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stepped across the hall. He pounded on Milo’s door with his clenched fist. “Get your ass in gear, Milo,” he shouted. He hit the door with open palms and stormed away. Sven threw the front door of the cabin open. “I’m going to check out Bear Basin. There’s been a report of traps up there. I’ll see you later,” he yelled over his shoulder before slamming the door closed behind him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Carolyn jumped when she heard the door to Milo’s room hit the hall wall. “What the fuck is the matter with you this morning, Sven?” Milo stood in the doorway of his room scratching his balls. “Where the hell did he go?”
    “He went to Bear Basin,” Jacob said as he got out of bed.
    Milo strolled across the hall. “Now that’s a nice sight first thing in the morning.” He was fondling his crotch.
    Carolyn’s sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Jacob and Milo stood in the doorway. Jacob was naked, and Milo wore only blue bikini briefs.
    “It sure is,” Jacob agreed.
    Carolyn blushed. She realized she was naked. She pulled the sheet to cover her breasts. These men must think she had no morals. “Oh my,” she said.
    “She sounds embarrassed,” Milo said, but he did not avert his gaze.
    “She probably is,” Jacob whispered.
    “Why?” Milo asked, his eyes never leaving her.
    “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her? I’m going to make breakfast.”
    Jacob left the room, leaving her alone with Milo. She looked around the room. Her clothes were scattered everywhere. She blushed crimson thinking about how she’d felt last night.
    “You’re blushing. Why?”
    “I’m embarrassed.”
    “For what?” Milo left the doorway and entered the room.
    “I’m naked in a strange room with a man in his underpants. A man I only met yesterday.” She looked into his green eyes. “I don’t know you. I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”
    “Never done anything like what?” He moved closer to the bed.
    She scooted to the headboard, dragging the sheet with her. She closed her eyes and swallowed.
    “Are you afraid of me?” He sounded concerned.
    “No, I wish I were. I’d be able to understand that.” She opened her eyes. He stood at the side of the bed. The bikini briefs were tented with his erection. She could see it pulsing through the fabric.
    “What haven’t you done before?” he repeated. His voice was slightly teasing, coaxing her to relax.
    She wasn’t proud of it, but she wasn’t going to lie about it. “I fucked a total stranger…not once but twice.”
    Milo glanced at the door. “Lucky bastard.”
    She had to laugh. “You don’t think I’m a bad person because I did that?”
    “Hell no, Jacob’s my friend. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy, unless that guy is me. I would really like it to happen to me.” His puppy dog eyes settled on her.
    “Are you asking me to make love with you?” Her eyes moved to his crotch and were riveted to the bulge in front of her. Her body began to react to that thought.
    “If that’s what it takes to get my cock inside of you I am.” His words sounded beseeching.
    She licked her lips, an unconscious movement. She was wondering what he would feel like inside her.
    He groaned. “Oh, baby, you don’t know what that does to me.”
    “What did I do?”
    “Your tongue.”
    She touched her moist lips. “Oh.”
    “I want that on my cock.”
    She’d never felt like this before. Sex was always nice, but she’d never really let herself go. She’d never given herself over to her fantasies. She always controlled herself, afraid of what would happen. She’d let go yesterday, and nothing bad had happened. Only good had come of it. Maybe these guys were just what she needed. Maybe they could fill the lonely hole in her heart. They didn’t seem to be judging her. She felt emboldened by his words. Maybe she would let herself go today, too. She smiled. “You want your cock in my mouth?” She looked up into those green eyes.
    “You got
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