After a three day car ride up to the Rocky Mountains, and a six hour ride through harsh trails and a few setbacks like fallen trees, we finally made it to the cabin. And when we got there James and Jared gaped at the ancient structure in front of them. The cabin belonged to my great-grandfather and it was passed down through the generations. It wasn't a cabin, it was a mansion built by using trees as pillars, corner posts, and the branches as wall pieces. It blended into the forest around it with all the moss and brush around the walls, and I knew it would be the perfect place. It was high up on the mountain side and the trail was too dangerous to walk on foot, but by truck and truck only with the navigator could you reach the cabin.
"How come you never told me about this place?" Jared asked, looking over the river at the scene below us from the east.
"Because it is my sanctuary. No one else knows about this place. Not even S.H.I.E.L.D. It was my great-grandfather's place and he passed it down to my dad. And when my dad died I got it since I have no siblings. I come here every winter for a month to relax and get away from everything. Only here I can't be bothered with the thoughts of everyone in the world," I answered, pulling out the key from the top of the main door and unlocking the cabin mansion door.
James went in first, gun at the ready and made sure that the coast was clear. Once he was satisfied with the situation he let Jared and I into the building. I flipped on the generator switch and a soft, barely visible from the outside, light illuminated the inside of the cabin. They took in the massive pillars made from real trees that were still alive and they marveled at the craftsmanship.
"Pick a room any room. They are all fully stocked with linens, a bathroom, and living room. The kitchen is in the back on the first floor. My room is on the second floor, first door on the left. Look around, get comfortable. I'll be in bed," I said quietly, shuffling over to the massive staircase that led to the upstairs.
James followed me and Jared went off to explore. I didn't say anything, just focused on walking to my room. If it was like I left it then I had some cleaning to do. I reached to open the door but James grabbed the handle and held it closed.
"Ashley, I know you're tired, and hurting, but I need to talk with you," James said softly, blocking me from entering the room.
"Can we do it where I can sit down at least?" I asked, looking up at him with tired eyes.
"Yes," he answered, opening the door and then suddenly picked me up bridal style and carried me inside.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed me in his lap, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on the top of my head. He let out a soft sigh and fidgeted for a few seconds.
"For a while now I've been watching you, and I've noticed something. Something that I can't quite understand yet, but I hope with your help I can grasp it," James started.
"What is it that you don't understand?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Remember all those movies that we watched a few days ago?" he asked, his eyes staring at the wall across from us.
"Yes. What of them?" I asked, putting the puzzle pieces together.
"I asked you what love was and you described it to me as if you longed for it. I did a lot of thinking that night. I studied every Disney movie that was romance themed and came up with a result that I wasn't quite expecting. Which was why I was pacing that night and you got bossy at me," he said, smirking slightly.
"I remember. What was your unexpected result?" I asked, smiling up at him and closing my eyes.
"That I love you," he whispered, his arms tightening around me.
I felt my eyes tear up and I gasped at his statement. I had waited a lifetime to hear those words. And the man that I loved said them to me first. Overcome with emotion I grasped his face in my hands and kissed him passionately. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into my kiss. He was gentle and careful, and it melted my heart. He was mine, all mine. And if any woman tried to get near him, they'd have to get the news the hard way. And they would learn that he is mine only. I broke away from the kiss and rested my forehead on his.
"I love you too, James," I whispered as my happy tears fell down my cheeks.
"Let's get some sleep. It's been quite a week for us," he murmured, his big hands running up and down my back soothingly.
"Let's. My shoulder is killing me," I murmured back, giving him several quick pecks on the lips.
James and I climbed into bed and sleep quickly took us.
The next few days went by in blissful silence and Jared got restless but I found some old tomes my great-grandfather had around to keep him occupied. James and I spent the days in silence, yet we conversed in action. He never let me sit alone, he was always there. If I was going to get up and get something, he got up before I could. I often napped in his arms, and he'd wake me up when food was ready. He truly was everything that I wanted in a man. And as the week ended my shoulder healed completely. I was still a bit tender, but at least I wasn't helpless now. And since the last attack on me, James has been nagging me about learning how to shoot. I was adverse to the idea, since my father liked to shoot people for the heck of it. But he was right. I needed to learn in order to protect myself.
We went out behind the cabin, further into the mountains and Jared decided that he wanted to come and watch.
"Alright. Take a lose stance. Keep your feet directly under your shoulders. Don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're going to shoot. Don't lift the gun until you are ready. If it is too heavy for one hand use both. Take deep breaths when you take aim. And when you're ready to fire gently squeeze the trigger, not pull on it. Now, try it out," James said, adjusting me in small gestures and giving me very precise orders.
I nodded once he stepped back and took my stance. Standing about twenty-five feet away was a recently shaken pop can that was resting atop a log. I took in a deep breath and aimed for the pop can, keeping my finger off the trigger until I was ready to fire. Once I knew my shot I gently squeezed the trigger, letting lose the bullet. It hit its target right in the center, sending soda and pop can shards everywhere. Jared let out a hoop and a holler of congratulations and James just smiled at me like he just found his favorite toy.
"How was that?" I asked, smiling brightly.
"Perfect, as usual," James chuckled, hugging me and giving me a kiss on the lips.
"I can see you two talked," Jared laughed as he headed back for the cabin.
"Indeed we did. And I'm glad," I giggled, hugging James tighter.
"So am I," he chuckled.
I know of a good spot to have some fun. Want to come?" I asked, taking his metal hand in mine and wiggling my eyebrows at him playfully.
