I softly close the door behind me.The only sound is the crackling and snapping of the fireplace.Moving silently, I notice a backpack on the couch and dig through it while also keeping an eye on the sleeping woman.A pocketknife is the first thing I stumble onto and shove the thing into my back pocket.
She seems to be locked in dreamland.Judging from the stuff in the backpack, and by the look of her shoes, along with all the clothes she washed?I’m pretty sure snoring beauty here is homeless.She doesn’t snore loudly, more like a cute little noise letting me know she’s comfortably sleeping.Stepping to the side to catch a better look at her face, I have to admit, she is a stunner with her gorgeous long black hair.
Taking her wallet, I find her driver’s license.Muttering a curse under my breath, I reach for my phone and shoot off a message to my prez to let him know the name of the woman who broke into his cabin.A gasp draws my attention to the woman in question, and I aim my gun right at her head.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”I sneer.
Her gaze bounces around and settles on me.Her hands tighten around the blanket and she keeps staring right at me.No fear, and no words tumbling from her lips either.
“Explain yourself,” I bark.
The slight flinch lets me know she does understand, or maybe she’s frozen, shocked, whatever.Highly likely with her last name, or maybe she is because she didn’t expect to be caught, who the fuck knows?
I step closer and shove my gun in her face.The flames dance around the room, giving me more light to take in her features.
“Fuck.Me,” I murmur when I stare into her eyes.
“No,” she croaks with a raw voice, as if it’s been locked away for decades.
I frown and then realize why she said no.The corner of my mouth twitches and I take a step back.
“So, you do know how to speak but you just don’t?”I question.
She shrugs.
“Mercy Sheridan,” I grunt and hold up her driver’s license.“Related to Otto Sheridan?”
Mercy’s lips stay sealed once again.Her gaze strays to the cookie jar in her lap and her fingers let go of the blanket.I watch how she slowly reaches for a cookie and shoves the whole thing into her mouth.
“Hungry, eh?”I ask.
I get a tight nod as she grabs another cookie.
“Do you know whose cabin you broke into?”I wonder.
Another tight nod.Interesting.
“He’s on his way,” I tell her.
Mercy’s eyes widen and she jolts to her feet.The blanket hits the floor and my mouth runs fucking dry.Fuckin’ A, those are some very cock spankin’ juicy tits she’s sporting.The large bruises on her body manage to drag my attention away.It clearly tells a tale this woman recently took a beating.Still, it doesn’t distract me from appreciating her nakedness.
Damn what a banging body.Curvy hips, lush ass, tits swinging.I wouldn’t mind burying my cock between those breasts and painting them with thick ropes of cum.Shit.I don’t need those thoughts clouding my mind.She doesn’t seem to care one damn bit that my gun is still aimed at her when she rushes to the wet clothes hanging to dry in front of the fire.
“Stop,” I growl.
When she doesn’t react, I shove my gun back in its holster.Her not being scared of a bullet to the head, and being a naked woman and all?There’s not much of a threat.Besides, chick or not, I can knock her out with a punch to the face any given time.She’s the one in the wrong here, trespassing and all.
I grab her shoulder and spin her around.“What the fuck are you doing?Are you seriously going to put those wet clothes on and go outside where it’s freezing?You’ll die, woman.”
The glare she shoots at me makes my damn cock twitch.
Ignoring my stiff dick in the tight confinement of my jeans, I give her a shove and point at the chair she was sitting in earlier.“Sit your naked ass back down.”
Her eyes go to her backpack and before she can take one step I snarl, “Think again if you wanna try and get the knife that was in there.You’d be knocked out cold on the floor before you can so much as fucking blink.Now don’t make me repeat myself.”
By the way a muscle jumps in her jaw I can tell she’s fuming and grinding her teeth as she stomps into the direction of the chair.What a damn sight with her ass jiggling.A groan rips from me when she bends over, showing me a hint of her pussy as she snatches the blanket off the floor.
“Don’t cover yourself up on my account,” I tell her and smirk when she flips me off.
