STORY EXCERPT

Jacob Baxter took one final look around the cabins, making sure they were spick and span for his last guests of the season. Fall was coming in with a bang and flying in and out would soon be too dangerous with the winds that came storming in over the winter and fall months.

He had plenty of time to get more supplies for the winter and would enjoy the solitude where he could catch up on his reading and writing. He’d had a full season with guests arriving regularly throughout the summer, wanting to experience the natural wonders of Cutler’s Cove with its views of the ocean and the whales and orcas that regularly swam along the coast. The bears and wolves that roamed freely. The sea otters playing and hunting for crabs and clams and other delicacies.

Jacob Baxter glanced at the sky as the sound of a plane made itself heard and watched as a seaplane began to make its descent, lower and lower until it touched down in the calm waters of the cove, then edged toward the dock. Baxter strolled over.

“Hey, Jack, how’s it going?”

Jack grinned back as he vacated the plane after Jacob had secured it to the dock.

“Hey, Baxter. Can’t complain. Only two visitors this time. Daniel and Rose Vice. Brother and sister. Photographer and writer, and an interior designer.”

Jack was a seasoned aviator and had made the trip many times. In his late forties, he had the look of a grizzled veteran of the skies, with stunning blue eyes in a chiseled face tanned and weather worn.

“Great. Let’s get them settled, then you can be on your way. Weather looks good for your return flight.”

“Yeah. The seven-day forecast is good for the pick-up.”

He opened the door for the passengers to alight, then helped them with their baggage, the plane bobbing gently on the water.

Jacob tried to disguise his shock as he met the beautiful amber gaze of the male passenger, feeling an instant pull, but pushed the feeling aside. He had no desire to get involved again with anyone. He’d had enough pain to last a lifetime. He wasn’t in the market for any more. He ignored the pull of instant attraction and dragged out a professional demeanor.

“Hi. I’m Jacob Baxter. Everyone calls me Baxter,” he said, shaking their hands in turn. “I’ve put you in separate cabins, as requested, next to one another.” He avoided that captivating gaze and grabbed the female’s hold-all. “Let me show you the way once I get Jack under way again.”

Jack secured the aircraft, swung back into the pilot’s seat, and Baxter unhooked the ropes securing him to the dock, then pushed it gently away. The engines fired up, the propellers whirring, and soon Jack was guiding himself away for the short run for takeoff.

Baxter waved Jack off, waited until he was safely in the air, then led the way up the pathway toward the secluded clearing where five small cabins sat snugly among the trees, with one slightly larger cabin off to one side that had a sign saying “main cabin” on the door.

“This is beautiful,” Rose said eagerly.

“I like it,” Baxter replied simply.

“I’m Rose. This is Daniel,” Rose said. “I know Jack already told you, but we’re just so excited to be here. We’ve never done the wilderness thing before.”

Baxter smiled at her, noting the same amber gaze as her brother, the long fall of silvery blonde hair, and the slender build. She and her brother shared the same attractive genes.

“Well, there’s a lot of wilderness. We have bears, wolves, sea eagles, elk, moose, to name but a few. Jack said you’re into photography. You’ll have plenty of subject matter.”

“The scenery is breathtaking,” Daniel said, speaking for the first time, his husky voice vibrating along Baxter’s nerve endings, his short, spiky blond hair threaded with silver just like his sister. He was about five foot nine or ten, and Baxter was at least a head taller.

Baxter met that amber gaze, almost flinching from the meaning there, and wrenched his eyes away to look toward the cabins that he’d prepared for them.

“It’s stunning here,” Rose agreed.

“This cabin is yours,” Baxter told her, unlocking and opening the door to the nearest one, and depositing her bag on the floor by the bed.

“Oh, this is charming. Did you decorate yourself?” Rose asked, entering and looking around with obvious delight.

Baxter felt a flash of pain before answering. “My husband and I decorated. He’s been dead for two years now.”

Rose whirled, her expression full of empathy. “I’m so sorry for your loss. You both did an amazing job with the place.”

The cabin had a rustic but modern feel to it, blending the natural feel of the exposed wood and wooden beams with mod-cons like USB ports, a coffee maker and a small fridge.

