The Cabin (The Cabin Novellas (Book One)) (9 page)

Quinn grabbed my arse, guiding me up and down, taking control of the speed in which I moved. He brushed the tip of his forefinger over my anus, and I squirmed. To be touched there made me feel cheap – it felt wrong. His finger lingered, as if waiting for me to move away. When I didn’t, Quinn began to gently stroke me there. It felt so fucking good and it turned me on more than I thought it would. I bent forward, lifting my butt into the air so Quinn could push further if he wanted to. And he did. As I rubbed my clit harder and faster, Quinn slipped the tip of his finger into my anus up to his first knuckle. It made me feel dirty in a strange way. With so many erotic sensations flooding through my body, it felt like there wasn’t just Quinn in the room pleasuring me. I felt dizzy, almost drunk with sexual excitement as I slid up and down on his cock, as I circled my finger around my clit, and Quinn pushed his finger further up. I had never known such intense feelings all at once. I didn’t think it would ever be possible. With every sexual part of my being aroused at the same time, I began to tremor, moan, and shake. I’d never needed to come so much in my life. The pressure inside of me had built to a crescendo as Quinn and I fucked each other. I continued to rub my clit over and over and that feeling in my anus grew ever more intense.

I peered through half open eyes down at Quinn and he looked as lost in the moment as I did. It was like the world outside of the cabin had ceased to exist. There was only me and Quinn left and the exhilarating feelings of desire and passion we had created deep within each other.

Unable to hold back the wave of feelings any longer, my whole body seemed to let go – loosen up – as I came. I had one orgasm, and even before that one had faded, another had started to build up. The muscles between my legs tightened, then relaxed again as a surge of tingling ripples spilled out from my pussy and throughout my body. Another orgasm built as quickly as the last, and I cried out.

“I’m coming!” I moaned over and over, as each orgasm took me some place else.

“I love you, Mia!” Quinn groaned out loud, his hips rocking violently, coming with me. I felt so wet, as my own come gushed from me, splashing Quinn’s thighs in a warm spray.

“I love you, too!” I gasped breathlessly, collapsing on top of him.

With his cock still inside of me, he held me in his arms. His body was slick with sweat, as was mine. We both gasped for air, as our bodies rose up and down in unison.

“I love you,” I whispered again in his ear.

“I love you more,” he said.

Twelve

There was a sound. Someone was in the room with us. Nathan? My heart leapt and I opened my eyes. A milky white strip of daylight was pouring in through the window.

I pulled the sheet over. Still trying to get my bearings, I peered about the room. The space beside me on the bed was empty.

“Quinn?” I whispered. Was it him I could hear moving about in the other room, or had Nathan finally found the cabin? I looked down at the floor and Quinn’s clothes had gone.

Had he left without waking me? I feared, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” someone said.

I glanced towards the door. Quinn was standing there, dressed all in black, the white collar about his throat. He looked like another person – as if in disguise somehow.

“I thought you’d left,” I gasped, the sense of panic I had felt now fading.

“What, without saying goodbye?” he smiled boyishly at me.

“Is it goodbye, then?” I asked, pulling on my panties and fixing my bra into place. Quinn passed the rest of my clothes to me, which he had gathered from the other room.

“It has to be
, doesn’t it?” he asked

“No,” I said, not wanting to lose him now that I’d found him again.

“You’re married,” he said, watching me as I dressed. “Both of us belong to another.”

“But
what about last night?” I said, pulling my sweater over my head.

“We were on loan,” he half-smiled.

“Is that how you see it?” I breathed in surprise.

Quinn came towards me, taking me in his arms. “So you’re going to leave your husband two days after being married? You’re going to go home and tell your parents that you’re divorcing your husband so you can run away with the priest?”

“If I have to,” I said, my heart starting to quicken. “You could leave the priesthood and we could...”

“What?” he cut in, looking deep into my eyes. “I find a
job, we get married, settle down and have a family?”

“That’s what everyone else does,” I told him.

“Not people like us,” Quinn said softly. “We would never be happy living like that. We both need something more. We like taking risks – we like danger.”

“We could still take risks,” I told him.

“What, buy a lottery ticket each week?” he said back.

“You’re mocking me,” I said, pulling free of his arms.

“No I’m not,” Quinn said, his voice still calm. “I’m being honest with you – I’m being honest about us. A normal life for us wouldn’t work. Where would we find the excitement we crave?”

“With each other, just like the millions of other
people who settle down together,” I snapped back at him, crossing my arms.