He followed me to the small cabin that we grandkids often used as a fort and I had converted it into a little nest a few years ago. I tugged him into the hut like building and locked the door behind us. There was food, a bathroom, and electricity in the building so we didn't need to leave anytime soon. The floor dipped down to a king sized bed that took up most of the space and there were pillows galore and all the softest furs were scattered over the plump mattress. James seemed a bit surprised at the place and I giggled as I pulled him onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes and he did the same, but he gasped when I started to pull off my shirt. All I wore was a light pick lacy bra, and the matching lacy thong, and short shorts. I climbed onto his lap once he was leaning back against the pillows and seated myself on his restricted cock. He let out a ragged groan and his hands clamped onto my ass, squeezing it roughly.
"You are definitely a minx," he growled, burying his face in my throat.
I gasped as he placed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down my throat, the scrape of his teeth and total turn on. I ground my hips against his clothed erection and he growled deeper in his chest. I showed him just how much I wanted him, and he answered me back just as fervently. His hands undid the clasp of my bra and then roughly tugged it from my shoulders, tossing it off to the side. Once my breasts were bared his mouth instantly closed on a nipple and I couldn't hold back the little cry of pleasure that left my throat.
"That's my minx. You make the sexiest sounds when I'm tasting you," he purred against my breast.
"Don't stop! More, I want more," I practically cried out, my hands fisting in his long dark brown hair.
He complied by tearing my short shorts clean off, leaving just the thong behind. He groaned at the sight of it and I shivered for that groan made my very core tremble in excitement. I had been on top, but he suddenly pushed me back and was then licking and nipping at my breasts again. I made soft mewing noises and felt my cheeks flush at the shamelessness of those sounds. But at the moment I couldn't give a damn. I felt his hands at my hips, tugging at the thong and I lifted my hips for that he could take it off me. He complied and once my hips hit the mattress again his warm hand was there teasing my folds.
"You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, don't you minx?" James growled, slamming three of his fingers into my most feminine part.
"Fuck! Yes!" I cried out, mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of the pleasure that I was feeling.
"That's it. Squeeze them fingers. Get them nice and wet for me," he purred, sliding them in and out, mimicking sex.
I was panting and moaning beneath him, fucking his fingers until I couldn't think anymore, just feel. His mouth was on my breasts, his fingers pumping in me, and I exploded from all the sensations.
"That's my minx. Now, it's my turn," he growled, taking his fingers out of me and sucking them clean.
He somehow got out of his pants and boxers in one smooth movement and I stared appreciatively at his ready cock. I had seen it before, but I never really knew how long it was. Until now. He had to be at least ten inches, and as thick around as my wrist. He was going to fill me to the brim, and the stretching around him sensation had me soaking wet just thinking about it. If his fingers felt amazing, just think how his cock would feel inside of me. He crawled up my body and propped himself up on his forearms above me and kissed me deeply.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growled, pushing himself up at bit more so that I could do as he commanded.
I got up onto my hands and knees and he scooted up behind me. I could feel the head of his cock probing my entrance and I shivered. His hands came to my hips and I wiggled them in front of him while glancing over my shoulder at him. He just chuckled and gently began to enter me. My mouth dropped open and stayed open as the head of his cock slowly slipped inside of me. He was huge, perhaps a bit too big for me. For several seconds I began to doubt that this was going to work. But once the head was fully inside me, the rest of his cock slid in with ease. But he paused when he came to my maiden head. I never told him that I was a virgin. That I saved myself until I found the right one.
"Please! Go deeper!" I begged, my arms collapsing and making me rest the side of my face on the mattress.
"But I'll hurt you," James growled, his grip on my hips bruising.
"I don't care! I want this! I want you. Do it now or I'll do it for you!" I snapped, trying to push my hips back onto his cock.
But he would have none of it. With one smooth and powerful thrust he broke through my maidenhead and then froze in place as I stiffened in pain. It wasn't a terrible pain, a slight stinging sensation, and then it vanished as pleasure started to take over. I knew he wasn't in to the hilt and I surprised him be slamming my ass to his hips, ramming him in all the way and holding him there.
"Fuck!" he shouted, bending over me.
"Move! Please move!" I begged, reaching behind my head and fisting my hand in his hair.
He reached down, his hands flat against the mattress on both sides of me, and his teeth sank into my shoulder. I gasped and then cried out as he began to pound into me. It was raw, primal, and unforgettable. The feel of his abdominal muscles contracting and stretched against my lower back and ass sent shivers up my spine. The feel of his balls slamming against my clitoris like searing lightning strikes that hit the same spot over and over again. The pain from his hold on my shoulder with his mouth mingled with my pleasure and intensified it to the point where my mind was nothing but jelly. I couldn't hear the minds around the world. I couldn't find a source of life around us. All I could do was feel James claiming me in an age old ritual that would never get tiresome. I reached up and fondled my own breasts, making him growl and shift a hand to my mound just an inch from the mattress. His fingers expertly toyed with my clit and I cried out every time his cock hit a sensitive spot and his fingers struck my clit in rhythm with his pounding. Within minutes I was screaming as I came and after several hard and expertly placed thrusts James came, sending me over the edge again. The feeling of his seed filling me up from the inside and dripping out of my most private places while his cock was still inside of me was enough to send me into a fourth orgasm.
After several long minutes of us panting and staying still, James finally pulled out of me, the wet sounds making me tremble. He was panting heavily and I could feel the sweat dripping off of his body and onto my back. His hands brushed my hair out of my face and his blue-grey eyes filled my vision. I smiled up at him with sleepy eyes and he smiled back.
"Get some sleep," he murmured, curling around me and pulling me into his chest.
If I felt correctly, I wasn't going to be able to walk at all tomorrow, but that was why I had a genetically enhanced super soldier to carry me wherever I needed to go. And as I reflected on out fist joining I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep with a silly grin on my face