clean up and maybe give her a tour of the house.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen waved at me, barely pausing his story about some things that happened during training. “Go hit on her. You haven’t been able to keep your eyes off her all day.”
I scoffed and then entered the kitchen. I guessed it had become obvious that I was interested in her, but I didn’t even care. Michelle’s eyes lit up, letting me know she was happy to see me.
“Do something for me,” I told her, walking up close to her, without hesitating. I didn’t want to lose my nerve.
“Oh?” she asked. “What’s that?”
“Come to my bedroom with me.”
It was more of a command than a request. I knew it was unorthodox, but I didn’t care. She would know exactly what I was asking of her, and she could decide whether she wanted to be with me that way or not. Her expressions and tone of voice had certainly given me the impression that she did want to be.
“Well…” she said, wringing her hands nervously and looking towards the living room.
They had turned on the large TV I had hung on the wall, and seemed to be paying us no attention. I wasn’t sure if that was by design or circumstance, but I was grateful nonetheless. Turning back towards Michelle, I couldn’t help but smile and feel excited that she was considering it.
“You are incredibly sexy to me and I just want to make love to you,” I told her, deciding that now wasn’t the time to mince words.
I knew I was coming on strong. But I hadn’t felt this way about a woman in a long time and I wasn’t about to let her walk out my door forever, without telling her exactly how I felt about her and trying to do exactly what I wanted to do with her. Not after I had invited everyone to my house just so that I could be near her.
“Okay,” she said, a dimple appearing as she smiled. “Why not? Except, we have to be quick. I have to get going, back with the others, and watch after the kids and all.”
“Of course,” I told her.
Blood was making my heart pump faster, and my dick grow harder. I couldn’t believe I was about to take her. But I could believe it was going to be very, fucking good.