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Once she disappears from sight, the stillness of the cabin wraps around me like a straitjacket. I run a hand through my hand and glare down at my aching dick. I feel the sticky precum coating the inside of my jeans. I remember how soft and curvy her sexy body is, and I feel myself grow harder.
Fuck it.
I reach down and unzip my pants.
My hand wraps around my aching dick, the relief immediate but nowhere near enough to quell the raging desire she stirs within me.
I stroke slowly, images of Olivia seared into every movement, every breath that catches slightly in my throat. Her eyes, wide and innocent, yet filled with a raw need that mirrors my own.
I imagine those full tits of hers. Fuck, would she arch her back if I suckled them for her?
And that ripe, juicy pussy…bet she tastes like peaches and cream.
Those luscious globes of her ass…
Those hips that make a man want to plant himself deep inside her and knock her up like a man’s supposed to do.
Fuuuck…that does it!
My release comes hard and fast, a guilt-laden pleasure that does nothing to ease the deeper hunger she's kindled within me.
I'm panting, back against the cold kitchen counter, feeling like the lowest sort of man. A protector?
Fuck, I’m what she needs protecting from.
three
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Olivia
I sleep most of the day, dozing in and out, and when I fully wake up again, it’s apparently dinner time.
Jack helps me to the little wood table in his kitchen and places a bowl of simple but heart stew in front of me.
We eat mostly in silence, the clinking of our spoons against the bowls punctuating the quiet. I can feel Jack's intense gaze on me, heavy and unyielding, like a physical touch that makes my skin tingle with anticipation.
But I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing.
After our meal, I insist on helping Jack clean up, not wanting to feel completely useless. He grudgingly hands me a dishtowel.
As I dry the plates, our hands accidentally brush as he passes me another. Startled, I nearly drop the plate, my cheeks flushing at the brief contact. Jack's hand darts out to steady mine.
"Careful there." His low voice rumbles through me. I glance up to find his striking blue eyes intently focused on me.
"I've got it," I mumble, flustered by his proximity. The air between us feels charged, his rugged masculinity overwhelming in the cozy kitchen.
Averting my gaze, I set the plate down and reach for the next, hyperaware of his solid presence beside me, his body heat radiating. We continue working in charged silence, a palpable tension building.
As I put away the last cup, I turn and nearly collide with Jack's broad chest. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize you were right-"
The words die in my throat as his hands grasp my arms to steady me. I suck in a sharp breath.
He's so close I can see the silvery flecks in his blue irises, feel the whisper of his breath on my cheek.
Time seems to still, the air growing heavy. My pulse pounds as his eyes drop to my parted lips. An anticipatory shiver runs through me.
Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to?
