Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JACOB

I check the cameras, relieved they're still working in the blizzard. The connection is satellite military hardware. I couldn't take any chances about this. At the very edge of the forest, it's all ready just in case, but this blizzard was a sudden forecast. The weather conditions aren't ideal for fighting, but it won't come to that, not yet, not until the storm stops. Not even hired guns are stupid enough to try it now.

Rusty sighs from his place at the fire. Emma is painting him again, this time with the orange light of the flames lighting up his fur. Despite Mike being missing, somehow, this feels homely. There's a glow in me I never expected to feel. If somebody made me describe heaven, it wouldn't be far off this.

I should've given Mike a satellite phone. The fear made me too hectic and compulsive to handle it calmly. Losing Emma would be like losing a piece of my heart I didn't know existed until that night. Jesus Christ . Heart? I owned her, spanked her, and left her on the floor. There's nothing romantic about me. I'm a killer. I'm a savage. That's all.

Emma's hand trembles slightly as she paints. Her posture is tight, all the pain at Mike being gone, pulling at her muscles. It's difficult not to walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her, and whisper it'll all be okay, but I know where that'll lead. It won't end with just a hug.

"Are you hungry?" I ask from the kitchen.

She doesn't turn. She's got her hair tied up in a wavy ponytail like she's begging me to grab it, use it to guide her perfect lips to my… What's wrong with me?

"No," she replies.

I walk over, sitting beside her, the same place I was sitting when she first painted Rusty. None of that peaceful feeling can return now. That was before we knew Mike was gone. That was before my woman started torturing her mind with all the worst-case scenarios.

The firelight flickers in her cheeks. She lays her paintbrush down and wipes the hair from her face.

"He's going to be fine," I tell her.

"I know," she whispers. "It's just… Can we talk for real now? It's not like he'll hear us."

"It's the guilt," I say. "Don't worry. I feel it, too."

A sudden gust of wind batters the cabin. Emma shivers. I clench my hands into fists, trying so hard to stop myself from touching her. She's got so much pain in her, pain I could help with, but we'd only cause more.

"I think I might go to bed soon," she says, "and maybe lock my door."

"Because I'm a savage who's going to take the first chance I can get, is that it?"

"You've had chances," she whispers, almost like she's trying to tempt me. I know that's just my hunger talking. "We shouldn't be around each other. We agreed. It never happened."

"Go to sleep, then," I tell her, but I can't stop myself. I've been solid on and off every second I'm around her. I try to use some mental strength to pull my thoughts somewhere else, but it isn't easy when she's right there, her perfect, curvy body ready for me. "Put on your sexiest dress. Get under the covers. Close your eyes. Go on, Emma."

Oh, fuck . She shivers again, but it's filled with heat this time. Even with her hoodie and sweatpants, her curvy body calls to me. My balls swell, and my shaft aches so hard, come trying to explode already.

"You shouldn't say stuff like that."

I know, but it's even difficult not to rub my hand up and down my crotch to massage the thickness of my dick. Everything is swelling in me, the hunger burning. "I know. I tried to get myself killed after what we did, but now we're alone, trapped. I know I won't be able to stop. I know…"

I pace over to her and drag her into my arms. She moans in a cute, surprised way when I bring my lips to hers. She tastes so damn good. Her reaction makes me even harder, the way she sucks in her breath, moaning as she pulls herself against me. I slide my hands down her body, feeling drunk, completely lost in the moment.

Moving my hand underneath the fabric, I squeeze her hips, pull her tighter against me, and let her feel my throbbing shaft against her, allowing her to feel all the lust.

"I actually kind of brought that dress," she murmurs. "The one from that night."

"Are you joking?" I growl, my tip leaking hot precome.

Her eyes snap open widely, somehow dangerously. It's like she's shocked by how badly I want her. I don't know how she could be. She must sense it every single second we're together. She must feel it in her curvy body, in her heart.

"No. It's bad, though, isn't it? I don't even know why I brought it."

"Because you remember how wild I went when I saw you in it," I snarl. "You were so sexy, especially with that push-up bra. The only downside is other people saw you like that." I bring my hand down on her ass, feeling it shake for me, just like my fantasy earlier.

I spank her again. Right as my hand makes contact with the creaminess of her ass, the wind batters the cabin. She moans and falls against me, clutching onto me hard. I spank her again.

"I'm addicted to spanking your thick ass," I groan. "Have you ever been spanked before?" Like the savage I am, I haven't even asked her if she's comfortable with it. I want to indulge in her curvy body. Her thick ass. Fuck . I'm leaking so much.

