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Haley’s Cabin

Anne Rainey

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Les, the love of my life and the very definition of what a real man should be. Thanks for being my

ultimate hero! My daughters, you are the sunshine in my life and the best kids ever! Mom, you
always

knew I had it in me. I love you.

Crissy, I nervously pitched my story to you, heart in my throat, and you took a chance on me. I’ll never

be able to thank you enough.

Jen, you listened to me moan and groan and loved me anyway. You are what true friendship is all about.

Nikki, it never would have happened without you, girl!

A loud knock yanked Haley out of her newest suspense novel and she groaned at the unwanted

interruption. She moved to answer it, but apparently not quickly enough as another pounding

reverberated through the quiet cabin. Frustrated, Haley threw the door open wide, prepared to give

whoever it was a piece of her mind. She pulled up short when she caught sight of the couple on the other

side.

The woman was tall, dark-haired like herself. She had a figure that could only be described as lush and a

striking pair of chocolate brown eyes.

Haleyshook herself out of her mute shock and looked at the man. He was the woman's equal in every

way. Tall, strong, and lean with large hands that would wrap around a woman's waist just the right way.

While she stared at the pair of tanned strangers, Haley realized she hadn't spoken a word to either of

them.

"Um, can I help you?” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears. But the man spoke and she listened,

mesmerized, to the raspy, deep tone of his voice.

"I was hoping you could,” he said with a smile. “Our car stalled down the road a ways and we were

wondering—if it wasn't too much of an inconvenience—could we use your phone to call for a tow?"

The word
tow
grabbed her and she reluctantly dragged her attention from the man and his sexy voice.

Haley found herself answering “sure” to a couple of complete strangers. She had to step back from the

door to allow them access to her small, safe haven.

Just that afternoon, she’d gone to her private hideaway. She’d needed a break from the day-to-day

grind. Even a workaholic like her deserved time off. She continued to convince herself of that.

After the many hours she’d racked up in unused vacation time, it was time to cash in. Her job as

software developer at Berlitz and Kent Computing was starting to take its toll. She’d put in too many

sixteen hour days writing code with nothing to show for them but a failed marriage and a never-ending

migraine. Her doctor had told her if she didn’t take her leave physically for a bit, she was going to end up

taking her leave mentally. She heeded the doctor’s warnings, as a nervous breakdown really wasn’t at all

appealing.

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Of course, now she found herself being smiled at by two gorgeous strangers in the dead of night, totally

isolated and in her pajamas no less, she wondered how smart her decision had been.

Geez, can this night get any stranger?

As she waged a battle inside her mind—was she crazy to let these people in?—she led them into the

kitchen.

“The phone’s over there.” She indicated the wall next to the back door and politely went on. “Help

yourself, really.” She looked at the coffee pot and forced a smile. “Can I get you anything to drink?

Coffee’s still fresh.”

The man answered for them both. “Thank you, coffee sounds great right about now. Even though we’re

nearing summer, it still gets a touch chilly at night.” He rubbed his hands together, but made no move

toward the phone. Instead, he seated himself and his lady friend at the table. Haley didn’t have the heart

to tell them she didn’t want guests. She just wanted to get back to her book and her self-imposed

isolation. Sighing, she reached for two mugs up in the pinewood cabinet.

As she poured the coffee, she asked how they took it and both spoke in unison, saying, "Black.” She

handed them their cups and sat at the table, opposite the man and next to the woman.

“Oh, my name is Haley, by the way. Haley Thorne.” She said, attempting to be friendly, even though she

felt anything but.

“I’m Jay and this is Marissa.” When he smiled, she nearly melted. Dear God, the man was a looker.

“Pleased to meet you, Haley.”

He seemed affectionate and warm when he held out his hand for her to shake. She took it willingly, a

little too eager to touch him.

It was strong and callused, a working man’s hand, most likely. Everything about him spoke of hard work

and long hours. She stared at their entwined fingers and thought of how fragile her small, pale hand

looked against his stronger one. As she gazed back at Jay, his expression changed from friendly to lustful.

Haley was both startled and excited. She hadn’t had a single spark of sexual desire in much too long, and

now her body seemed to come alive.

Without the slightest hint of warning, she found herself being tugged to her feet and led into the living

room by the man who called himself, simply, Jay. Marissa followed close behind.

Haley felt as if someone had taken over her body and was guiding her every move. She should have

been afraid, or terrified, as this stranger controlled her every action and assumed entirely too much. Just

the fact she was in a cabin, miles away from everyone and everything, should have sent off warning

signals in her head. Nevertheless, she was perfectly calm and even smiled right back at the handsome

Jay.

What was the matter with her? She was a responsible, twenty-five-year-old woman. She was not

spontaneous, nor was she a complete fool. Yet, her feet kept moving and she had a feeling her smile was

dreamy. The kind of smile that let a man know she wasn’t only a willing participant in the games soon to

follow, but an enthusiastic one as well.

