Page 3 of My Recluse Valentine

She jumps at my voice, spinning around too quickly, causing her to lose her balance. I try to reach for her, but I'm not close enough. She falls to the ground, landing in a way that makes my cock throb with want. The sight of her pretty thighs spread wide open for me makes me want to fall on her and rut her like the wild animal I feel like.

I shake my head, trying to clear my lustful thoughts. Blossom is my priority—I need to make sure she's okay. Before I can speak, she lifts herself up on her elbows, looking at me from between her thighs, and I swear I feel sweat trickledown my face even in this cold weather.

"Chance," she says in a husky voice I've never heard from her, letting me know she's just as affected by what's happening as I am. "Can you help me get off…I mean, out? Can you help me get my van out of the ditch?" she scrambles to her feet—her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me wonder where else she has that pretty color of pink, when her words sink in, and damnme if my newfound courage doesn't raise its head causing me to reply as I help her stand, "I can help you do both."

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Blossom

Ican help youdo both.

What kind of weird Twilight Zone reality am I in? I must have bumped my head and not realized it when my van slid in the ditch, because in my normal reality Chance barely says two words to me let alone propositioning me.

Dampness forms between my thighs soaking my panties and I'm sure my white leggings as I think about what it would be like to take Chance up on his offer to help me get off. I can only hope Chance thinks it's melted snow but with how hot and achy I feel for him, I'm almost positive the hot need I feel for him is turning to steam when the cold snowy air hits between my legs.

I press my thighs together and tug at the short net skirt trying to hide my desire for this man. "I…um…have one more delivery today and I can't get a signal to call Bernie for a tow."

"Didn't you hear, Bernie's home sick with the flu."

"Shoot." Now what am I going to do? "Do you think you could pull my van out for me?" I'm torn between wanting to spend more time with him and getting away from him as fast as I can so he can get home to his wife or girlfriend while I spend the night watching romance movies with my cat. "Unless you're in a hurry to get home." I add, feeling guilty for wanting to spend time with an other woman's man.

"Poppy will be fine a little longer without me. She might be a little angry at first, but if I rub her belly she'll forgive me soon enough."

And there it is. Her name is Poppy.

"It's Valentine's Day. I'm sure you don't want to keep her waiting. I'll call the flower shop and see if Wyatt can come and pick me up or pull me out of the ditch." I paste on a smile as my heart breaks thinking about how lucky Poppy is to be waiting at home for this big strong mountain man to rub her belly until she forgives him for being late.

"I hate to have to tell you this, but the snow is coming down too hard. It's too dangerous for anyone to come up the mountain until the snow stops and the plow clears the road."

What? I can't stay in my van all night. But what choice do I have?

"Oh, okay. Do you have any idea when the snow might stop and when the plow will come by? The gas tank is full so Milo and I should be fine for awhile."

Chance's face scrunches up, his nostrils flare in anger as he grits his teeth, causing me to take a step back. "You and Milo are not spending who knows how long in your van on the side of the road in a snowstorm."

I'm not afraid of him—more like I'm turned on by his possessive behavior. The kind of behavior I've been longing for. "But what about Poppy? I don't want to intrude." Reality replaces my lust as I think about Poppy waiting for her belly rub.

"She'll be fine. Beside I think she'll like the company." He shrugs, his face softening like it's no big deal to invite a virtual stranger home on Valentine's Day.

I hesitate for only a few seconds, knowing I really don't have a choice in the matter. Chance is right, Milo and I can't stay in the van until the storm blows over. "Okay, but do you think we could deliver Mrs. Nelson's flowers first, since it's on the way to your cabin?"

He flashes me a handsome smile making my heart flutter as he usher me to the passenger side of his truck, "Sure. But first get in my truck and warm up while I grab Milo." I nod, loving the way my body acts to his take control attitude. "Do you need me to grab anything else besides Milo and the flowers?"

"My purse. It's next to Milo's car seat."

"A car seat for a cat. I'll be damned. Never heard of such a thing." I hear him mutter as he shuts the truck door.

A few seconds later and he's handing me my purse and the vase of flowers as he settles Milo in the back seat of the cab of his truck like he's our child. My heart races at the thought of having a child or even a bunch of children with this man. But that's not my reality—it's Poppy's.

"Are you ready?" He finishes securing Milo in the back before sliding his huge frame into the driver's seat. He shuts the door, places the truck in drive and slowly eases his way up the slipper mountain road.

"Yup." I say, looking straight head not daring to look at him for fear of him seeing the longing in my eyes.

One night I can get through one night staying in his cabin with him and Poppy.

What if they have sex and I can hear it through the walls?

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I open my mouth to suggest that I ask Mr. and Mrs. Nelson if I can stay with them tonight—but I don't want to intrude on their special night either. Before I can say anything Chance pulls the truck into Mr. and Mrs. Nelson's driveway. "I'll help you with the flowers." he opens the truck door and slides out before I can question what he means. I watch as he jogs around the truck to the passenger side, opens the door and takes the vase from my hands. "Stayhere where it's warm while I deliver these to Mrs. Nelson." He gives me a soft smile and my heart melts. Damn you Poppy, I want to scream but instead I nod and let him take the vase from my hands.

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