Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 36

Baby it's cold outside!

A cold nigh stirs warmth, tension and desire.

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.