Chapter 8: Baby it’s Cold Outside

I watched Chloe’s black bra spring free, giving me an unobstructed view of her entire back. My eyes lingered on the dappled light and deep browns as the muscles along her black played in time with the flickering firelight, creating a captivating display that I couldn’t have torn my gaze from if my life depended on it. The shallow trench where her spine looked smooth and inviting, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to glide my fingers and tongue along her silky skin. Her trap muscles rippled slightly as her arms dropped to her sides, so her bra straps fell down her arms. Her arms ... my god. Cords of muscle flickered with each movement, and yet they still managed to maintain the graceful femininity that often came with the fairer sex. The curve of her neck glowed against the dark backdrop of the little hut we’d built, and my mouth almost watered at the thought of tracing my lips along it.

Chloe was a masterclass in successfully balancing feminine beauty and masculine strength.

The image of her standing in that doorway, watching me fuck Ashlee as she fingered herself was seared into my brain. Were we ever going to talk about it and what it meant? This seemed like a damn good time to do it.

Chloe looked over her shoulder, catching me for the third time today eye-humping her, but, unlike all the other times, she allowed a small smile to cross her lips. God ... a smile really transformed her beautiful face into something truly radiant.

My attention didn’t stay on her face for long, though. She reached for one of the two remaining shirts I had, and as she did so, I saw the warm light reflect off the side of her right breast. It attracted my eyes like a powerful magnet, and I couldn’t look away as it shifted slightly with her movements. Her breast looked firm, with a hint of the natural teardrop shape common among natural tits. The skin was a couple of shades lighter than the rest of her, and I spotted a handful of freckles scattered across it, suggesting that they didn’t get much sun.

I’d seen a lot of beautiful women in the last month, but thanks to all the dancing we’d done around each other, in this moment, I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted someone so badly in my life.

“You can put your tongue back in your mouth now,” Chloe said, picking up the shirt and unfurling it. It was one of my button-up shirts, and with her back still to me, she slipped it on, covering her magnificent body and breaking the spell it had put me under.

“Sorry,” I said, looking back up at her face.

Her smile transformed a little, going from something pleased to more amused as she turned toward me. “It’s fine. I know how you are around naked women. Can you pass me one of the pairs of boxers?”

I reached into the bag, pulled out a pair, and handed them off to her, failing to keep my eyes off her chest as she fastened the shirt’s buttons. She started with the bottom button and began working her way up so that the shirt displayed a wedge of naked, freckled flesh that reached halfway down her torso. Her sternum was visible, and the inner slopes of her breasts teased me. Again, my mouth watered at the sight.

“So,” I finally said, tearing my eyes from her chest to pull my t-shirt over my head. I walked on my knees to where her clothes were hanging and draped it over the line. Thanks to my clothes being so wet, I barely felt a difference in the air. I picked up the one remaining dry shirt and started unfolding it. “How are we doing this?”

Chloe sat on her ass and pulled her legs out from under her, giving me a view of her world-glass legs as she lifted them off the ground. She flickered her brown eyes at me, and I noticed her start with my torso and work her gaze up to my face. “We’re going to sleep on a tarp in the middle of the woods under a parachute.” Still on her ass, she spun away from me and kipped a little so she could slip her wet panties off and down her thighs. She discarded them onto the little pile with her bra and started to don my boxers.

“We’ll huddle up for warmth,” she continued, “And that’s it.”

“That’s it,” I repeated, not sure if there was more disappointment or disbelief in my tone. I watched her as she rolled forward back onto her knees while simultaneously slipping the boxers over her ass, giving me the briefest of glimpses of the body part I’d been staring the most at all day.

“That’s it,” she said, looking back at me. This time, she didn’t let her eyes wander, and her stare reminded me that I was still kneeling in the cold without a shirt on. I slipped it over my head.

“This is a serious situation we’re in. Our goal is to stay alive, and this is the best course of action. Sharing body heat and getting decent sleep is our best chance of getting out of this in one piece. Anything else is a waste of resources.”

“A waste of resources,” I repeated. “You realize that this is like ... the end of the second act of a bad rom-com, right?”

Chloe snorted. “This isn’t a bad rom-com.”

“Yeah. I know that.” I decided to switch tactics. She wasn’t going anywhere dressed in one of my shirts and boxers. I had a captive audience for the next several hours. “What happened in Vegas?”

“You fucked Ashlee and Shea,” Chloe said without missing a beat. It was almost like she was expecting the question. At least she hadn’t played dumb or coy.

“And you watched,” I pointed out.

