Arrogant Savior - Cocky Hero Club

“We have to go.” I let my eyes take her in. “You can’t go like that.”

Her head dropped so she could inspect herself. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

The fact that her jeans molded to her body like skin over curves that didn’t seem to stop was my problem and mine alone.

It was the unzipped jacket that looked like it wouldn’t hold up in a slight breeze, let alone cover breasts that appeared like they’d be heavy in my hand. I blinked away the thoughts before I got painfully hard.

“Everything,” I said. “With this snow, you’ll be lucky not to freeze to death before we get to my place.”

“How about I pay you to take me down this mountain and I can find a hotel.”

“No,” I said absolutely.

“Why? It’s an ATV, perfect for these conditions.”

“Yeah, and what if something happens, mechanically breaks down? I’ll be stuck in the middle of the forest with you in that.” I waved a hand in her direction. “It’s not worth the risk. But you’re welcome to walk it.”

I strode out of the room to grab my gear. I didn’t have time for the prima donna. If she didn’t want to come, it wasn’t my problem. Last thing I really needed was her in my space looking like a snack.

Geared up with my winter coat and boots I kept stowed in the back, I walked out. She looked like she was wearing the poor man’s version of fly-fishing gear. Dad had given her a raincoat to wear over her stylish, more to be seen and not for actual winter weather, jacket. He’d also covered her shoes with plastic bags and tied them off at her calves.

I almost offered her my coat because I wasn’t a total ass. But I’d be taking most of the weather, as the wind would come at me. Her torso would be protected because she’d be at my back. Her feet, however, wouldn’t. If we couldn’t keep her completely warm, keeping her dry was the next best thing.

“Let’s go,” I announced.

We walked through a door to the side and into a large shed-like area. Dad followed. The ATV was convenient. It was the quickest way to my place, and I used it often over my truck. The windy roads farther up the mountain could be tricky in a weather situation like this one.

After securing her bag, I straddled the ATV and said, “Get on behind me. Keep your hands under my jacket and hold on tight.”

That would put her hands close to my dick. And though she wore gloves, again they were the ‘I’m going to be outside a total of five minutes’ kind.

When she got on, even through my coat and hers, I swore I felt her soft breasts molded against me. Add her hands sliding around my waist and that made me instantly hard.

Fuck. It would be a good fifteen minutes if we were lucky getting to my place. I felt all kinds of growly knowing nothing satisfying was coming at the end of this journey.FiveJoleneTotal utter jerk, but damn, if he wasn’t so insanely sexy I wanted to throttle him. I had to bite my lip when I was forced to straddle the seat behind him. Putting my arms around him and up under his coat against rock-hard muscles nearly had me groaning in anticipation of what it would be like to be underneath him.

Not that it would ever happen. Ever. He was an arrogant ass that didn’t deserve my time. Especially when he didn’t think I was worth his. As if being a pilot made him God’s gift, more like Satan’s gag gift. I would never make that mistake again.

I’d learned my lesson hard. My standards had risen. The next man I was with would be the kind of man I’d marry. Or at least I’d go in without any expectations and no regrets.

A bump in the path broke me out of my thoughts. The ride so far hadn’t been smooth. For the little time I kept my eyes open, I’d barely seen the trees from my side view before we passed them.

Added to that, snow fell like there would be no end, blinding what was ahead. I couldn’t remember a time like this even when I lived in New York.

My face froze first, then my thighs. The raincoat didn’t quite cover enough, and snow had melted on my jeans, letting the chill in. My feet were nearly numb by the time the ATV came to a grinding halt.

For a second, I held there, too cold to move. At his urging, I got into action, albeit very slowly. I felt like a popsicle with two sticks for legs. I was so cold, my eyelashes felt frozen. I barely got a view of the rustic cabin before I was hustled forward.