Page 56 of Cedarwood Cabin

Did I imagine Lyka watching us? Surely not. He was there, right?

Dax lifts his head and his eyes meet mine.

“Are you okay?” he asks, out of breath.

“I’m fine…I’m not a porcelain doll. You’re not gonna break me.”

Dax pulls his cock out gradually and whispers in my ear, “Don’t tempt me, flower.”

“Flower?” I raise both my eyebrows, confused.

“Well, that's what you are, my flower,” he says as he presses his finger under my chin, tilting my face toward his. I can’t help but chuckle at my new nickname.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Shall we?” he says, bending down, picking up a shower puff and a bottle of body wash.

He squirts a large amount of the body wash onto the puff, working it into a lather. The scent of coconut fills the air. Dax stands up and starts gently scrubbing my arms.

“Turn around,” he commands.

I comply, turning my back to him. He works the puff over my shoulders and down my back. His touch is intimate, yet tender.

He reaches around me, his chest pressing against my back as he lathers my front as I lean back into him. He takes his time, making sure every part of me is clean. After washing me, he guides me under the showerhead, rinsing off the soap.

He spins me around, his mouth meeting my breasts as he kisses them, making my nipples pucker up straight away. He slowly traces his lips over my whole body, worshiping it.

FOURTEEN

FLORA

A week has flown by. Only two more weeks left and back to the real world. Me and Dax have been fucking nonstop. We’ve fucked in almost every room except Lyka’s. The tension between us and Lyka has been unstable. He has been in his own world, spending long hours in the barn and avoiding us as much as possible. He keeps slamming doors and skipping meals, acting like a teenager who has been told off.

This morning, we all stand in the kitchen, the silence thick and uncomfortable. Lyka heads for the back door, his body language radiating frustration.

“Lyka…” Dax calls out, breaking the silence.

Lyka turns around. He doesn't say a word, just stares at us, his glare unyielding.

“I’m going on a hunt today. Can Flora help you in the barn?” Dax asks.

Lyka's eyes scan me up and down. He nods, exits through the back door, and slams it shut behind him. The sound vibrates through the cabin, causing me to flinch.

“You can help him sand down some furniture,” Dax says, trying to lighten the mood.

I smile at him, even though it feels forced. I am hesitant about spending the day alone with Lyka, but I know dark thoughts will return if I’m not in someone's company.

“I better go get ready,” he says.

Dax jumps off the kitchen stool and walks over to the firearms cabinet. His hands move confidently as I watch him easily handle the weapons with me standing a few paces back.

“There’s something scary about being in the presence of guns,” I mutter.

He glances back at me with a slight smile, his eyes flickering with understanding. “You've never shot one before?” he asks, turning his attention back to the cabinet to retrieve a box of ammunition.

I shake my head. “I wouldn't want to,” I reply honestly, folding my arms and leaning against the back of the couch.

“Do you have to go out and hunt?” I ask. “I thought we had everything we needed.”

Dax finishes loading the bullets into a pouch. “I always like to stay on top of our supply. You’ll be fine,” he says, pausing to kiss my forehead.

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