Shit.

I think I may have waited too long. I think she's gone and fallen in love with the big jerk. She doesn't stiffen up and lean away from him any more. Last time they were over here she sat beside him on the couch and snuggled up under his arm, like they've been courting for years. He looked so smug it was enough to make me want to smash something.

I'm horny, damn it. Justine hasn't been much more use than my hand since Janelle was born. She just sort of lays there, staring at the ceiling. I've been rougher than I used to, but, damn it, I want some kind of fucking reaction when I screw a woman.

I bet that Scribe's a hot piece. Jerry sure as hell has a hard time keeping his hands off her. She can't walk past without him touching her somehow. And she leans into him, like a cat. Keeps giving him that little, secret smile. She didn't smile before.

She still doesn't smile at me. That's all right, she doesn't have to like me. It'll be better if she doesn't. I like it when they're reluctant.

It isn't easy to get time with her alone. She was out supervising Josh and Jacob today, watching them build snowmen so Justine could have a little time alone for a nap. Jerry and Ron were in Ron's cabin, working on a recalcitrant heater.

I crunched through the snow to stand beside her. She glanced at me, then looked away, folding her arms. "Jerry must be trusting you pretty good now, letting you out like this." She didn't say anything. "Of course, I guess he isn't too worried. He knows you couldn't find your way down the mountain. Alone."

She still won't look at me. "That's been made abundantly clear to me."

"It's not to say that you couldn't make it with a little help. Some directions. Maybe even a guide."

Now she does look at me. "What are you saying, James?"

"Nothing, just making an observation. There might be someone willing to help you get out of this situation."

She's studying me. I've got her attention now. "You know, your family is real worried about you. I saw your mother on the tv a couple weeks ago. Poor lady was crying." Her expression wavers. Family. Yeah, that would be a weak point with her. She's more like Jerry than she thinks.

"They're offering a reward for information that leads to your return. Five thousand." Her eyes go wide. It obviously impresses her.

She's a hard sell, though. Her expression is ironic. "I'm supposed to believe that you'd be willing to help me get away for that much, prompted by the convictions of your heart?"

"Oh, it wouldn't be enough to tempt me to do anything. Not by itself, anyway." I put my hand on her arm. "Now, if you were willing to sweeten the deal, I might consider it."

"You mean sleep with you?"

I smile. "Wouldn't be any sleeping involved, sugar. Just some nice, raw fucking." She flinched a little. I liked that. "You ought to give yourself a chance with a real man, anyway. Jerry's a nice enough boy, but he's still a boy. He hasn't had the kind of experience I have."

She pulled her arm away. Her voice was a little shaky. "You don't know fuck all about Jerry."

I grinned. "Oo, language, language. Dirty mouth. I’m kinda tired of Justine sucking me off, but I wouldn't mind seeing what that mouth of yours could do to me."

She steps away from me. "You know he'd beat you senseless for talking to me like this."

"Probably. But all I'm doing is talking, Scribe. It isn't hurting you any, and you really wouldn't want the boys to see their uncle beat up their daddy, would you?" I grin. "They love me."

"Go away, James."

"No. I think I'll just stand here and watch my boys for awhile. Cute little cusses, ain't they? I bet your pussy is tighter than my fist. What kind of noises do you make when Jerry fucks you?"

She moves a few paces away. I wait a moment, watching the kids struggling to roll a ball through the snow, then sidle over to her casually again. "Has he done you up the ass yet? You'd be really good from behind. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it."

She makes a strangling sound, deep in her throat, and goes over to the boys. "Here, let me help y'all with that. It'll go quicker."

I watch her patting the snow around the large ball. Then I grab Jacob up and toss him into a snow bank, shouting, "Snow duck!" I leap in after him, and we wrestle. He giggles joyfully, then squirms out and runs to his brother.

He throws himself at Joshua's legs, shouting "'no duck, 'no duck!"

"Hey!" Joshua wobbles, then falls. Jacob scrambles on top of him, rubbing handfuls of snow into his brother's hair, crowing. Soon Joshua is laughing, too, rolling over with his little brother in a bear hug.

Scribe is watching them fondly. She's forgotten about me. She doesn't realize what I'm doing till I'm almost on her. Then she hears the crunch of my footsteps and turns, eye flying wide in surprise, hands extending to warn me off.

I barrel into her with a cry of "Snow duck!" and knock her into a drift. I land on top of her, pinning her shoulders to the ground. I've knocked the breath out of her. She's gasping frantically. I shove her legs apart with my knee, and push my crotch against hers. I'm hard from talking to her, and she feels it, even through our clothes. I can tell by the look in her eyes.

She kicks, and I hump against her quickly. I'll have to make this fast, the kids won't be distracted too long, but the sheer thrill of the danger is making it quick for me. I jam my mouth down on hers, forcing my tongue into her for an all too brief dip. I pull out just in time to avoid the snap of her teeth. Little bitch. I love it.

She shoves and beats at me, hitching. "Get... get off me!"

"Almost there, slut," I breath. "You want it, you know you do."

"No! Stop it!"

"Why dontcha scream, then? Go on, Scribe." I pummel her with my hips. "Scream. Let my boys see me get killed. Give 'em nightmares for the rest of their lives."

She bares her teeth and fights me, hatred gleaming in her eyes, but she doesn't scream. God, I never knew the kids could be so useful. I come in a rush, grunting against her like an animal. It's the best sex I've ever had without actually getting inside a woman. Now I know I'm going to have to find a way to really fuck her.

I roll off of her, and she scrambles away from me. I just lay there, laughing. In a minute, I sit up. She's stumbled halfway to the cabin, and is standing there, trying to brush snow off her clothes and out of her hair. She's shaking. Jacob is clinging to her leg, watching her, concerned. He looks at me and scolds "You got snow down Scwibe's shirt, Daddy. She cold now. Shame!"

"Yeah, shame on me." I grin lazily, but Joshua is staring at me silently. I narrow my eyes. "You got a problem, boy?"

He hesitates, glancing at Scribe. She catches his look. Her eyes flick toward Ron's cabin, then toward me. I shake my head. She looks back at Joshua and says quietly, "I'm all right, Josh. He surprised me, that's all." She glares. "I don't like to play that rough."

I stand up, stretching. "Oh, hell, darlin'. That wasn't nothing, just a little tussle." I stroll over to her, and flick a blob of snow off her shoulder. I purr, "I can play nice, too. I know lots of games. Long, slow games. I'll teach you a few of them later on."

Whistling, I go inside to take a shower.