I huffed my disappointment and went around the back of the snowmobile to untie my bag and his.
Quickly, his hands reached out and grabbed both of our bags and threw them over his shoulder, then he stomped off towards the wrap-around wooden porch. I bit back the disappointment trying to grow, because I hadn’t imagined that look. It was real. He did want me; he was just fighting it, for some reason.
A light was on inside, giving the whole cabin a bit of a glow from the windows. For having never experienced snow or winter, this was absolutely amazing for a first time; it was like something out of a storybook.
“It’s so nice of Mr. Lonsello to let us stay here.” He had this little cabin built for a friend years ago who wanted to get away but didn’t like to stay in the big house we were just in. It was very nice of him, in my book, to do that.
“I’m here a few times a year. The scenery is beautiful.” That was true, and the way he said beautiful made that tingle in my belly flutter like butterflies.
“It is really pretty, so far. Do we have time to explore tomorrow?” I was hopeful that we would.
“Yeah, I had planned to do some snowboarding and other stuff tomorrow.” I may have screamed a little from being so excited. I wanted to try it all, experience everything!
“Of course! I’ve never done anything in the snow, so I want to try it all!” I was greedy to do everything I could. The door squeaked slightly as Killian pushed it open. The room was as I expected, a cozy, one-bedroom, little cabin.
“I love it. Definitely had a woman’s touch at one point in time.” I took in the pretty green throw pillows, Native American themed blanket, and the few paintings on the wall. A man wouldn’t have cared for all that. Lonsello’s wife must have taken care of this place, too.
“My grandmother stayed here a lot.” He set down our bags on the table to the left, right by the small kitchen. His grandmother? Was he divulging information voluntarily?
“Your grandmother?” He checked the fridge and saw it was stocked, and then shrugged his jacket off.
“Yeah, she and Lucas had a thing a few years after his wife died. She didn’t like the big house. More of a simple woman, so this was their cabin when she came to stay with him.” He came back towards the door that I had forgotten to close and took care of that before pulling off his boots. I realized I hadn’t moved from the spot just inside the cabin, like a statue.
“So this is their love shack?” I smiled, finding it humorous that we were here in his grandmother and Lucas’s little love cabin. It was gross and interesting at the same time. I hope they weren’t a very virile couple. My eyes took in all the surfaces of the cabin, and was thankful I didn’t have a black light handy.
“It’s been cleaned,” he commented, and sat down on the couch, looking exhausted. He had driven so much, and I suddenly felt bad for him.
“Do you need anything? You look beat.” I took off my shoes and sat next to him, giving him my full attention.
“Just gonna shower and pass out.” I was two seconds from offering to shower together. You know, to save water and all. But he really did look done, so I let him do his thing without bothering him. Once he had all his energy back, I would continue my assault on the wall he built between us.
Little did I know, he was planning the opposite for me.
I showered, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow of the bed. Killian refused to let me sleep on the couch and him in the bed. I was a guest, and this was kind of like his place. I should have slept on the couch. But he shut me down with a “no” every time I tried. Then when I attempted to actually leap towards the couch and hunker down, he picked me up and tossed me on the bed, pinning me with a look that said don’t push him any further. So I didn’t.
When the sun was rising, Killian made us breakfast.
“Here’s some snow clothes. Lucas brought them over this morning. He said they belong to his daughter and he thought they would fit.” He set them down, and then went into the bathroom to dress in his own snow clothes. He didn’t even want to change in front of me, like he had before. So far the day was not looking so good in my attempt to get him to let me in.
I did not hesitate to change with my back to him, with the clothes on the bed, giving him a view of me in my black cheeky panties and evidence that I wasn’t wearing a bra. My tits were small, so half the time I never did. I heard a clatter in the sink when I lifted my shirt over my head and he saw it for himself. I bit my lip to stop myself from giggling, and continued getting dressed. He would crack, and then his lips and hands would be on me again. I needed it so badly; it was like I couldn’t move on with life until I had just a moment in time with him. So many things I needed to work on and think about. But it was all on hold until I found out if I would survive from Killian’s touch. Something told me I wouldn’t be the same, and I was okay with that thought.
While he loaded the snowmobile up with snowboards and other gear, I played in the snow.
I laughed, and smiled like a child while making snow angels, building little snowmen, and then I felt brave and threw a snowball at Killian. It hit him on the back, and I hoped that hadn’t hurt the scar tissue there. He didn’t turn to yell at me, or anything. He pretended it never happened. I wish he weren’t so closed off. Anything was better than that. Tackling me to the snow, fighting back with snowballs of his own, anything! But he just ignored it, and asked if I was ready to go.
I sighed and got up from the ground and climbed on, my hands wrapped around him and my head leaned on his back, mentally telling him all I was feeling right then.
I just want you to let me in. Let me be your lifeline. You have so much to give. Let me in, Killian. Let me be yours.
I wish I could have said them out loud, but right now they would have been lost in the sound of us driving through the woods.
Chapter Seventeen
Killian
She was trying to kill me, I swore it.
A switch had been flipped in her, and she was dead set on trying to get reactions out of me.