"No, only by you," she whispers. "Actually, uh… I think you should know."

She turns away, making me realize Rusty is here, watching everything. I put my hands at my sides forcibly.

"I've never actually been with a man. It's no big deal, but just so you know."

No big deal… My dick is pulsing with even more urgency. She's never been with anybody. Meaning I'll be the only one to claim her.

"That's probably why, last time…"

I move up behind her and lean down so I can drive my crotch against her ass. She shifts against me. "That's why," I go on for her, "your tight hole wasn't able to take my dick. That's why you got so nervous. All dressed up for me, but your tight, soppy, needy hole wouldn't take me."

I grab her hips and start rocking against her. "This time, you'll take every fucking inch. Everything I give you." The wind batters us again. "Hear that? That means we're alone, Emma. Completely alone. Nothing else exists. Just us." I'm almost panting, frantic, desperately trying to convince her, to convince myself. "Just us. "

She looks at me over her shoulder. I can tell she knows it's wrong. It's the worst thing we could do, but there's no way I'll be able to stop this. There's too much of a pull deep inside. I drive against her even more firmly. She moans again.

"Did you really bring the dress, baby?"

In my mind, Mike stares, judging, but then I push him away like a bad friend.

She nods. "Should I…"

"Go into your bedroom. Put it on. For me. Now."

She walks away from me, swaying her hips from side to side. I'm not sure if she's doing it on purpose or if it's just her lust bubbling up in her, making her swivel like that. There's so much about her that makes me ache all the way through.

Rusty looks at me from the fire, his eyes flickering as though in judgment. Mike is in Little Hope, doing only he knows what, and I'm supposed to be caring for his daughter. Instead, I'm indulging in all my darkest, hungriest sides. Every shade of need grips me.

Slowly, I walk down the hallway, my dick pulsing. Outside her bedroom door, I stop, wait, and remind myself how this is wrong: Mike is missing, the age gap, knowing her since she was a kid, the betrayal. Yet when I push the door open, it all fades away.

She's wearing the same dress, her hair down, her tits pushed up. The lamplight highlights the contours of her tits, making me so savage I start rubbing my dick. She gasps, her eyes snapping at the movement.

"On the bed," I growl. "Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet your underwear can get."

I shut the door, then turn back to her, the wind whining against the cabin, making us shake. I don't need to worry about the cameras now. There's no way anybody is getting to us here. We might as well be at the end of the world.

She does what I say, lying back and opening her legs, showing me her underwear. Looking at me with those wide, sexy, virgin eyes, she starts to rub the outside of her underwear slowly. I kneel before the bed, staring as a petal of wetness blossoms over the fabric.

"You've been waiting for this," I growl, "just as badly as I have."

"Uh… yeah."

I smirk, kissing the inside of her leg, tasting her sweat, tasting her . She shivers as I kiss closer, then start kissing the outside of her underwear. I can't do that for long, though. She smells too damn tangy, too inviting. It's like a perfume that has my dick trying to break out of my pants.

I grab her underwear and pull them down, then lean forward and lick her pussy like the addict I am, the addict she's made me. I gorge on her taste, slipping my hands between her and the mattress and caressing her ass at the same time. She shifts her hips against me like she's chasing the pleasure, her taste erupting throughout me. It's impossible to overstate how perfect she tastes. It's a primal, deep-down thing. It's unquestionable. I'm tasting a woman I own— my Emma.

She makes the hottest whimpering noise when I push my thumb against her pleasure button and start rubbing. At the same time, I tongue the fuck out of her inexperienced hole. She starts shaking. I want to look up to watch her come, but I can't stop. I won't let up until she's stopped trembling for me. I rub her clit hard, fast, side to side, tongue-fucking her hole, moving quicker, with more savage urgency.

She's mine . I want to roar it. It all seems so obvious and simple when I've got her like this. With my thumb owning her clit and my tongue owning her hole, her moans flood the room, and it seems simple. She's mine. I'm hers. Nothing else matters.

She comes for me, squirting her horny juices. I slip my finger into her and swirl it in circles, finally looking up to see her with her back arched, the pleasure pumping out of her. She pulses in time with the movement of my finger, then finally comes to a shuddering stop. I slip my finger out, wiping the juices on her leg, loving how her thickness glistens.

"You're so hot when you come."

"Really?" she pants.

"Really," I say passionately. "It's like all the pleasure a person can possibly feel bubbles up in you. It's perfect. You're perfect."

