Chapter 7

Backdraft

I make a quick exit from the bedroom with my cock rock-hard against the zipper of my jeans. Given the circumstances, touching her is off limits but I couldn't help myself. It started as a way to access her injuries, but as my fingers grazed over her skin, something came over me. I was possessed by her intoxicating scent and the pure sweetness radiating off her. Everything about her from her long blonde hair, those rich amber eyes, all the way down to those damn pink toenails has me tied in knots.

When my hand grazed the hem of her panties, I could feel her arousal. She was wet and aching for my touch. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to stop myself from exploring further. When she touched me back, reminding me of the burns and scars covering my body, darkness clouded my judgment. I expected her to withdraw like women usually do but that wasn't fear I saw in her eyes. It was something else. Lust, need, hunger… Sure, club whores will drop to their knees in front of me and even fuck me. That's what they do, though. Doesn't mean I don't see the way they look at me, like I'm damaged. And they're right. I am. Inside and out. I have the mental and physical scars to prove it. A body like this is hard to love. Hell, I was hard to love before the burns. They serve as a reminder of how fucked up I am. I'm no good for her, even if she couldn't see it at that moment.

The look on her face when I pushed her away was like a knife to the heart, but it had to be done. It doesn't matter how bad I want her. My job was to locate her and return her to the people who hired us, not fuck her along the way. Damn, I need to get my head on straight. She needs my protection, not my corruption.

With heavy steps, I stalk out of the front door of the cabin and make my way towards the woodpile by the stairs. I can't help but think about the way her thighs clutched around my hips while we were on the stolen dirt bike. Which leads to picturing her riding bitch on my motorcycle, her tits pressed against my back and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My cock is hard again and I give it a tug in my pants to reposition myself. Damn, this woman is already getting to me. Being stuck here and keeping my wits about me is going to be rough.

Shaking off my thoughts, I gather logs into my arms, the dry rough bark digging into my skin and bringing me clarity as to what I am supposed to be doing. The sun has set by the time I step back inside and my discomfort is nowhere near eased. I toss the bundle into the wood-burning stove and rip scraps of magazine pages from the nearby table, arranging them beneath the logs. Flicking my lighter, I watch as the blue melds into orange. My fingertips slice through the flame and it dances on my skin until the heat singes my fingers. Then I lower it to the kindling. It doesn't take long for the flame to catch, rising and taking shape before my eyes.

The crackling of the flames and the popping of burning wood echo in my ears, drowning out everything else. I focus on the steady rhythm of my breath. The sound of air filling my lungs and leaving my body does nothing to ease the ache inside me. The sound of water running drags my focus away. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm pushing through the bedroom door. The small room is suffocating as I stare at her through the partially opened bathroom door. Her reflection in the mirror teases me, her naked body obscured by a dingy opaque shower curtain. I should look away, but I can't. I'm drawn to her like a flame. To the raw beauty of her body. My eyes trace down the curve of her spine, over the slope of her hips, and the swell of her ass. When she runs her hands through her wet hair and then across her breast trailing her fingers over her stomach and between her legs, I lose it.

Unable to stop myself, I pick her panties up from off the bed, bringing them to my nose and inhaling her scent. My eyes close as I lose control in the euphoria of her natural aroma. My pants tighten, my cock twitches. I unzip my jeans and free my aching cock, my hand grasping it tightly as I stroke. I imagine her body pressed against mine with each movement. I jerk and squeeze my cock as the heat builds inside me watching her getting herself off. My grip tightens as I pump relentlessly until I climax, releasing streams of cum into the delicate fabric twisting in my grip.

A low growl erupts from the depths of my throat. I stuff my cock back in my pants, storming from the room before she catches sight of the animal she's turning me into.