Page 60 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
I want to get up close and personal with every tattoo. He is a very handsome man. And he’s interesting to me. I’ve never met anyone like him. He makes the world better and more fun just because he’s in it.
I’ve never had the luxury of thinking about who I was attracted to, because it didn’t matter. I was going to marry who my parents told me to marry, and that was it.
Justice is making me want to do more. Be more. See more.
Touch him.
I move away, but even when I get to the stove, I can still see him out the kitchen window as I stir the stew. Justice is running his hands through his hair, rinsing the soap out. There’s a little drain at the bottom of the porch that must lead to some kind of treatment area.
His hand soaps up his chest, and I can’t help myself: I want to encourage it to go lower. I want him to enjoy himself. And I can’t believe I’m thinking these things.
Nothing can happen between us.I have a princess to marry. And I don’t want to give her reason to question my loyalty.
Iwillbe loyal.
Even if the marriage is not what either of us want. I will honor my duty. Always.
But I also sneak glances at this man while I cook, and he— Oh, there. He’s washing his cock and balls. Now I want to see the soap sluicing off him. The water running down his face.
His shower is over much too fast. I adjust the front of my pants, which have become too tight.
The water shuts off. I hear him grab for the towel. He comes back in.
Justice is silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by the setting sun. The towel is wrapped around his lean waist. “Oh, man. That shower felt so good. You should take advantage of it.”
“Maybe after we eat,” I croak. “The food is hot.” Why can’t I speak normally?
“Great.” He strides over to his backpack and drops his towel, then tugs on a clean pair of underwear.
I’m really trying to give him privacy. I’m trying not to stare. But this is a very small cabin, and he’s right there. It’s weird for me to look away, and it’s weird to look at him. And his ass is gorgeous, all muscular but round.
He slides on a clean shirt and a pair of loose gray sweatpants, which doesn’t help matters, because he’s just as handsome all covered up.
I clear my throat. “Shall we eat?”
“Sure.” He walks over to the stove, and we plate up two bowls of stew to go along with the crackers and beer he found earlier. We sit at the table, and it’s a surprisingly good meal.
Justice shoos me out to take a shower while he washes the dishes, and I agree, because while the cabin is toasty, I could stand to be cleaner.
I stoke up the fire, then strip off most of my clothes and walk outside, trying not to notice whether Justice is watching me. It’s colder and darker than it was when he took a shower, but the rain has mostly let up.
I just stand there and let the water run over me, letting out a groan. I know I shouldn’t waste the hot water, but it feels wonderful.
I use the little bar of soap and clean up as best as I can. My dick is definitely aroused thinking of Justice. But I need to knock that off.
Inside, I know, there’s one bed. Just one bed with what looks like fresh linens on it, as well as a quilt—plus we have my blanket and Justice’s sleeping bag. The cabin is warm and snug.
And I’m going to be sharing it with him.
There’s no way I’ll survive the night without jerking off.
So, as I stand on the back porch of this log cabin, facing a meadow and the last of the daylight, while the air is misty andthe shower is warm, I stroke my cock as fast as I possibly can, coming in record time.
The release isn’t satisfying, though, and I crank the shower off and grab the towel.
The evening is getting chilly, so I dry off as fast as I can and step inside.
I eye Justice, who’s standing near the fireplace, the firelight reflecting off his skin. I glance around. The dishes are washed, and the fire is roaring, and Justice has a guilty expression on his face.
