“It was a joke. Don’t leave me here,” she says, all humor gone from her voice.
“I won’t leave you, but I might find something else to do with your smart mouth. Now, let’s go, the sun will set in a few hours.”
The days here in Alaska are much shorter than back home, and we do not want to be caught out here another night.
We continue walking toward Corium… or so I think.
It seemslike the sun is setting faster with each step I take. Out here in these ungodly temperatures, the day flew by rapidly. I haven’t said it out loud, but I’m fairly certain we are lost.
“Don’t you want to take another break? We have been walking for a while without stopping.”
“No, we need to keep going. We have to get back before it gets dark or…” I trail off, not wanting to tell her what I’m thinking about.
“Quinton—”
“We’ll be fine. Just a little further.”
“Look over there.” She shifts her hold and points at something to our right.
I turn my head to scan that area and stop mid-step when my eyes catch sight of the small wooden structure. I immediately change directions and start walking toward it. The closer we get, the more apparent it becomes that we’ve stumbled upon a small hunting cabin. About twenty feet away, I stop and make Aspen sit on a nearby fallen log.
“Stay here for a minute. I’m going to check it out first to make sure it’s safe.”
She nods, wrapping her arms around herself.
Turning away from her, I carefully approach the cabin. I slide my hand down my cargo pocket and reach for the gun I stole from the guard. Lifting it, I hold it out in front of me, ready to shoot anything that could pose a danger.
I don’t hear anything inside, and the place looks like it was abandoned a while ago, but that could be a trap.
When I’m right in front of the door, I reach for the handle, realizing quickly that it doesn’t appear to be locked. The handle turns, and with one push, the door creaks open. There are no windows, and the inside is so dark I can’t make out a single thing.
Picking up a stick from the ground, I throw it inside, making sure it’s not booby-trapped. When nothing happens, I step through the door slowly. I give my eyes a moment to adjust, so I can take in the small space.
The cabin is bare, but it has a little fireplace and a makeshift bed in the corner. It’s not much, but it’s enough to shelter us from the cold and allow us to survive another night.
Tucking my gun away, I go back out to where I left Aspen. She is still sitting on the log, just how I left her. I’m not happy about her being in pain, but I must say, I like the way she is depending on me.
“It’s all clear.”
“Where did you get the gun?” Aspen asks while I help her stand.
“I stole it from the guard I had to knock out to get past the checkpoint and to get the truck keys.”
Bending down, I throw her over my shoulder.
“Quinton!” Aspen squeals, not expecting to be picked up this way. “Put me down.”
Ignoring her plea, I walk her into the cabin, trying not to look at her ass while it’s only inches from my face. My cock twitches in my pants.
Down boy.We don’t have time for fucking. First, we have to survive another night.