I wake up on the couch alone. Though, I remember falling asleep on Axel, yet, he isnât here. Iâm covered with a blanket and tucked in. Under the blanket, Iâm still in only my bra and underwear.
I donât move right away, as I think of earlier today.
That kiss.
Wow.
That kiss was all consuming. Iâve never been kissed like that before, and I donât think Iâll ever be again. The emotion and need in that kiss stole my breath every time his lips met mine.
This giant was so gentle and treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
What girl wouldnât want to be pampered like that?
Then, I think back to his admission that girls told him he was too big, and even broke up with him for that. Are they blind? Crazy?
His size makes me feel so protected, and itâs not anything he can help. How dare they shame him for it. They are no better than the bullies I faced in school.
I have this need to prove them wrong and to show him it was their fault, not his. Nothing is wrong with him, and Iâll prove it. When Iâm finished, heâll know heâs perfect just the way he is.
With that mission in mind, I sit up, determined to find my protective giant. I donât see him in the kitchen.
âSleep well, Little One?â He asks from behind me.
I run my fingers through my hair, making sure itâs not a mess, though after what we did earlier, Iâm sure thereâs no hope for it.
I turn and lean over the back of the couch to find him at the dining room table.
âYeah, this sexy giant tired me out,â I smile.
He looks down at his hands, and even from here, I can see the red tinge on his cheeks. I love that about him. Heâs so strong and sure, but I can still make him blush.
I take a minute to look him over, and heâs put his jeans back on, but he kept his shirt off. Yeah, I can appreciate those muscles and those abs from here.
He glances over at me, as he continues to carve whatever is in his hands.
âWhat are you doing there?â I ask, nodding towards the table.
âFinishing up a knife.â
I go over to look at it, and I can hear his sharp intake of breath.
Looking down, I realize Iâm only in my panties and bra. I smile and pick up my clothes from the floor and slowly walk into his room. Hesitating, I set my clothes on the dresser.
I donât want to put my jeans back on. I got used to walking around in his shirts. Since I donât think weâre going back out again today, I open the drawer Iâve watched him take shirts out of and pick out a gray one.
Then, I remove my bra and pull on the shirt. Like all the others, this shirt goes down to my knees. Itâs worn, soft, and smells like him.
I walk back out to the dining room a little unsure, hoping he wonât be mad, but when he sees me, he grins.
âI really like you in my clothes, Little One.â He holds out his hand for me.
Without a thought, I walk to him and put my hand in his. He pulls me onto his lap, my back to his chest, and rests his chin on my shoulder, as he continues carving the knife.
Iâm seriously liking this new version of him. He seems more open to expressing his feelings and isnât afraid to touch me. Itâs like there was this wall up between us the last few days, and earlier, we just busted it down.
As I settle into him, we sit easily and peacefully like that for a few minutes, as he carves. Every so often, he pauses and kisses my shoulder or my neck, before starting back up. Itâs a good half hour, before he sets everything down, wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his forehead on my shoulder.
I lay my arms over his and just hold him. He seems to need the comfort. When he lifts his head, he takes the towel from the table and finishes polishing up the knife.
âItâs beautiful. You put so much detail into these, and itâs really stunning,â I tell him.
He holds it out for me, âThis one is for you, Little One. You need to carry it with you always.â
I pick it up, and while it isnât light, it fits my hand almost perfectly.
âDonât walk out of the house without this. Even if I am with you, and especially if I am not. Promise me,â he says.
His tone is serious, stern, and hard. Itâs like the oneâs my dad would use when he meant something and wasnât playing around.
âI promise, Axel. Iâll always keep it with me.â
âYou shouldnât be going outside without me either, but just in case.â
I turn sideways in his lap to look at him and run a hand down the side of his face.
âMy protective giant. I promise Iâll keep it on me.â I lean in and give him a chaste kiss.
âThank you, Axel. I really do love it.â
He nods and wraps his arms around me.
âIâll keep you safe.â He whispers into my hair so quietly that I almost miss it.
Today, Axel is getting ready to go hunting. He thinks he can get another deer to process some more jerky, before the road opens.
Once I get dressed and head out to the living room, I find him going over his gun and other items on the dining room table.
Squaring my shoulders, I look right at him, âI want to go with you.â
I am determined he isnât going to leave me behind. Mostly, because I donât want to be alone, but also, because I want to learn to hunt. I want to see this man in action doing what he does best.