“It’s my job to watch,” Chloe said pointedly. The poker face was strong with this one.

“That’s not all you did,” I retorted.

“You didn’t seem to mind,” Chloe said.

“I ... didn’t?” I said, suddenly feeling like I was losing some ground.

“So, what’s the problem?”

The problem was that I wanted her. I’d been attracted to her since day one, and after Vegas, she lived rent-free in my head. I was the one making eye contact with her every time I looked in her direction while I was fucking one of the girls. She was looking into my eyes while she was fingering herself, and I was sure that she came at the exact moment that I had. The way I occasionally saw her looking at me ... the way she avoided talking about it when I brought it up ... I was almost positive she wanted me.

I wanted to tell her all that, but it seemed to catch in my chest, and I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

Why couldn’t I just tell her?

“There isn’t one,” I finally said.

There was a pregnant pause where we both knelt within feet of each other in silence, and I half expected her to lean in and kiss me. That didn’t happen.

“Good,” she said and picked up her underwear to hang it out to dry. I watched as she turned away from me, my eyes wandering over her ass in my skin-tight boxer briefs. I hated feeling like she’d just put me off balance like that.

Considering our situation, she was right—doing more than sleeping was probably a bad idea. There was no telling how long we would be stuck out here, and we had minimal supplies. Still ... why wouldn’t she at least talk to me about it? I turned away from her and used the opportunity she provided by having her back turned to skin off my jeans and underwear, replacing them with the fresh pair of boxers. Once she was done, I hung up my clothes to dry, and we worked together to lay out the two deployed parachutes, folding the first several times to create a makeshift mattress and then spreading out the other one to use as a blanket. By the time we were done, Chloe had removed the tie from her hair and had let if fall to her shoulders, slightly damp and wavy. With the shirt, boxers, and damp hair, she looked like a young mom who had recently gotten out of the shower. It was insane to me that a cold, efficient killer could look like that.

“Alright,” Chloe said, leaning the rifle against the wall near the door and picking up the small can of Sterno. “We should probably put this out. I don’t want to wake up surrounded by a fire, and we need to conserve it.”

“Sounds good,” I said; I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of sleeping in an unknown forest without any light source. All humans have a natural discomfort of the dark ingrained in them, even if it’s just a small thing. Millennia of being hunted by things with bigger teeth and getting lost had instilled in us a deep-seated fear. Our ability to see, anticipate danger, and grow crops encouraged an affinity for the light. Hell, it was encoded in our DNA—the best source of vitamin D came directly from the sun. So, I wasn’t ashamed to admit that being in a dark forest with no light source was disconcerting. More of Tanaka’s thugs, wolves, or whatever the hell else lived in Norweigan forests could be out there with more sense than just sight to track us down.

I wasn’t interested in letting Chloe know that, though. Despite looking like a beautiful half-naked female, she still gave off that ‘fuck around and find out’ aura that probably made men twice her size think before engaging with her. It was tough enough to maintain any semblance of masculinity around her without letting her know that I was afraid of the dark—especially when lost in unknown woods while being hunted by an angry, cucked Japanese mob boss.

Deciding that all of my frustration mainly came from the impossible situation we found ourselves in, it was probably best to get some sleep. I climbed under the parachute, pulled it up, and discovered it was just as cold under the fabric as outside. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Fuck ... this was going to be a long night.

And then Chloe slipped under the makeshift sheets with me and snuggled up beside so that our shoulders were touching. “Turn around,” she said, nudging my arm. “Face away from me.”

I did, and she slid next to me—big spoon to my little spoon. Considering the fact that she was smaller than me and about 60-70 lbs less mass, it was less of a big spoon and more like she was Yoda backpacking me. Still ... I couldn’t deny the effectiveness of her warmth against my back as we settled into silence. The parachute material wasn’t the most comfortable. Still, with one providing cushion on the ground with another over us as a blanket, trapping our body heat, I couldn’t deny that I was way more comfortable than I could have ever thought possible, stuck in the woods like this.

I doubt I could have done it without Chloe.

“Thanks,” I said into the darkness. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chloe said, her voice trailing in from the darkness behind me. “It’s what you pay me for.”

“Yeah,” I said, lapsing into silence that persisted for a minute and a half.

“You did great today,” Chloe broke through the silence. “Most people wouldn’t have displayed that level of capability today.”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, rolling around to face her despite barely seeing anything. “I would’ve ended up dead several times over if it weren’t for you. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to find Astrid.”

