3 - Sydney

He has been a sweatshirt thinking I’m cold and I decide to go with it and pullover sweatshirt on. His clothes are huge on me, but I don’t remember the last time I was so comfortable. They smell like him too and that seems to calm me and I don’t even know his name.

"Have you eaten?" He asked me.

"Umm, no, I’m was going to make dinner, but when I get back to camp, everything was gone, including my clothes. Of course, Stephen didn’t check the weather and I guess he was going to have us camp out in this." I catch myself rambling and pressed my lips together. He smirks at me, before heading to the kitchen on the other side of the main room. Then, he pulls a container out of the fridge and gets what looks like soup, warming on a wood stove.

I have never cooked on the wood stove, but I really hope I get the chance to, while I’m here. The kitchen looks like a rustic cabin kitchen with natural wood cabinets and dark countertops. There’s plenty of space to work, especially with the gigantic kitchen island.

He moves around the kitchen with ease getting dishes, some bread and glass of water ready for me. He’s all muscle and gorgeous and I can’t take my eyes off him.

It might be easier, if he were to put a shirt on, but I really don’t want him to hide those abs from me, either.

Finally, he says a place for me at the table, and when the soup is ready, he has it to the bowl and place it down it well.

I joined him at the large wood table, and he sits in the chair next to me.

"Thank you for this." I say before taking the first small spoonful of soup.

He nods and watches my every move. I get the feeling he isn’t around people much and isn’t used to someone constantly talking, but I can’t take the silence and I need to fill it.

I take another spoonful of soup. Who knows this is somewhat shy mountain man could cook so well? This soup is delicious and one of the best I’ve ever had.

"This is really good," I say, before taking another bite.

"Try it with some bread," he tells me.

His voice is deep and commanding, and I can’t help but do as he asks.

Reaching for the bread he sat next to the my soup bowl, I tear off a small piece. Then I dip it in the soup and take a bite.

"What’s your name Little One?" he asks.

I’m so shocked by how much I like the nickname but he takes me a moment to answer. "Sydney"

"Sydney," he says my name with a smile.

How can hearing him say my name turn me on so much. I think, as I clear my throat and shift in my seat.

"No one has said it quite like that before."

His eyes heat and neither of us moved, but his intense stare is almost too much, so I turned to look back at my soup.

"What is your name?" I asked him.

"Axel."

When I turn to face him, he still watches me. Axel is the kind of name I would expect from a mountain man

"It suits you." I smile at him.

Though, I wish I was better at reading the small ways his face changes, when I talk. Maybe the more I’m here, the more I’ll get to know them, especially if I’m going to be stuck here for a few days

Once more, and I look over the cabin and I noticed more things. The table and the chairs we are sitting on seem to be handmade, and I wonder if he made them. Not only are they sturdy, but they’re beautiful. They would fetch a good price in town I am sure.

Deciding to try to make conversation, I say, "This cabin is beautiful."

"Thank you." He grunts.

Some thing about the deep throaty sound vibrates through me.

"Did you make this table?" I try again.

"No."

Well, I’m clearly not getting anywhere. I look at him, trying to figure out if he just you isn’t used to talking, or doesn’t want me to talk at all, when he’s sighs. Like he can read my mind, he answers my question.

"A friend of mine made it."

I nod and finish the soup he made me.

"He did a very good job with the table."

He pauses and watches me, before nodding to my bowl, "Would you like some more?"

"No, thank you. I’m full but it was really good."

He stands and picks up my plate. I feel like I should at least clean the dishes, since he cooked for me, and before I can even suggested he speaks again.

"Why don’t you go sit by the fire, and I’ll clean these up."

"I can help. I need to earn my keep somehow."

"You’re a guest and was wondering in the woods for who knows how long. Rest now and tomorrow you can help."

I hesitate a moment, that I am more tired than I realize, and the warmer I get, the more cozy and tired I start to feel. But I don’t want to be a burden, while I’m here. Yet, he does have a point.

"OK, but tomorrow I’m helping."

He nods, so I take my time walking to the couch. The wall that has the hallway to the bedrooms has paintings and photos of wildlife, but no family photos

I wonder what happened to his family that made him want to move out here all alone. I don’t think it’s something he wants to talk about to the stranger he was forced to take in. Since I don’t like talking about my family either, not that I have any.

Maybe, he doesn’t have any either, and that is why he moved out here. The cabin isn’t that old, so I know he didn’t grow up here, unless there’s another one on the property.