Something tells me, watching this man hunt, will be sexy as hell too, and thereâs no way Iâm going to miss out on that.
He looks at me and cocks an eyebrow at me.
âDo you know how to hunt?â
âNo, but you can teach me.â I stare him down, but it doesnât seem to work.
He gives me a small laugh. âNo, Little One.â
Time to pull out the big guns. I plan to do anything I can to get him to agree, even if it means playing on his emotions.
âYouâre going to leave me here all alone?â I say softly as if the thought of being alone scares me. I look down at my feet to hide any emotion on my face that I donât want him to see.
Though, the thought of him leaving me here alone does kind of scare me. Anything could happen to him out there, or to me here. I think we are better together, and I plan to convince him of that.
He lets out a soft curse under his breath and looks out of the window, and then hesitantly, looks back at me.
âFine, but you do as I say and donât leave my side for even a minute. Deal?â
âDeal,â I say, clapping my hands and smiling at him. I pick up the knife he gave me and tuck it into my pocket, showing I can listen.
He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, running his eyes over me. Iâm back in my jeans, but Iâm wearing one of his shirts, and I tied it on the back, so it fits me better.
âWait here.â
He disappears into one of the guest rooms and comes back with a camouflage jacket. Itâs large, like his jacket, but thicker than mine.
âHere,â he hands it to me. âWear this. It will be warmer than the one you have on.â
I notice he also has another shotgun in his hand.
After I put it on, I hold up the collar and smell it. Just like everything else in this cabin, it smells like him. When I catch him watching me, I shrug, a little embarrassed, but not really.
âIt smells like you.â Is all I say.
That earns me one of those sexy half smiles, before he starts packing everything up and explaining to me what it is. He fills up two canteens of water and hands one to me. I sling it over my shoulder and follow him out of the door.
We step outside, and he stops and looks at me.
âHave you ever shot a rifle?â
âNo.â I cringe. âIâve shot a handgun because my dad wanted to make sure I knew how to use one.â
He pulls the gun out and shows me how to hold it, and we get in a few practice shots. Iâm a bit better at this than I thought. By the fourth shot, I hit the target he gave me, and I do it three more times before heâs satisfied, and we head out on foot.
He shows me how to track animals, what to look for, and tells me about the plants we find.
âI like going out after a storm because the animals are all out looking for food, the ground is soft, and it makes spotting their tracks a bit easier.â He says, showing me some tracks in the mud.
âThe downside is all the mud. But if dirt doesnât bother you, then this is the time to go out.â
He chuckles, as he points to the mud caked on my boots.
âA little mud doesnât scare me,â I tell him.
âGood,â he says all serious.
The muddy tracks make it easy to follow, and it isnât long before we come out of the forest into a meadow, and thereâs a handful of deer.
He motions for me to get down behind a fallen log and be quiet.
âCan I shoot?â I whisper.
He hesitates only a moment before he nods and hands me my rifle. I know the amount of trust heâs putting in me. If I miss, the deer will scatter, and we wonât be able to catch them again.
It could mean we go home with nothing, or we are tracking other animals for hours. So, I really appreciate the trust heâs giving me.
We both get into position and take aim.
Axel lies beside me, almost on top of me, as if heâs trying to protect me from the rest of the world, but he supports his weight. I like heâs protecting me from anything that might try to take advantage of my focus being elsewhere.
He helps me line up the shot, whispering in my ear what I need to do.
Taking a steadying breath, I line the shot up, like he taught me, and then wait for the perfect shot on the biggest buck in the herd. Fortunately, I donât have to wait long, before the buck turns, and I pull the trigger. He goes down where he stands, and the others scatter back towards the trees on the opposite end of the field.
âDid you see that? I got him!â I jump up and squeal.
Axel laughs. Full on laughs.
I leap into his arms and hug him.
âYou did good, Little One. A natural hunter,â he says proudly.
âThank you for trusting me to take that shot. I know what it would have meant if I had missed.â
He sets me back down on my feet and stares into my eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
âYou have put so much trust in me these last few days. What kind of man would I be, if I didnât do the same?â
You would be my ex, I think to myself. But heâs proven over and over, that heâs nothing like Chris.
âThatâs what makes you, My Giant.â