Page 67 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

She looked at him, one eyebrow going up. “Escape?”

Jacob laughed and let go of her hand as he shrugged. “He’s a quiet man and he likes to avoid the chaos sometimes. So, he built this. Dad comes out here to work, and sometimes he stays.”

He stepped onto the porch. “He also has a habit of losing keys, so it’s got a code lock, and if he hasn’t changed it…” Jacob tapped in a quick series of numbers and there was a click as the lock released. “There we go!”

“What does he do out here? For work I mean?” The interior was pitch black and even her extra keen eyesight neededsomelight.

“Wait.” He reached inside and flipped a switch. Soft light poured out of the cabin, and he stepped through the door, moving to the left to make room for her.

She followed him in and then stopped with a low gasp of surprise. It felt like she should say something, but in truth she was speechless. The open room was filled with polished wood carvings. Not the kind of amateur stuff people did as a hobby, but beautiful things that belonged in glass cases.

There was a flash of guilt, like she’d trespassed on hallowed ground, or invaded this man’s privacy, but she couldn’t resist the urge to explore. She moved around the room in silence, almost, but not quite, daring to run her fingers over the glossy wood. It was likely that each piece cost more than she made in a month.

Jacob didn’t interrupt her. Instead, he moved over to perch on a stool by the workbench, until she made a complete circuit and ended up in front of him. “Wow. This is…”

“Amazing right? My mom’s the loud practical one and my dad is the quiet artist. Such a stereotype but they really balance each other well. He’s a calming influence on her, and she pulls him into the real world, which I think he needs.”

They sounded wonderful and it was hard not to envy his childhood. “I’m glad you have—” She stumbled over her words,unsure of how to say it. “I’m glad you have a family who loves you.”

“Me too.” He reached out and pulled her to stand between his legs. “But my family isn’t really who I want to be thinking about right now. We came here for a reason, remember?”

It occurred to her that he intended them to have sexhere, in this place filled with gorgeous works of art. “Jacob, we can’t—there’s too much breakable stuff in here. There isn’t even a couch or...”

Jacob laughed and turned her in his arms, so her back was pressed against his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, and used the other to point at a ladder tucked in the corner. “I told you; my dad stays out here sometimes. That ladder goes to the loft, and there’s a bed up there. It’s not fancy, but it’ll work. That is, if you still want?—”

She looked up. There was no wall to hide the loft from the ground floor. Just a railing and through it she could see the bed. “Yes, yes I want.” With a silent apology to the man she’d never met, she tugged free of Jacob’s arms and headed straight for the corner. She didn’t wait to see if he was following.

She knew he was.

Climbing the ladder hurt. She could feel every place the rocks had bruised or scraped her, as she hauled herself up each step. And once she got to the top, she had to take a minute to push through the pain before she got a good look around.

It was bigger than she’d expected. Taller too. She’d been picturing a mattress on the floor, like her own apartment, and just enough room to crawl onto it. But the ceiling was arched high enough that she could stand, though there wasn’t much clearance beyond that.

The bed was low, but it was a real bed, with a carved wooden headboard and everything. It was covered with an old-fashionedpiecework quilt, and every square was different. She was moving over to take a look, when Jacob made it to the top of the ladder.

“What do you think?” he asked. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the rough-hewn plank wall.

His presence was distracting. Her attention got stuck on him and she had to force herself to look away as she took a seat on the bed. She let her head fall back, inhaling the sweet scent of wood as she stared at the thick beams above. “It’s perfect.”

There was something about a cabin loft. Something mysterious and romantic, and a bunch of other adjectives she was too horny to remember. “Are you going to come over here and touch me? Or are you just going to stand over there and stare like some kind of pervert?”

“I’m starting to think you’d enjoy a little perversion.” He laughed and joined her, perching on the side of the bed with only a few inches between them. He didn’t touch her though, not yet. “Last chance to change your mind, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth, not Lizzy. Not many people had ever called her Elizabeth. She considered for a second and then decided that she liked the way he said her full name.

She drew in another deep breath and let her head fall forward so she was looking at him. “I’m not going to change my mind. Not about sex anyway. About the rest… I don’t know. I can’t think about anything else right now. I feel like I’m in heat or something.”

“I guess you could say it’s similar.” He shifted and his hand settled on her thigh. “It’s the same for me.”

“I feel like there are questions I should ask. There’s so much I don’t know, but all I can think about is my pussy and how much I—” She cut herself off, feeling a flush rising up her neck. It wasn’t like her to be so blatant, so bold.

Lizzy wasn’t a prude or a virgin, but she’d never demanded a man fuck her before, or talked about her pussy like it was thespecial of the day. “I need you,” she said, finally. “I need you inside of me before I burn up. Now. Not later. Rightnow.” Her tone was one of command.

He looked at her as one eyebrow slowly rose. “Is this a good time to tell you that I’m dominant in the bedroom? I’m not used to taking orders.”

That didn’t decrease her excitement. Her panties were soaked and all he’d done was make her pussy clench in desperate desire. “Then dominate me, but do itnow.” She drew in a shuddering breath and added, “Please?” when he continued to stare at her.

The idea that he might refuse made her insides churn. She preferred dominant men, always had. She loved it when they took charge, but right now she couldn’t handle any edging, or teasing. That kind of dominance game… would have to wait.

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