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He stopped when they reached the large, soft rug in the center of the room, startling her. Maybe she’d

gotten him wrong. Haley had thought he would lead her to the bedroom, but maybe he was only being

polite after all. It wasn’t until he turned her toward Marissa that Haley felt a flutter of butterfly wings in

her stomach.

She stared at the intensely exotic Marissa. Like the director of a play, Jay seemed to know every move

Marissa would make and commanded the outcome of the night. And for some inexplicable reason, it

excited Haley even more. She wasn’t the one in control, which meant she didn’t need to be the

ever-constant, responsible one.

Marissa moved to unbutton Haley’s pajama top. Haley’s hand flew up to cover Marissa’s in a lame

attempt to stop her. She wasn’t into women. There had to have been some mistake.

But Marissa’s lips curved seductively as if she knew a deep, dark secret and she slipped the first button

out of its hole. Haley realized she had on her Sunday jammies. And Sunday jammies weren’t conducive

to sexual rendezvous with alluring night visitors. Marissa didn’t seem at all turned-off by her ugly attire,

though. She kept unbuttoning and didn’t stop until she had Haley completely undressed. Standing there

with not a stitch of clothing on, Haley allowed the brown-eyed beauty to take hold of her shoulders and

turn her around. Once again she found herself drowning in Jay’s fathomless, silvery-blue eyes, only now

he, too, was bereft of clothes.

Oh God, he was magnificent. Built like some fantasy figure she could only conjure in her deepest wet

dream.

Every inch of him was muscled and tanned and put together in all the right ways. Her gaze traveled a lazy

path down the front of his hard torso until it reached the dark patch of hair covering his groin. His cock

jutted out from his body, and Haley’s mouth nearly dropped open as she gaped at Jay’s perfect erection.

Oh lord, she wasn’t experienced enough for a man like him. He would expect things she’d only heard

her friends whisper about in the break room. She felt a quick spurt of insecurity. Would he find her inept?

Be on his way once he realized her inexperience? It was probably written all over her face.

But to her astonishment, Jay smiled approvingly at her, his gaze hot, and leaned down to touch his lips to

hers.

A long, lazy, all-consuming kiss sent her blood soaring through her veins and nearly caused her knees to

buckle. He gently laid her down on the soft, tan carpeting, then let his mouth wander the length of her

body. His lips barely touched in some places and pressed greedily in others. Haley closed her eyes and

let it all happen.

She floated on a dream, in and out of consciousness as Jay touched off every nerve ending with his

tongue and lips. He stroked over her neck, nibbling and tasting as if she were some great feast. Slowly he

moved lower until she could almost feel his breath against her nipples. Haley arched into him and

moaned, wanting something, anything Jay could give her.

Then a second pair of lips whispered over her skin. A softer, more feminine mouth.

Haley snapped up her head and saw Marissa bending over her, completely nude. A quick spurt of

shame slithered through her for thinking how beautiful the woman was. Her skin, tanned golden like

Jay’s. Her breasts, full and heavy and deliciously tempting. Marissa’s tits were larger than her own, more

rounded. Her nipples were pink and puffy. Haley instinctively licked her lips, anticipating the flavor of

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such candied perfection. She was voluptuous, and Haley ached for a taste in a way she never had before.

As she stared at Marissa’s nude body, her gaze lingered at the juncture between her thighs. Marissa was

shaved. Her mound was smooth and tanned as the rest of her body, and Haley could easily make out the

swollen nub of her clitoris.

For some inexplicable reason, it turned Haley on more than ever. The sight caused her body to jump to

life and her face flamed. She looked away immediately. What was she thinking! Never in her life had she

fantasized about other women.

Just then the most exotic voice spoke to her in a quiet whisper.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Haley. I find you quite beautiful, too.”

Haley looked back at Marissa, and when she saw the acceptance on the other woman’s face, she

surrendered to her desires. Haley closed her eyes and made a decision. For just this one night, she would

give herself something she’d never had: enjoyment. There was no reason for questions, no real

expectations. Only desires and needs. Haley meant to make the most of it, too. She would let them

sweetly tend to her.

She reached up and touched a finger to Marissa’s pretty nipple, stroking it, enjoying the softness of the

woman’s bronzed skin. Keeping eye contact with Marissa, Haley continued playing and toying with her

breasts. It was erotic to see the woman’s eyes heat, to watch the desire start to consume her. Finally

Marissa leaned down, clearly anxious for Haley to taste her. Haley obliged by wrapping her hand around

the other woman’s ample breast and pulling it to her mouth, sucking her nipple greedily.

Someone moaned, and she wasn’t sure if it was Marissa or herself. They were both lost on a tidal wave

of feeling.

She lavished the puffy pink areola with her tongue and scraped the distended nipple with her teeth,

enjoying the sight as it grew taut and rigid for her, then switched to the other side to do the same. As she

suckled and fondled Marissa, a hand touched her own silky thatch of dark curls between her legs and