Chapter 8: Take Me To The River: Chapter 8

Normally, when it’s raining like this, I’ll shower at the cabin, but I needed a blast of the cold water, after that morning wake-up call with Emelie.

That was the sexiest moment of my life, and I thought I was dreaming it at first. I didn’t think there was any way she found me even remotely attractive, much less sexy. But the more she traced my body, the wetter she got. When she pressed her perfect, little body into mine, it was better than I ever could have imagined. I just couldn’t believe it.

It was almost too much, too overwhelming, and when I started moving her over my cock, I knew there was no way I wasn’t coming, too.

Feeling her pussy flutter against me was life changing. I blacked out for a moment and had never felt anything so perfect.

Damn it.

Thinking about it has me hard again, before I even reach the river. Thankfully, I’m alone out here, or at this point, I’d be scaring some people off.

Quickly stripping off my clothes, I wade into the center of Whiskey River and let the moving water wash over me. Since I moved up here, this has been my favorite way to relax, but today, even the warm Whiskey River water isn’t enough to get my dick to go down.

I’m grateful for this morning’s stolen moment because I know it’s the best it’s going to get. I’m too big, she’s too small, and I’d never do anything to hurt her. Before I allow anything to harm her, especially myself, I’d hack off my own limbs.

But I can’t get the way she was looking at me out of my mind. Not only with pure trust, but lust in her eyes, too. The way she obeyed when I told her to lift her shirt, and Christ, the view of her tits, even now, I want to get my hands back on them.

Taking a deep breath, I force those thoughts away. I need to stay alert out here. When I glace around the river, nothing is out of place, because most animals will have taken shelter, until the storm passes. They aren’t crazy like me to come bathe in the river during it.

Another steady breath and watching the rain hit the river water for a moment, and I’m finally relaxed and have calmed down.

Going back to the riverbank, I get my soap and quickly wash up and dry off the best I can, before getting dressed. On the way back to the cabin, I make mental notes of a few fallen trees that will need to be cleared, so they aren’t in her way in case Emelie needs to come to the river. It will also give me more wood for winter. Picking up the pace, I don’t want to be away from my Little One any longer than I have, too.

Just as I open the back door, a gust of wind hits and the door slams shut behind me. Taking off my wet clothes, I go to the guest bedroom where I put my clothes before I left and dry off. Then, I get into my dry clothes, before tossing the wet ones in the washer and going to check on Emelie.

The bathroom door is closed, and the light is on.

‘Little One, you okay in there?’ I ask, tapping lightly on the door.

Opening the door, I see she’s in one of my shirts that fall to her knees but no pants. Once again, my cock stirs. Her hair is wet and slightly wavy, and she’s so beautiful with her creamy skin and big brown eyes with golden specks that seem to dance.

She’s smiling at me, and I feel like I won the damn lotto. It could be my life’s mission to keep that smile on her face, and would in fact do just about anything, to keep it there. It’s such a contrast to the worried look on her face when I found her last night.

‘The pants won’t stay up.’ She says, looking at her feet.

My eyes travel down her legs and back up before I reach out and gently tilt her head to look at me.

‘It’s okay. My shirt is long enough to be a dress on you,’ I tell her, before taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen. ‘It’s still raining pretty good.’

I sit her down on a stool at the kitchen island and start to make her breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast. It’s my favorite meal, and one I’m really good at cooking, too.

She’s chatting with me, and I like having her to talk to, while I cook. Every few minutes, I stop myself from looking over at her to assure myself she’s real, and she’s okay.

As we finish breakfast, she asks, “So, what do you do on a rainy day like this?’

‘Well, it all depends on what work there is to do. Sometimes, I work on the knives, and sometimes, I work on fixing broken things. But today, I’ll finish up the jerky I started yesterday.’

‘Can I help?’ Her eyes light up, and there’s no way I could tell her no.

Not that I want to tell her no. I want her to help and to work beside me in the kitchen. I like the idea of us eating and working together. That’s how it would have to be here in the mountains.

It’s an effort to tamper down the hope that wants her to love this life as much as I do. Every time she takes to some part of it, hope tries to force its way up, and it’s too early to have that expectation.

‘You can help me bag it up.’

I pull out the supplies and show her how much to add, how to seal the bags, and the marking to put on them for Jack, the store owner.

‘What kind of meat is it?’