I sit down on the oversize couch and noticed the fireplace isn’t gas like the ones back in town. This one is woodburning. I have no idea how to even start one like this but the crackling in the burning wood offer is a pleasant scent and the sound it makes much much more plated pleasing than gas fireplaces

The next moment I picture him outside chopping wood shirtless, and in those worn jeans he put on when he got out of the water, lifting his acts over his head, the tan skin, his define sixpack and his muscles flexing as he swings and acts with precision and shivers over my body

He did show me the wood pile, so I don’t think my fantasies that far off it would also explain all the sexy muscles he has

I squeeze my thighs together because the tingling down there has started, when I saw him in the river is getting stronger and longer I’m around him. Thankfully, the clothes are so baggy he can’t see that not only do I not have a bra on, but also not how hard my nipples are.

When he finishes the dishes, he sits on the other end of the large cat from me putting two full cushions between us. I grasp the pillow at the side and hold it over my chest.

"So, you been in the river often?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation again.

He looks at e from the corner of his eye, before he nods.

"Yes, it’s calming and relaxing."

"And freezing," I say, thinking of how cold the rain could be.

I know most of the river water is snow melting from the top of the mountains, so it has to be pretty cold. 

"There are some hot springs not too far from here, and they overflowed into the water. Keeps it nice and warm, and it doesn’t freeze in the winter either." He shrugs, like it’s a normal thing.

That would explain why the water where I got a drink from was warm. I hadn’t given it much thought.

"Hot springs like the kind of people bathed in, for the condom and Yellowstone?"

"The kind people bathe in," he says. "I’ve never been to them, too touristy there are thermal pools in Yellowstone, but the ones you can’t get in have rainbow colors."

I nod. A few months ago, before our trip I read up on them. I wanted to know as much as I could about nature before we go camping.

"Do you mind if I use the restroom?" I ask.

"You can use the one you showered in earlier," he nods down the hall.

I think him, standing and heading right towards the hallway and feel his eyes on me the whole time. When I reach the hallway, I turned back to look at him, and I was right, his eyes are still on me. I give a shy smile, and then go into but I’m sure it’s his room.

It smells like him of pine, and man. That’s how I'd described it. Though, with all the wood in the house that’s what I could be smelling. I haven’t been close enough to confirm what he smells like.

The room is large with handmade wood bed in the center and matching wood dressers and nightstands. Going over the bed, I run my hand up the soft sheets. Gazing at the bed, I wonder what side he sleeps on. If I had to take a guess, I picked the side closest to the door. I can’t resist leaning down to smell the pillow, sure enough that pine and man scent is strong, and it’s his scent.

Then, I go into the bathroom so he doesn’t find me creepy, if he comes looking for me.

The bathroom looks like some thing from the magazine. There’s a large comfortable big tub enough for two and more than ample for him. With marble countertops, a large, walk-in shower that gives him plenty of room to move around in and a fancy showerhead. It almost looks out of place in a cabin.

Taking my time, to use the restroom and wash up. I kind of expected handmade soap, but this is the stuff you get from the store I always thought Mountain Men made everything, but it seems to like his comfort to maybe we aren’t as far from town as I thought.

Now that my hair is a bit dryer, I try to finger comb it, but the chances of getting it under control are slim to none. Maybe that’s why he keeps staring at me. I look around for a brush or a comb and find one in the middle vanity drawer, hesitantly only a moment before I run it through my hair now there’s no reason for him to stare anymore.

Looking at my hair in the mirror, I shake my head because this is good as it’s going to guess I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. If only I could hide away in the bathroom all night, but I need to get back out there then I slash some cold water on my face and dry it off so it doesn’t help me help the flash that has my face all pink I don’t think anything but a mind blowing orgasm can help that with that thought my blush depends.

So, taking a deep breath, her leave the safety of the bathroom, but not before I pause, and inhale his scent before heading back to the living room. Interesting that he sent while turning on very calming.

When I walk in, he’s staring at the fire, and the light from the flame light of his face is highlighted all the angles of his face, and makes him look even more attractive

I sit on the couch and he turns to look at me over now that I’m close to the fire again I realize how warm it is but if I take the sweatshirt off then there’s a good chance you’ll notice that I don’t have a bra on

"If you’re warm, you can take the sweatshirt off," he says

Well, here goes nothing