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “But this isn’t my first time escorting civilians through dangerous situations. Almost all of them would have been killed still hanging from a tree.”

“I got lucky,” I said.

Despite only being able to make out the faint outlines of her face, I could sense amusement radiating from her. “I’ve seen well-trained soldiers get less lucky than you. Sure ... there’s a component of luck involved, but you also handled yourself well. Despite your hands being torn up, you managed to find me and help me get free. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you, and you’ve had almost no formal training.”

I knew what she was doing. She could tell that I was bothered by her being so much more capable than me, and she was doing what she could to make me feel better about myself. I was grateful.

By this time, we’d been lying in the dark long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dark about as well as they ever would. I could barely make out the shape of her face—her sharp jawline, perfectly-sized Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, and lips that weren’t too thick or thin with a shallow philtrum that made them look a little fuller than they were. We were lying here in the dark, half-dressed in a cold climate, and her face was agonizingly close to mine. I could feel her breath on my face as we stared at each other. There was no scent of wintergreen or peppermint; all that remained was her slightly musky, organic odor that came from a natural, healthy, very real woman.

I became very aware of her hand on my hip. When had that gotten there?

The whisper of her legs across mine...

I wanted to kiss her. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her badly.

I was cold and hungry. I could feel the faint gnawing in my stomach signaling the need to eat, but there was a deeper, richer hunger that had been slowly digging at me for the past month, and as I lay next to this stunning woman, I could feel it trying to tear free and consume this woman.

Which was laughable. There was no doubt in my mind that Chloe could eat me alive, and part of me wanted her to—a huge part.

Her fingers flexed on my hip, the tips digging slightly into my skin so faintly that it almost didn’t register. One of them—maybe her thumb—lightly caressed me.

“You should turn around,” Chloe whispered.

She sounded the same as always, but I could detect something that suggested there was a reluctance in her suggestion. “You sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

I stared at those lips I could barely make out in the dark, barely able to hold myself back from just leaning in and tasting them. They had to taste as good as they looked ... as they smelled. There was only one thing holding me back, though. I was ninety-nine percent sure that if I made a move on Chloe, whatever door of opportunity was left ajar would be slammed in my face for good. I couldn’t have vocalized why ... I just knew there wouldn’t be another if I did anything at all in that moment.

Wordlessly, I rolled away from her, leaving half a foot between us as I adjusted my position on the semi-comfortable bed. A few moments later, I felt her scoot against me and drape an arm over my waist. Her breasts were pressed against my back, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck; it was all driving me crazy. I had become accustomed to a certain standard of living, and being stranded out in the forest with the Ice Queen meant that for the first time, I was going to go more than twenty-four hours without sex. When was the last time that had happened? Probably when I was unconscious after Vegas.

“Try to get some sleep,” Chloe murmured. “It’ll be easier that way.”

What would be easier? Sleeping on an uncomfortable bed? Having to choose between the chill and the scratchy blankets? Or was she referring to the fact that my dick was as hard as diamonds while her forbidden body was pressed up against mine for warmth?

I never got an answer to that question. My eyes were already growing heavy, and just as my consciousness was starting to fade, I realized how dog-tired I was. Before I knew it, everything went dark.

Soft lips. That’s what I felt before anything else.

I blinked and saw myself staring into a pair of deep green irises that looked back into mine hungrily. A curtain of coal-black hair fell around, and light seeped past small openings where that thick mane of wavy hair failed to obscure it.

“Danni,” I whispered.

God, I missed Danielle. That sweet smile had warmed my heart so many times. She’d completely given herself to me and had been so utterly devoted to me. She had wanted nothing more than to be mine, suggesting that she would be okay sharing me with others and even going so far as to ask for a collar. I’d turned her down because I knew she wanted a more stable relationship than the one I could give her. Even after all this time, I made the right call.

That didn’t mean that I didn’t miss her.

“Shhh,” she said, giving me her sweet smile as she propped herself up on her elbows, one arm on each side of me. Her back arched, and I could feel the sharp points of her small breasts brush against my chest—those tasty morsels of tender feminine flesh that melted on my tongue the moment it ran across them. So pale, capped with areola like pale pink snow, sitting on top of two small hills.

“I missed you,” I said, looking up into those gentle, verdant eyes.

One finely manicured eyebrow arched as her smile grew, and I could almost read her mind: I’m waiting for you. All you have to do is call out my name.

And I had a feeling she would.

The moment I opened my mouth to say something back to her, she giggled and leaned forward to press her lips to mine again. “Shhh,” she murmured against my mouth. “Just enjoy this.”

