Two Cabins, One Lake: An Alaskan Romance

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drifted shut, and things went dark for what felt like just
a moment before a concerned voice woke me.
    “You okay?  Helly?”
    I sat up, looking around bleary-eyed.  Gary was jogging
along the trail toward me, though he slowed when I straightened.
    “I thought you were driving home,” he said, his voice warm
with bottled laughter.
    The four-wheeler was still running.  And in gear, I noticed
with a thread of embarrassment.  “I got distracted,” I said.
    “Scoot forward a bit,” he said, stopping so he was standing
next to my boot.
    “I can drive,” I grumbled.
    “Uh-huh.  You just fell asleep while driving.  You are
drunk.  Now scoot forward; I’ll drive you home.”
    I scooted.  Stupid alcohol, making me all agreeable and
shit.  I made a note to blame it later.
    He swung up to straddle the seat behind me.  My nipples
hardened, and my breath came a little bit shorter.  I couldn’t help it.  The
man was hot, and now I knew he was dangerous, which only made him hotter.  I
was sitting between his legs, and then his arms came up to either side of me,
caging me in.
    “So you talked to them?” I asked, trying to keep my mind off
the feel of the man behind me.
    His breath was warm against my hair as he answered.  “Yes. 
They won’t bother you again.”
    “That’s good,” I said.  I could barely think past… him.
    He didn’t intentionally crowd me, but as we moved down the
trail, bouncing over roots, his thighs brushed mine.  The spots where we
occasionally touched felt overly warm and hypersensitive, the air between us
charged.  The vibrations of the engine weren’t helping at all, and I actually
felt like whimpering as we rocked over a big rut.  Heat radiated from his solid
body, beckoning mine.
    I finally leaned back against him with a sigh, giving in to
it.  I was drunk, right?  I was allowed to have no self-control.  I turned my
head until my cheek pressed against his neck, and just breathed him in.  He
smelled like shaving cream or aftershave today, a spicy male scent that had my
head doing a lazy spin.
    The heat was growing, and sexy thoughts started to flash
through my head.  I was finally starting to admit it to myself; I wanted him.  At
this point, though, my pride was such that I wouldn’t throw myself at him.  But
if he went after me ….
    We were alone, riding back to my cabin, where I had a bed. 
And I was drunk, and easy, and I realized I really, really wanted him to take
advantage of that.
    By the time he steered us into my little drive, I was
breathless with anticipation.  He killed the engine, and then swung down from
behind me.
    Pussy throbbing, feeling his eyes on me, I dismounted.
    He followed me to the stairs.  As I pushed through the door,
he started up after me.
    This is it, I thought, turning to look at him.
    Gary was very close.  Standing on that top step, he was a
dark presence filling my doorway.  His eyes were enigmatic, the planes of his
face utterly masculine in the shadow of his hat.  I got caught up in admiring
his strong jaw, the generous curve of lips I hadn’t yet tasted.  My gaze
drifted lower.  I wanted to shove his jacket off his solid shoulders, peel that
T-shirt off him like a candy wrapper.
    One of his arms lifted, bracing him against the doorframe. 
Something about that move, the way he crowded me, made me tighten with aching,
breathless desire.  Helpless against it, wanting him to take me now , I
swayed toward him.
    “Good night,” he said.  And then he pulled the door shut in
my face.
    I was still blinking into the darkness when he rapped on
it.  My heart jumped in my chest.  Had he changed his mind?   I reached
for the knob.
    “Lock this,” I heard.
    Well… fuck.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    I ’d
had four days to stew.  That’s not all I did, of course.  I went to work each morning,
I got another story sent off, I had dinner with Suzy, and I even sent my
brothers a grocery list.
    But I found myself glancing

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