‘Venison. Deer are easiest to hunt,’ I tell her, as I pull the supplies we’ll need.

‘Do you only do deer meat jerky?’

‘Mostly. I also do some others like bobcat, bear, elk, moose. It all depends on what I can hunt. The others go for a higher price and always sell out instantly, so the guy at the shop always likes it, when I can bring those in.’

I hand her a small piece of jerky. ‘Here, try it.’

She doesn’t even hesitate to take a bite, and her eyes light up.

‘This is really good!’

As we work, she tells me about her job as a secretary, and that she hates it. She talks about people at work, none of who I know, though the stories she tells about what’s going on are entertaining and help pass the time.

Normally, I would turn on the TV or the radio, while I did this, but I find I enjoy talking to her more. As she chats and shares with me, the more I want to know about her, so I keep her talking, and she seems happy to do so.

After we have talked about her job in Billings for a while, she asks about the type of animals I hunt.

‘So, if it’s on your land, you can hunt it?’ She asks.

‘No, I have to have a tag for it, unless it’s a danger to me. Like if a bear was attacking me or a wolf, I could shoot them.’

‘You can then keep their meat as well?’

‘Yep. This bear was too close to the house last week.’ I nod to the bear jerky.

‘Can I try some of the bear jerky?’

I hand her a few pieces and watch her eat them. This obsession with her eating my food is new. I love feeding her and watching her eat the food I make for her, making certain she has everything she needs.

When we are finished with the jerky, I make her lunch, and again, feed my obsession with taking care of her. She asks me more questions about hunting and the shop in town.

After lunch, we spend some time making some bread and jam, and then she insists on cooking me dinner.

‘I can make you dinner, Little One.’ I want to continue to look after her.

‘Please, Axel. You have been taking care of me since I got here. Let me take care of you tonight.’ She says with a pouting look on her face, and there’s no way I can tell her no.

‘Okay, Little One. Tell me what you need.’ I plan to help her, but she has other ideas.

‘What I need is for you to sit on the stool and keep me company.’ She points to the stool she has been sitting on, while I cook.

Smirking, I do as she asks. Then, I watch her every move. I have to say there’s definitely an advantage to sitting here and watching her cook.

When she bends down to get a pan out of the cabinet, and the shirt raises up to just below her firm ass cheeks, I’m praying for it to slip, just a little bit more for a glimpse. And then, when she stretches to get spices from the spice cabinet, I’m wanting to help her and rub up behind her.

She’s so intent on the food she’s making, that I’m able to stare as much and as long as I want. Every now and then, she turns to look at me, and I don’t hide that I’ve been watching her.

When she sees me, her lips part and her nipples grow hard under my shirt she’s wearing. She’ll pretend I don’t turn her on, but I know if I reached under that shirt right now, she’d be soaking wet between her legs.

My palm twitches with the need to find out, but I don’t want to scare her. This morning could have been a fluke, and she might be regretting it. It’s not my intention to push her into something she isn’t ready for. Since she hasn’t made any moves to show she wants more or to do it again, I need to respect her space, even if it’s going to kill me.

As she finishes dinner, she at least allows me to set the table for her. I made it a point to brush up against her more than I needed just so I can feel her skin and the heat from her body. She doesn’t pull away, and I hope that means she’s feeling turned on, too. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s bumping into me a few more times than necessary as well.

When we sit down to eat, she seems so proud of the food she made that her eyes light up, when I make myself an oversized plate full of it. It could be the worst food on the planet, burnt, and tasteless, but I’d still eat no less than two large helpings of it because she made it for me.

I go to take a bite of the chicken, and she stops me.

‘No, no. Layer it like this.’ She takes my fork and layers the rice, chicken, and sauce she made, before trying to hand me back the fork. Instead, I lean in to take a bite, shocking her. She has no intention of feeding it to me, but she doesn’t pull back.

Waiting for my reaction, she watches me intently, while I chew. Her eyes are trained to my lips, and fuck, if I don’t want to kiss her.

‘This is the best chicken I have ever had, Little One,’ I tell her.

She smiles and sets my fork down to start eating her own. My cock is hard as steel from watching her make the food, and now, her feeding it to me. Not only is she excited to see me eat, but the food is delicious.

Watching her eat and not just a small helping either, is even getting me excited. She keeps shifting in her seat, and it’s driving me crazy.

I’m in so much trouble with this one.