I cover my ears, lying face down in the snow, numb, until a strong pair of arms picks me up again. I start crying, face buried in his neck as he carries me back to the cabin.
The house is quiet. It seems that everyone has gone to bed or passed out from all the wine they’ve consumed. I’m shocked no one seems to have heard the gunshots. Nick takes me to his room and holds me as I sob into his shirt.
“Where did you go?” I ask him while crying. “I was so scared, Nick.”
“I know…” he sighs while kissing my face. “You’re too good for this place, Jess. I can’t keep you here.”
Startled, I pull back to look at him. “What do you mean?”
Nick’s eyes also glisten like mine as he holds my face with both hands. “I’m not good enough for you, Jess. I’m…I’m just a mountain man, a barbarian, and you’re a city girl. You deserve a city man who can give you a safe life. You don’t belong here.”
“But I do, Nick. I belong with you. We belong together.” I hug him tightly.
“I wish that was true,” he says, his voice heavy, and then, after a moment, “I think it would be best if you go back to L.A. tomorrow, back to Matt.”
I pull back slowly and blink at him. “What?”
“I don’t have anything to offer you here, Jess. It’s boring most of the time, there’s so little to do, and it can be so dangerous. I don’t want you to give up your old life for this.”
“I’m…I’m sorry about the wolves…”
He gives me a gentle smile. “That wasn’t your fault, but it’s just one more example of why this place isn’t right for you.”
“Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He looks at me, but instead of saying it back, he kisses me passionately. That’s enough to confirm that he feels the same way. So, I kiss him harder.
This time, there is no tearing off of clothes. Rather, it’s more like an incremental progression, slow and gentle. He takes his time undressing me and kissing every inch of my body, like he’s trying to memorize it for when I’m gone.
“I love the way you do that,” I tell him, barely above a whisper, and pull off his shirt, and then begin drawing imaginary circles from his navel to his collar bone. Once again, his cock moves in response, expanding upward and outward against the fabric of his jeans and underwear.
When he steps out of his jeans, I’m amazed to see his beautiful bulge, as if I hadn’t already had him inside me plenty of times before. His reaction is the same when I get naked, and he steps back to gawk at my form, from my breasts and tummy, to my legs. He’s in love.
“You’re not shaking anymore,” he tells me when we’re in bed.
“No, because you’re warming me up and holding me the way I’ve wanted to be held for so long,” I tell him, and we begin to kiss again. “I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again. But tonight, make me yours. Claim me.”
Nick gives me a nod and flips me on top, his tongue sliding up and down my front, from my belly to my breasts, while I hump his rising cock against my wet pussy. I wrap my hand around his cock, now fully erect. “Now, let’s put you inside me.”
I slip him inside me with the greatest of ease and then begin to move, slow for the first few moments, then faster as the moments pass, and the room heats up a few degrees. He’s looking at me with an expression of awe as my eyes grow heavy with arousal, and my boobs bounce and swing to his rhythm, the only sounds in the room are my purrs and his soft moans.
“Yes, please fuck me one last time,” I beg, and he growls like an animal.
“Turn over,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, turning onto all fours, butt facing him. His cock is so hard, I think it must hurt. He kneels on the bed behind me and slowly slides himself into my tight, wet opening again. He rocks back, and I meet his thrust with a burst of pleasure. My hands curl around the wooden headboard, and I revel in the feeling of his cock deep inside me. I shake my loose hair back out of my face, and he catches it in his hands. Not missing a beat, one hand around my hair and the other on my hip, he thrusts deep and hard. He pounds into me suddenly like a jackhammer. I scream and meet his pace with a wild force all my own. My breath catches, and I come as he hammers into me.
I just keep coming. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come tonight as he refuses to let up until I nearly collapse back on the bed. I’m not complaining; I love being fucked like this. Tomorrow, I will remember every time I move that he’s been inside me, that he’s thoroughly taken me for one last ride. It may not make the heartache any better, but at least I still know that he wants me.
Chapter 7
Nick
1 Month Later
I quietly walk through the woods; the sky is clear and white from another snowstorm last night. One month has passed since the TV show was filmed, a week since it was aired, and I had my five minutes of fame, but now it seems the whole world has forgotten about me. But that’s okay; there’s only one person I wanted to remember me. It seems that she’s forgotten all about me too though, which is probably for the best.