"I don't know about that…"

" I do," I snarl. "Bend over. I want to see if I made your ass red when I spanked you. Fuck, I love when you're obedient."

From her position on all fours, her big, creamy ass sticking out, she says, "Maybe I enjoy obeying you. It's not like I know what to do, is it?"

"Don't worry," I groan, walking up behind her and smoothing my hand over her ass, slightly reddened from where I spanked her. "I'll show my inexperienced virgin what to do. There's only one thing you need to do, Emma. Just be you and moan when I spank your big, juicy, jiggly ass."

I bring my hand down on the right globe of her ass, causing a ripple that sends waves of hunger into me.

"Jiggly?" she says. "Really, Jacob?"

"What's wrong with jiggly?" I smirk.

"It sort of sounds like a bad thing," she says.

"The way your thick body jiggles for me is one of the reasons I'm rock-fucking-hard right now." I grab my pants and pull them down, letting my dick spring free. Any doubts are gone now. Somehow, it's possible to let go of the fact I was ready to die for this.

She turns over, staring at my rod. "You're so hard."

"This is what you do to me," I groan.

"Let me see those tits. Make them jiggle for me."

She pulls the front of her dress down, almost turning me into a madman as they spill free. "Do you want me to… bounce up and down?"

"Yeah," I groan. "Make that thick body shake."

She bites her lip. "Do you really like how, you know, big I am?"

"You can fucking taste how hot I find you."

Stepping forward, I guide my tip to her mouth. She opens her lips and lets me stroke myself across her tongue, bringing me back to that night when I pushed deep into her mouth and fucked it like it was her pussy. I step away quickly.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"You turn me into a savage, but you're a virgin. I can't fuck your inexperienced throat. You deserve better." I kneel again, bringing my hand to her core, palming her creamy wetness. At the same time, I lean over and bring my mouth to her tight nipple.

"You deserved better the night of your graduation," I tell her, in between taking greedy sucks of her perky nipple. "You turn me into a goddamn devil. I just wanted to hammer your tight hole and leave you dripping with my come. You deserve to take my dick slowly and passionately, my perfect curvy woman."

" Your woman?" she gasps, her fingernails scraping over the back of my head.

"You heard me," I growl.

I slip my finger into her, then push another one. She freezes up.

"That's a lot," she murmurs.

"My dick's a lot bigger than that," I tell her. "Just relax. Take a breath. Your body will open for me."

"Are you sure?" she whispers as I gently glide my fingers in.

She looks at me with those wide eyes that make me almost come, make me almost explode like a complete animal.

"I can already feel you opening up for me," I tell her, the wind howling outside. "Your young pussy is getting ready. Don't overthink it. Just feel the pleasure. Let your hole stretch for me. That's it."

She sits back as I glide two fingers deep inside of her. She still grips me tightly, but there's a bit more room. The base of my dick pulses as I think about this tight virgin slit gripping me. I feel drunk. My head is hazy, completely unable to think about anything other than this, other than us .

"Play with those big tits. Pinch your juicy nipples."

"Like this?" She pinches the tips of her nipples, pulling a little, making my balls swell.

"Oh, fuck. That's it. Push them together, too. You're so voluptuous. It drives me nuts, Emma. You need to take another finger."

She pauses from rubbing her tits for a moment, then carries on. "Are you sure?"

"If you can take three, you can take my dick. I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not going to hurt me," she says, her voice breathy, her tits red from her massaging hands.

"I hurt you last time. Ouch . I heard it. That's why I fucked your pretty mouth instead of your hole."

"Do it," she says daringly, sitting up. "Give me another one. Get me ready."

She doesn't know how wild this makes me. I slip my forefinger into her, watching her face carefully. Initially, her expression is tight, but then her walls shift around me. A relaxed look melts over her features. She nods, looking at me.

"You can take me," I groan, "but…"

"We should stop." She nods. "I know. I know. I know ."

She moans as I slip deeper into her, teasing the warm bundle deep inside. She's making the most tempting noises, hitches in her breath like she's on the verge of exploding, moans that come right from her core, pleasure bursting through her.

I slip my fingers out, then kneel and grab her thighs, bringing her right to the very edge of the bed. I grip my base and guide my tip to her core, rubbing it on her clit and then down to her warm entrance. She tenses up when I push against her.

Leaning over her, I gently kiss her on the cheek, then on the lips. She moans as I rub my hand over her pussy, massaging her clit.

"Just relax," I whisper. "You want this. Your body wants this."

