He shakes his head and points at the bedroom. “Go ahead. I can shower after we eat. That way the hot water has time to reheat.” He doesn't have to tell me twice.
I’m sitting at the table, trying to stay awake. Mason cooked grilled cheese sandwiches, and I’ve only taken a few bites, but my eyes keep closing. I’m about to fall asleep in this hard, wooden chair. I hate to leave him with the cleanup, but I’m exhausted. “You won’t hurt my feelings if you go to bed early.” He reads my mind.
Standing, I smile gratefully. “I’ll cook and clean tomorrow.”
As I reach for my plate, he stops me. “I got this. You get some rest. I’ll be extra quiet when I shower.”
At the bedroom door, I look over my shoulder and watch him clear the table. He turns away, and I stare at his muscular rear end until he disappears into the kitchen. Forcing myself to rush, I brush my teeth and slip between the sheets. Sometime later, I hear him moving around in the tiny bathroom, just feet from where I’m lying. The toilet flushes before the water turns on in the shower. The rattle of the shower curtain being pulled across the bar tells me he’s naked, stepping into the minuscule stall, and my imagination runs wild.
Under the sheets, my hand slides down my body. Pushing my nightshirt aside, I pull my undies down my legs and toss them off the side of the bed. As the soft cotton brushes against my sensitive nipples, I barely resist the urge to whimper out loud. Reaching down between my spread thighs, I slip my finger into my slick opening, gather some of the wetness, and smear it around my bundle of nerves. In my imagination, his large fingers are plunging into my pussy while his thumb rubs firm circles on my clit. Biting the pillow to conceal my scream, I come harder than I ever have before. Pulling my dripping fingers from my core, I stare at the ceiling and think about the man on the other side of the thin wall, wishing it was his fingers.
Chapter Three
Mason
Standing under the hot water, I look down at my erection and groan. I’ll never sleep with the fucker thumping against my stomach, begging for relief. After squirting some body wash into my palm, I wrap my hand around the head and close my eyes. I imagine how tight her little pussy will be. Biting my lip, I tighten my hold as I increase the pace of my strokes. She’s lying feet from me. So close, yet so far away.
I’ve been here for six hours, and in that time period, Morgan stole my heart. I’m not sure of the exact moment it happened, but there’s no turning back now. Before our time in this secluded cabin is over, I’ll find a way to make this girl mine. First, I have to convince my cock to slow the fuck down so we don’t scare her off. Visions of keeping her slip into my mind, and an orgasm moves up my body.
Thinking about her lush curves, I stroke harder and come all over the fake marble wall. As my cum runs down the drain, I wash my body and plan to woo my girl. The winter storm is a fortunate event. I’m going to make sure that, when it’s over, I leave here and take Morgan with me.
After stepping out of the shower, I hear a muffled cry. I wrap a towel around my waist and push the bedroom door open slightly. In the darkened room, I’m unable to see clearly, but I make out a shape under the covers and moaning. A smile breaks out across my face. She needed a little self-love to sleep, too.
There’s sunlight shining through the hideous plaid curtains. My body will never be the same after spending seven hours on this lumpy, cheap-ass, vinyl sofa. To cram my six-foot-four frame onto the five-foot-long torture device, I had to fold myself into a horseshoe. I want to close my eyes and ignore the early morning light, but my stomach growls and I sigh. My internal clock has informed my body it’s ready for breakfast. Even on weekends and holidays, I never sleep in because my hunger always wakes me up.
After taking a deep breath, I pray for the best and attempt to turn my neck. By some miracle, I’m able to move all my extremities. Holy shit. I died in my sleep. I blink several times, but the vision doesn’t change. I’m staring at the shapeliest, most mouthwatering ass in the world, bent over, begging for me to fuck it. Morgan holds the yoga pose for a few seconds while my cock spits cum into my pajama pants. “Are you purposely torturing me?” Is that my voice?
When she jumps up and spins around, I lose the rest of my mind. Every luscious curve of her body is on display in the clingy workout outfit she’s wearing. The hot pink shorts and sports bra are sexier than the most expensive lingerie on her stunning little body. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up.” Her tight nipples poke through the thin top and my mouth waters.
“You can wake me up to watch you bent over anytime.” As an adorable blush covers her face and neck, I drag myself off the torture device and walk over to my girl. “How did you sleep?” I push a strand of hair off her cheek and smile.
“Like the dead.” She looks up at me, and I notice the little greenish specks in her gorgeous eyes. “I’m starving.” This girl reads my mind.
“I’ll fix breakfast,” I offer, but she shakes her head.
“Nope. It’s my turn.” She walks toward the bedroom and calls over her shoulder, “Let me get a quick shower. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
I hear the water turn on, and my cock hardens in my pajama pants. Since I don’t have time to take care of the greedy fuck, I’ll have to disguise it during breakfast. I grab a pair of boxer briefs and tuck in my dick before pulling on tight sweatpants. After digging around for a few moments, I find a longer sweatshirt to cover up the bulge protruding at the front of my sweats.
She comes breezing into the kitchen a few minutes later and stops dead. “Hey, I said I’d cook breakfast.”
“I just got a few things out.” I smile over my shoulder as I mix the pancake batter. “You want to get the griddle turned on?”
She raises one eyebrow and attempts to glare at me, but I laugh.
“Baby, you look like a kitten trying to appear fierce.”
She swallows before turning to the stove. Our time in this cabin won’t last long, and I plan to put it to good use. When we leave here, Morgan will be going home with me. There’s no other option.
As she stirs her coffee, I look out the window and watch the large snowflakes fall. The heavy, wet snow covers the back deck and railing and limits sight to a few feet. It’s time for me to ask some questions. “What brought you out to the middle of nowhere by yourself during a snowstorm?”
My girl looks at me and shrugs. “First, I had no idea there was a snowstorm coming.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her to finish. “I have some decisions to make, and I had the vacation time, so I thought why not enjoy a vacation and some alone time.” She takes a sip of her coffee and raises an eyebrow. “What about you. Why are you here?”
I’ll let her half-assed explanation slide for now. “My family is driving me insane.” I shrug. “We own a construction business in Houston, and I needed a break.”
We continue our conversation while cleaning the kitchen. “I heard you say the situation was going to make your blood pressure go up.” She turns and frowns. “Do you suffer from high blood pressure?”