“You must be talking about all those people who creep into my confessional each week, seeking forgiveness for the affairs they’ve had. The people – men and women who sit there every day of the week saying it really is not their fault – they’re bored, lonely, unhappy, they’re not understood – so they seek those things in the arms of another. Is that how you want us to become?”

“It doesn’t have to be like that,” I insisted.

“Look, Mia, I don’t ever want to lose you now that we’ve found each other again,” he said, staring at me.

“What are you saying? I don’t understand?” I asked him.

“The quickest way of losing each other would be if we both walked away from our lives and tried to build new ones with each other,” he said. “We would get bored. We only work if what we have is forbidden – it’s a secret. That’s what makes our love for each other so passionate.”

“But I want to be with you,” I said, stepping towards him, even though there was a part of me that knew what he said was true. We did both find excitement in the forbidden. It was like those kids drawn to the big red button. Like them, I just couldn’t resist it, even if it might kill me.

“We can still be together,” Quinn said. “You know where to find me now.”

“So you expect me to sneak all the way out here so we can snatch a few sordid hours of sex together?” I breathed.

“Yes,” he said simply. “Doesn’t the thought excite you?”

I stared back at him, looking straight into his pale blue eyes. “Yes,” I finally whispered.

Quinn smiled back at me. Then leaning forward, he kissed me gently on the mouth. “I do love you.”

“You know we’ll both burn in hell for this, don’t you?” I said.

“I don’t believe in hell,” he smiled at me.

“But you’re a priest,” I said. “How can you not believe in hell?”

“I’ll tell you one day,” he said, his smile suddenly fading. I got the sense that perhaps he was hiding a painful secret. Before I’d had the chance to push the issue, Quinn said, “C’mon, we should get going. Your husband will be out searching for you, if he isn’t already.”

“Nathan,” I whispered, suddenly remembering him.

“I’ll go ahead. You’ll be able to find your way down the mountain. The fog has cleared,” he said, heading for the door. He opened it,
then looked back at me. With almost a look of sorrow on his face, he added, “I do love you, Mia, I always have.” Then he was gone, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone in the cabin.

I gave Quinn half an hour to get as far away as possible. Picking up my rucksack, and still with no sign of Nathan, I set off down the mountain. Quinn was right; the fog had cleared. The view from the mountain out across the moorlands and the village of Lufton was breathtaking. In the distance I could see the church where I had found Quinn again.

About half a mile from the foot of the mountain, I saw Nathan coming towards me. His dark hair blew back from his brow. His face looked pale, and even from some distance away, I could see he looked as if he’d had little sleep, if any. Seeing me coming down the narrow path towards him, he flung his rucksack to the ground and ran towards me.

“Mia!” he called out, waving an arm above his head. “Thank God you’re safe.”

Huffing and puffing from his run up the mountainside, he stopped before me. “What happened” he gasped. “One minute you were there, the next minute you had gone. I’ve been so worried about you...”

“Calm down and take it easy,” I hushed, resting my hand on his arm. “I’m okay.”

“Where have you been all night?” he gabbled. “I feared you had...well...I thought the worst.”

“I found the cabin,” I told him. “I stayed there until the storm passed.”

“The cabin?” he said. “You went there without me? We should’ve arrived together. That place was meant to be special to us.”

“I had nowhere else to go,” I explained.

“No matter,” Nathan shrugged. “As long as you’re safe, that’s what’s important. Let me just go back and get my bag and you can show me the cabin. Is it as nice as it says in the brochure...?”

“Nathan,” I said, taking his hand gently in mine.

“Huh?” he said, glancing back at me.

“I don’t want to go to the cabin,” I said, finding it hard to look him in the eye.

“You don’t want to go to the cabin?” he frowned. “Where do you want to go?”

“Home,” I said.

“Home?” he shook his head. “Why do you want to go home?”

“I need to talk to you,” I said, taking him by the hand and leading him down the mountain.

“Talk about what?” Nathan asked, still sounding confused.

I was going to tell Nathan everything. I looked at the church in the distance. Quinn might be happy to lead a life that was a lie, but it didn’t mean I had to. That wouldn’t be fair on Nathan. He deserved to know the truth. Nathan deserved someone better than me.

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About the Author

Natalie Stark is the author of ‘The Cabin’, the first book in a series of erotic/contemporary romance novellas. Each novella will tell a different story about those who visit The Cabin and what they enjoyed there. Some people return more than once to The Cabin as they had so much fun the first time. Natalie Stark lives near London, England. You can connect with Natalie by visiting her Facebook page at:
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