Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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I stare at Beckem's ass. His cheeks round. His muscular shoulders bust through his flannel. I hope he didn't notice me staring at the bulge in his jeans when he said that I was cute when I am mad. He doesn't even know me. I never in my life received all these compliments. Then again as an author I don't meet any real men anyways just fans.
I drink the last bit of coffee in my mug and wash our mugs. I set them back in the cupboard and sit on the couch.
Beckem comes out from the room with just pants on. I lose my breath and gawk. His abs perfectly sculpted, his pecks beautifully square, his arms built.
I sigh as he walks closer. "Everything okay?" He asks. "Of course, I ugh. I just forgot to breathe." I giggle.
I can feel my pussy soaking in these johns. He must sense it because he comes closer.
"Why exactly are you traveling alone? Do you not have yourself a man?" He questions sitting on the coffee table in front of me. "I, um, I am an author, so I don't get out much to meet anyone. therefore I planned on showing up to my brothers, with my mom there to disappoint her that I still haven't found a man." I stare into his deep brown eyes. lust flames inside them. His lips part a little revealing a perfect set of teeth. "I never would have assumed." He replies studying my body.
"Well what would you like for dinner, rabbit, moose, or fish?" He gets up and walks to the kitchen opening the fridge. "I actually don't eat meat." I shyly answer. "Really?" He turns towards me. "Not even eggs?" "Nope." "Would you try it? I mean would you try moose? Moose steak? Because I don't think I have any grass around here." He chuckles. "Do you have any veggies?" I question a little irritated with the last remark. "Canned." He opens a pantry door and pulls out a can of sliced carrots. I sigh.
"I'll try the moose. Only a little though!" I suck up my pride.
Damn. A man who looks this good, and cooks his meals. And no woman? No photos of any one. This is more of a bachelor pad than a Cabin. I watch him as he takes steak out of the fridge, and starts the gas stove. He must have already thawed them out not planning for visitors just him and his dog.
I study every movement of him. His elegance with every arm movement, foot movement. Everything. I stop staring once he notices me looking at him. I turn back to the fire and cuddle to Cedar. He seems to enjoy a woman's presence.
I still can't get over this feeling though. My car breaks down only miles from this man's cabin. On Christmas eve. He doesn't even know me but brings me into his home, gave me his clothes, and now he's cooking a dinner for me. I should be the one cooking for him. He's probably had a long day. After seeing his wagon full of wood, the pine he cut down. He's built but I'm sure he's tired. I wouldn't be so rude, only if I knew how to cook steak.
He could be relaxing with a cold beer, watching the fireplace crackle as I work away at the stove. Guilt takes me down a dark path. My face I know is flushed from embarrassment. Maybe tomorrow I'll make him breakfast. I don't eat eggs, or bacon, toast absolutely. If I'm stuck here over night I'll make him breakfast it's the least I can do to repay him.
I look out the window. The sun must have set because it's pitch black. All that's lit is snowflakes that fall past the window. Lit by the fire.
I turn back towards him watching him season the steaks. "May I use the bathroom? " " Elle, why would you ask that. Like you're just going to piss on the floor, or out in the snow. Of course you can use the bathroom your going to be here for a while might as well make it your home too. It's in the bedroom the door to the left, otherwise you'll end up in my closet." He low belly laughs.
I stand and walk off shaking my assets a little extra. I feel his eyes burning into my ass. I smirk a little and walk out of sight to the bathroom. I close the door and lean over the sink. I stare at myself. I am pretty damn gorgeous not to have a man. I slip the johns down and sit on the toilet. I look around at how neat everything is. One thing that I don't see is shampoo or body wash. Or even deodorant. I grab a jar from the side of the sink labeled "tooth paste".
I raise my eye brows and grab the one on the side of the shower. "Shampoo."
I look at them both. And sigh. I guess he makes his own? I set them back and finish emptying my bladder.