“The toilet is a compostable one, so no flushing. The shower is piping hot as our electricity runs from a large solar powered generator out back. We’re pretty self-sufficient here. We use organic and environmentally friendly washing products, so you won’t have to worry about damaging the environment when you shower.”

“I see that,” Rose said. “I guess you have to be since this is so remote.”

“I’ll let you get settled in,” Baxter said. “Lunch is whenever you’re ready. I made sandwiches with salad and dessert, so it won’t spoil.”

He left her to it, then led Daniel to the neighboring cabin. Opening the door, he realized that Daniel was pretty close, and caught of whiff of his scent, sending his libido into overdrive. Dammit! He didn’t want any entanglements. They hurt too much when things went wrong.

ADULT EXCERPT

Daniel eased back from Baxter and managed a small grin for his mate. “I need to shower and dress,” he said. “Wash my back?”

Baxter swept Daniel up in his arms, and carried him to his mate’s cabin, shutting and locking the door behind them. “I need you,” he said huskily. “After all that’s happened, I was afraid that I’d never see or touch you again. I need you,” he repeated, carrying Daniel into the shower room, wanting to continue where they’d left off hours ago.

Baxter didn’t care about dinner or anything else but being with Daniel. He needed to be inside Daniel, filling him with all that he had, all that he was. Claiming him as his mate. Switching off the water, he stripped off, flinging his clothes into the corner of the room, sweeping his hands over Daniel’s slim body, then reaching for the washcloth and bodywash. Dribbling the bodywash onto the flannel, he proceeded to wash every inch of Daniel, paying particular attention to his engorged cock, which seemed to beg for his touch.

Daniel’s moans were like music to Baxter’s ears, resonating on a cellular level as he pleasured his mate. He used the bodywash as lube and found the tiny hole buried between Daniel’s butt cheeks. Tapping it, he kissed Daniel with ferocious passion, eating the moans that reverberated.

“Are you okay with taking the next step,” he whispered against Daniel’s lips.

Daniel nodded helplessly. “Yes. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours,” he pleaded.

Baxter slid one finger up to the first knuckle inside Daniel’s hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle guarding it. Daniel’s groans grew louder and he tensed slightly, then relaxed in Baxter’s embrace. Gently, Baxter added a second finger and began stretching Daniel, readying him for what was to come. Palming Daniel’s cock in his free hand, he pumped the thick dick, pleasuring Daniel even more. Daniel pumped his hips in time with the steady rhythm then came on a piercing cry of pleasure.

Baxter dug deeper inside Daniel’s sleek body, adding more bodywash to aid his discovery, pushing his fingers up to the second knuckle and scissoring gently. Daniel flipped off the flow of water, kissing Baxter hungrily.

“On the bed. Please,” he begged.

Removing his fingers, Baxter dragged a towel off the rail and began patting Daniel dry, still kissing him, then carried him into the bedroom area, laying him on the bed as though Daniel was made of porcelain or fragile glass.

“Lube. In my bag,” Daniel told him urgently.

Baxter hurriedly searched and found a small tube of lube, anointing his fingers with the stuff, then returned to Daniel. Kneeling on the bed, he draped Daniel’s legs over his shoulders, then gently reinserted his fingers into Daniel’s loosened hole and continued to stretch him. While he did so, he leaned down to take Daniel’s bobbing cock into his mouth, sucking firmly on it to bring it back to life. Daniel’s moans reverberated throughout the cabin, his dick engorging slowly until it filled Baxter’s avid mouth.

Rubbing more lube onto his cock, Baxter popped off Daniel’s cock and rested the head of his own dick at Daniel’s readied anus, removing his fingers carefully, then began to push gently inside with his cock.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Daniel cried, his heels digging into Baxter’s shoulders, his back arching as Baxter drove steadily deeper.

They both gasped as Baxter hit bottom, his balls slapping lightly against Daniel’s rump.

“You feel amazing,” Baxter growled, breathing heavily. “So warm and slick and welcoming.”

“Don’t stop.” Daniel began to move his hips, fucking himself on Baxter’s thick dick. “Please, don’t stop.”