However, our souls might regret it once we've gone through with it. Our guilt might eat us alive. Our doubt and our guilt might torture us as though we're in hell, but only when the blizzard stops. Only when we return to reality. Now, we're alone. We're trapped in our desire—trapped in the wrongness of it all and how perfect it feels.

She breathes slowly, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically. "I want it," she moans. "I just… What if I can't?"

"You can ," I tell her, rubbing my burning dick against her core, kissing her wetness. "Trust me."

As gently as I can when she's driving me to the very edge, I glide my dick upward, slowly, gently, feeling her spread open for me. I swear, I almost explode right here, the pleasure bursting inside me with more temptation than I can believe. She stares up at me as I glide deeper.

"I told you," I groan. "Your body wants this."

She bites her lip. "You're the only man I've ever wanted."

Outside, something makes a screek noise, maybe a tree snapping. It's like the end of the world is rushing against us, yet all we have to focus on is each other. Let the world burn. Let it wash away as long as I have my Emma, and she has me.

I lean over, kissing her tits and then up her neck, all the while gliding deeper and deeper into her. She squeezes on so damn seductively, coaxing me into her body as I take her virginity. An insane thought slams into me. I'm the only man she'll ever be with .

I'm skipping too far into the future, letting my thoughts twist into craziness, but it's true. I am—just me. Nobody else will ever touch her. What am I thinking?

She's taking more and more of me.

"Oh, fuck ," she moans.

I lean back, letting myself stare down between our bodies. My dick is sliding right into her wet fuck hole. I push into the hilt, owning her. Then I kiss her again, whispering. "How does your first time feel?"

"You're so big," she moans.

"You're so tight. It's hard not to explode in you right now."

"Really?" she whispers.

"Yes," I growl. "It's like your pussy's caressing my come out of me."

Her eyes widen. "I just realized…"

I slide out of her. "Shit…"

She sits up in bed, folding her legs and wrapping her arms around them. Maybe she's doing this to cover parts of herself as if she's trying to maintain her modesty with me, but all it does is highlight her slit.

"Have you got one?" she asks, meaning a condom.

"No," I snap. "I didn't think…"

"Liar," she says, standing up, causing her body to sway so damn alluringly. I don't give a damn if she doesn't like my terminology. I'm leaking for every shimmer of her creamy body. "You thought of it. I thought of it."

"Okay, Miss Mature," I snap. "Did you bring one?"

She shakes her head. "Fair point."

"Bend over, Emma."

She slowly opens her legs, that daring, adventurous look in her eyes. "But what about…"

"I can't stop now. Neither can you. I need to feel your slit again."

"I don't know if I can bend over. It felt so tight last time."

"However you want," I growl. "That's how I need you—however makes you ready for my dick."

She lies on her back again, opening her legs, showing me that glistening pussy. "We shouldn't," she says. "Should we?"

"No," I tell her. "None of this should be happening."

I climb onto the bed and bring my dick to her hole, holding her gaze as I push in deeply. She makes a moaning noise that has me thrusting hard. The mattress whines beneath us as I pound into her. She gasps and clings to me with her fingernails, squeezing tightly, scratching like she's eagerly pulling me toward her. I lean down, feeling her tits press against my chest, hammering her slickness, taking her hard.

Her moans take on a fascinated tone. It's like she can't believe we're doing this, can't believe I'm claiming her. Damn, she's tight. I can't believe how good she feels.

"Oh, yuh-yes," she pants like she's going to run out of air. "Oh, yeah. Yeah."

"Yeah?" I roar as the wind batters against the walls, shaking the cabin.

"Fuck, fuck," she screams like she never could if Mike was here. Only the blizzard can hear us. Nobody can ever know about this. I'm shocked it doesn't melt the snow outside, the heat. She's so, so tight. So hot. So mine.

"Come for me," I demand. "Then I'm bending you over. Your pussy will take it. Cream." I pound into her so hard the whole bed shakes. She moans and arches her back, the veins bulging on her neck, the pleasure bursting out of her perfect body. "For." I slide out, teasing her hole, feeling her flutter against my end. "Me."

I drive in, then she wraps her arms around me and grabs my back over my shirt. She holds me tight as she comes, her walls pulsing around my dick, sending waves of her release down over me. I pound into her even harder, over and over, taking her warm pussy.

When she finally stops coming, she blinks up at me, her eyes glistening. "Oh my God," she whispers. "That was so much better than I dreamed it."

