Page 7 of Wrong Cabin, Right Time
I make my way around the house and pick the lock on the back door. It takes only a few minutes to get it unlocked. Satisfied with my quick work, I shove the kit back into my pocket.
Opening the door softly, I sneak inside, making sure to close it quietly behind me. My eyes have already adjusted to the darkness. The night sky is the only thing illuminating the inside of the cabin right now, and since I’m standing in front of a huge bay window, it’s enough.
On light feet, I make my way through the house, seeing her recording equipment set up in the living room against the large window overlooking the lake. There aren’t many personal belongings down here, so I decide to head up the stairs to the bedrooms. All the doors are open, making it easy for me to look into each room.
When I see the empty bed in the first one, I move on to the next. Empty. The third room at the end of the hall must be the main bedroom. It’s much bigger than the others.
Stepping inside, my eyes immediately land on the figure lying in the center of the king-size bed. My feet move on their own, as if aninvisible string is pulling me into the room until I’m standing at the foot of the bed.
She isn’t wearing a shirt. But the blanket covers everything besides her shoulders and head. I notice how, in the moonlight, her skin seems porcelain, making her look like a doll. Her hair falls in a light-pink halo around her head. Black lashes fan over her cheeks, and her plump lips are slightly parted. She looks so peaceful sleeping—the opposite of what her personality is, I have to remind myself.
I’m unaware of how long I stand there, just gazing at her sleeping form. But for some reason it calms the storm inside me. Maybe it’s the realization that she’s not a real threat. At this moment she’s at her most vulnerable, and she doesn’t even know what kind of danger she’s in. If I wanted to, I could kill her tonight. But I can’t, because it’s not on the schedule yet.
I force myself to step away, taking in the rest of the room instead. Her clothes have been pulled out of her backpack and are scattered around the room.Of course she would be messy.
Making my way to the attached bathroom. I take note of everything on the counter. Toothbrush and paste.At least she brushes her teeth.Lotion, hairbrush, razor, shaving cream ... nothing out of the ordinary for a woman her age.
Unimpressed with what I find, I walk back into the bedroom, where I stop and look at her one last time. She’s still sleeping, completely unaware of my presence.
I grin, knowing how much more superior I am to her.
Moving quickly but stealthily, I make my way back out into the hallway. I suddenly hear the rustling of sheets, making me jump to the side and into the shadow in the corner. I freeze, holding my breath, before slowly looking over my shoulder to see Sage turning onto her side.
My shoulders relax, and I sigh in relief as I turn back around and start walking again. Unfortunately, I don’t realize how close to the wall I’ve gotten until my arm brushes against a piece of art.
Watching as the picture falls in slow motion, I reach my hand out to catch it, but I’m not fast enough. The frame falls to the ground, causing me to dash into the closest bedroom. I am frantically looking around to find somewhere to hide when my gaze lands on the closet doors. I quickly slide inside and close them, but not all the way, leaving an inch open so I can still see what’s going on.
“Hello?” Sage calls out. “I swear to God, Ryan, if that’s you ... I will pepper spray your ass for real this time!”
This time?I can’t analyze that tidbit now, but I store the info away for later.
The light in the hallway flickers on, and a moment later Sage appears ... completely naked. She holds a small can—of what I assume is the pepper spray—out in front of her. Like it’s a lifesaving weapon.
“Ugh!” she groans, noticing the picture on the ground. “He better not charge me for that.”
She’s standing with her back to me, and my eyes are glued to her firm ass as she leans down to pick up the fallen art piece. When she bends over, her pink pussy comes into view, and all the blood drains down to my dick.
Down, boy! Not now.
This isn’t on the schedule and definitely not the place for my cock to be getting hard. Yet here I am, staring at Sage’s shaved private parts while my dick strains against my zipper.
She picks up the picture, placing it back up on the nail. When she turns around, my eyes wander down to her chest, where a set of perky tits greets me.
Dammit, I hate having these urges. They’re so inconvenient.
I squeeze my eyes shut and think of things that will get my erection to go down.Worn socks, wrinkled grandmas—and flip-flops.
When I hear movement coming from the hallway, I open my eyes and see Sage walking toward the staircase instead of going back to bed.
Fuck. That’s my way out.
The sound of her footsteps descending the stairs has me slowly opening the closet door. I slide out and head toward the window, quickly unlocking it and pushing the window panel up. Just enough for me to slip through.
I climb out until I’m hanging on the windowsill by my fingertips. I’m only on the second floor, and there are shrubs beneath me. I’m not too worried, as they will soften my fall. I finally let go, dropping down.
I hit the ground with a quiet thud. My legs give out, and I roll face-first into what I assume is high grass. It’s only when I sit up and look around that I realize I’m not sitting in grass at all, but in poison ivy.Poison fucking ivy. Great.
I get up in a hurry, glad that my body is covered with clothes and that I’m wearing gloves. The only place I have to worry about it touching is my face.
