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I think this is the right place.
So, what the hell is going on?
Chapter Three
Cole
It’sfuckingfreezingouthere. Should have put on some damn goggles. Blinking rapidly, I try to get the snow out of my eyes, but it’s getting close to white-out conditions. Good thing I’m just about back at the cabin.
Holding the pile of wood I just chopped, I clomp up to the front porch. Stomping to get the thick snow off my boots. While I was out, more fell and there’s probably three or four inches covering the ground now.
Dropping the wood onto the pile beside the doorway, I quickly cover it with a tarp to make sure it stays dry. Then I shake off as much snow as I can, not wanting to track too much into the cabin.
Twisting the knob, I step in and quickly take off my boots and begin removing my outerwear. A mouthwatering scent in the air catches my attention, causing my head to whip around. My nostrils flare and my stomach growls with hunger.Is that chicken soup?
What in the world is going on here? My eyes take in the room. Winnie is looking at me from the couch, just where I left her, but it seems like some things have been moved. There are festive twinkle lights on the window and a green ceramic Christmas tree is sitting on a stool. Exploring further, I notice a huge pot simmering on the stove; the pink bakery bags are open, and the countertop is an absolute mess. It’s completely covered in vegetable trimmings and who knows what else.
It’s completely disgusting in here.
Rage and confusion war within me. I fucking hate messes. I fucking hate Christmas.
A chilly breeze hits my back, reminding me about the open door, and when I go to close it, my gaze lands on the car parked right outside; already covered with snow.Why didn’t I see that before?
“Some guard dog you are Winnie girl,” I grumble. But then again, it seems like she let in some kind of food-making fairy…so perhaps she had the right idea since I suck at cooking.
Moving quietly, I step further into the small space. My muscles are tense, on high alert, waiting for someone to jump out at me. But there really isn’t anywhere to hide. The room is completely empty, and the kitchen is open; meaning this intruder must either be in the bathroom or outside.
Walking through the cabin, I note the big duffel near the bed, and as I near the bathroom door, the sound of running water can be heard.
Well, I guess the interloper is in the shower. My hand hovers over the knob, struggling with whether I should open it or wait. Fuck it; I give the handle a twist, opening it just a crack.
My mouth pops open in shock. Long auburn hair trails down a woman’s back, leading down to the most biteable ass I have ever seen. For a moment I’m completely mesmerized, staring, utterly frozen as I imagine all the dirty things I want to do to that body.
Blood rushes to my cock, making it harden instantly. Maybe this storm will be far more fun than I thought.
“Oh, I have to say no no no,” a feminine voice screeches from the shower. Holy shit. My hands fly up to cover my ears. The goddess in my bathroom has the worst singing voice I have ever heard.
The sound is enough to set me back in motion, quickly closing the door over to give her back her privacy.
“What the hell is this chick doing here, Winnie?” I ask my dog, who simply cocks her head, then goes back to resting her eyes; dismissing me, completely uninterested. Unbearable caterwauling continues from the bathroom, setting my teeth on edge.
Unsure what to do about this strange situation, I wander over to the kitchen and begin to clean the trashed space. Annoyance builds with every swipe of the rag. Clearly, she knew I was here—my damn dog was in the cabin. Yet she came in and made herself damn comfortable anyway.
Who the hell does she think she is?
Lifting the top on the pot, I give the soup a stir. It smells incredible. Onions, carrots, and celery all float along the top and I scoop some onto a spoon, eager for a taste.
Holy shit. It’s amazing. The flavor bursts along my tongue and I’m reminded of my gnawing hunger. Reaching up, I open the cabinet; glasses, not bowls. I open another but this one contains snack foods—better remember that for later. Continuing my hunt for a bowl, I open yet another and begin digging around when I hear the shower turn off.
Guess my stomach will have to wait.
Readying myself to greet my unwanted guest, I lean against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. The door snicks open and she dances out, completely oblivious to my presence, now humming Christmas music. At least the humming is better.
I allow myself to take a moment to study her. She’s wrapped in a fluffy white towel that is tucked in at her breasts, causing the mounds to spill over the top. My eyes quickly notice her long legs, painted toes, and deep auburn hair, before once again focusing in on those delectable tits. Yeah, I want to taste them, stick my dick in between them, and cum all over them. A husky groan leaves my lips as I imagine all the things I want to do to her.
If she’s a crazed fan wanting to play out a snowed-in fantasy, I’m game.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” she begins screaming.