"We didn't have fun in your dreams?" I tease, sliding out of her and then palming her sweet slit again, keeping her warm as she smiles up at me. She looks hazy and almost drunk, like she's high on the orgasm. As high as I am on her.

"We did, but that was… more," she whispers.

"With us, everything is more," I say, rubbing her inflamed lips. "More passion. More heat. More fucking wrongness."

She shakes her head with a sexy-as-fuck pout. "Don't say that."

I'm shaking as I take a big handful of her thigh. She's so hot that she makes my lips ache. My mouth hurts because I want to bite her so badly. I want to sink my teeth into her leg, bite her, own her.

"That's why your big, thick ass needs a spanking," I growl. "Bend. Over."

"You're sort of scary when you get serious like this," she whispers.

"Oh, you don't like it?" I glide my hand up to her core, easily slipping my finger in now, her body knowing it belongs to me. "You don't like when I tell you who's in charge? You're so wet and ready. I can feel it. Show me your ass."

I slide out, then grab her hips and flip her over. She gasps and stares at me over her shoulder with the dress hiked up. Fuck , just like that night, but nothing could stop me now. I bring my hand down like a savage on her meaty ass.

She jiggles for me, her creamy skin turning red. Her inner thighs are drenched with her wetness. Every inch of her is soaked. I step forward and bring my dick to her entrance, just like that night.

"Close your eyes, Emma," I tell her.

"Hmm," she moans.

I stroke my end up and down her entrance, then move it around, teasing her, tempting her. "Imagine it's that night. You've gone all out, putting that sexy dress on and highlighting your perfect body. Now we're back in that room. We know we shouldn't do it." I spank her lightly, then grab a greedy handful of her ass. "But we have to, and now you're taking me. Your plan worked."

"Oh… fuck ."

I move forward, gliding my dick into her and pushing until her ass is flat against my abs. She gasps and turns at me with shock on her face, her mouth falling open.

"No way," she whispers.

I laugh, though it comes out sounding strangled. Her walls are gripping me so tight now, so desperate for me to unload in her. I should come on her ass, her back, but I can't bring myself to pull out of her. I hold myself deep, fighting the urge to jizz.

"Don't sound so surprised."

"I didn't think… Oh, does that feel good?" She slides forward slowly, then inches back on my dick. "Jacob?"

"Y- yes ," I growl, forcing the word out.

Her eyebrows raise. She looks victorious like she's saying, I'm in charge now. If I'm reading her right, and I know I am, she's completely right. She slides up and down my dick, caressing my length until I can't hold back anymore. Grabbing her hips, I hammer her. I own her. The whole bed shakes. The entire cabin does. There's another screeeee noise from outside, and then I collapse atop her, coming. She lies flat, moaning loudly as I fuck her right into the bed, slamming into her hard, completely losing control.

Oh, hell. She's coming again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moans.

I'm still erupting. My body has been waiting months for this, and I'm letting it all go. "Beg… me… harder."

"Fuck me harder," my woman gasps, knowing what I want.

With my dick still rock-hard and come gushing out of me, I slam into her inexperienced slit even harder. I can't believe how hard she can take it. I can't believe how hard I'm willing to give it to her. I should be gentle. It's her first time, but I'm hammering her, and the come is still shooting in fiery bursts from my stiff cock. There's a channel of it, seemingly never-ending as I drive in.

Finally, I hold myself inside of her, laying my body against her back, kissing her neck as my dick slowly becomes soft.

"That was crazy," she whispers, with my wilted cock rubbing up against her core.

"You're so damn perfect," I murmur in her ear, holding myself up.

"I never thought it'd feel that good. It was like… it's silly."

"Be silly, then," I say, grinning, feeling light-headed after what we've just done.

"The orgasms… They were like explosions."

"Mine was a goddamn atom bomb."

She laughs as I slide down next to her, lying on my side. She turns onto her side, propped on one elbow, seeming so comfortable being naked around me. She always should. There's nothing for her ever to worry about when we're together. No shame. No danger. No guilt . Yeah… right.

She must sense where my thoughts are going. She narrows her eyes and sighs. "We shouldn't have?—"

"I don't care," I snap.

"About Dad?"

"About anything that's outside this room," I tell her, though, deep down, men are roaring, grenades are popping, and heavy artillery is shaking the sky like a giant hammer. But that's all so far away. Cruelly, I can distance it. I want to. "Just you. My woman."

" Your woman?" she says.

"You heard me."

"How could I ever be yours, though?"

"I don't know how, but don't you feel it?"