Her nose brushed against mine, and then she kissed me again, her lips moist and tender against mine. Then I felt her tongue lap against my lips and opened them to invite her in. My lover didn’t hesitate in delving past, seeking my tongue with her own and engaging in play. She pressed on her elbows and slid a foot up my body so that her petite breasts nearly brushed my chin as she broke the kiss. She never looked away from me, though, and the look in those beautiful eyes of hers was nothing short of pure love.

“How the fuck did I ever get your attention?” I asked, awestruck at her beauty. Her skin was clean, pure ivory, and flawless. I let my gaze trail down her soft jawline, down her porcelain neck and neck and stared at those small, mouthwatering, pointed breasts mere inches from my lips. Then I buried my face between them. I nuzzled my nose against her sternum and inhaled deeply; she smelled faintly of lavender and Dove soap.

And then I felt it ... something warm and wet encircling the head of my dick. I let out a long moan of pure elation as I sunk back inside Danni ... back inside my sweet, real-life Snow White.

I ran my lips and tongue up her chest, marveling at the silky smoothness of her skin, and looked up into those forest-green eyes once more. She was propping herself up with one hand and had another gently caressing the back of my head. Her short fingernails softly dragged along my scalp.

“Oh god, Danni. That feels ... I need more.”

“More what?” Danni said, looking puzzled.

Before I could respond, I felt the flat of a tongue scrape across the head of my cock. It suddenly donned on me—Danni was sitting too high on my torso to be sinking my dick into her sweet snatch. Without responding, I leaned forward and planted a few soft kisses along Danielle’s ribs as I peered around her and saw what was happening.

My assistant’s dark brown—almost black—eyes peered up at me as she grinned around the head of my cock in that true Erin fashion. I watched in fascination as her tongue rounded the tip of my dick, swabbing it in her saliva as she continued to stare up at me. Her silver hair was in danger of falling in her face and obscuring her vision as she tilted her head forward and sunk more of my member between her dark-painted lips. Like Danielle, she didn’t have a stitch on, and was currently on her knees between my legs with her pert little ass swaying gently in the air. I watched as her lips slid down my length in one slow, fluid motion until she swallowed the entire thing. My cock was encased in her tight throat, and I could feel it contract around me as I heard her gag.

I slid my arms around Danni and pulled her into me, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my assistant’s throat around my cock while clinging to my former lover. Danni had straightened and loosely wrapped her arms around me as I cried out in pleasure. I felt her small tits rest on my forehead as she stroked my hair.

“Shhhh ... that’s it,” she whispered. “Let us take care of you, love.”

Pulling back, I stared up at her and let her gently push me back until my elbows hit whatever surface we were lying on while Danni lowered her lips to mine for another soul-searing kiss. I could feel her whimper into my mouth as our lips moved over each other’s. Her hands roamed over my chest, lingering over my pectorals. Moments went on for an eternity as we massaged our lips against each other, hers lingering against my bottom lip, suckling gently on it before moving to do the same to my top. That opened the opportunity for me to capture her bottom lip between mine, and I reached up with one hand to grab a handful of Danni’s thick mane as our kiss grew more heated and almost violent. I pulled at her hair, forcing her face away from mine while capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, slowly pulling it along with me as I moved away. She let loose a whimper, and I could feel an increasingly wet, warm patch between her legs grind against my stomach.

Finally, I let it slip free from my teeth, and she hissed as her head tilted back. Her thick black hair fell free from my grasp a moment later as I collapsed on my back, closing my eyes once again to concentrate on the feel of Erin’s tight throat sliding up and down my cock while Danni began grinding herself on my abdomen.

“That’s it,” a silky voice purred. “Fuck her pretty little throat with that big cock.”

A pair of pillowy, soft lips pressed into my forehead as long fingernails began lightly tracing random patterns across my cheeks, driving me to further madness as Erin continued to blow me. My eyes slowly opened just as those soft lips removed themselves, and I found myself staring into a pair of ice-blue eyes.

My Helen.

From my perspective, her face was upside down as she hovered over me. Her gold-spun hair spilled over one shoulder, giving me an unobstructed view of her other shoulder. I followed its curvature up to her neck and traced my gaze along her jawline and up to those beautiful lips. They were moist, slightly parted, and looked incredibly inviting.

The presence of Helen confirmed it—I was dreaming. I had to be. Helen was thousands of miles from me in New York. She wasn’t close enough for me to touch or stare intently into her crystalline eyes. I couldn’t have smelled that flowery, spicy smell of her perfume.