The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) by Natalie Stark

plucked my bra from the floor and hastily put it on. I was still fumbling with the fishhook at the back when the door to The Cabin swung open. The man who had just moments ago been watching us through the window now stood in the open doorway. He was tall with dark brown hair, which was dripping wet with rain. He had sharp blue eyes, and a heavy stubble covered the lower half of his face. I guessed him to be about twenty-six. He wore a long dark coat, jeans, and boots. He was so broad that he blocked the fading light coming through the open doorway. He glanced at Ben, then at me as I stood in my high heels, black silk stockings, and skimpy underwear. He let his crisp blue eyes travel slowly up and down the length of my body. I felt naked beneath his keen stare. 
    Ben saw him looking at me and said to the stranger, “Who the bloody hell are you?”
    “I could ask you the same thing,” the man said, stepping in from out of the rain.
    “Me and my wife have booked this cabin for the night,” Ben told him, stepping in front of me, so as to block the stranger’s view of my semi-naked body. There was a part of me that didn’t mind the man staring at me. The look in his eyes briefly reminded me of how Ben had once looked at me before fucking me.
    “Then there must be some kind of mistake,” the man said, his voice deep and strong. “Me and my wife have also booked this cabin.”
    “Your wife...” Ben started, stopping as a tall, dark-haired woman stepped into The Cabin behind the man.
    She truly was beautiful. Her skin was a dark olive colour and smooth. She had a mass of thick dark brown her that trailed over her shoulders. And even though she wore a long black coat, not too dissimilar to her husband’s, I could see she had a good figure. She closed the door behind her.
    “I’m sorry, but you can’t stay,” Ben said, still shielding me.
    “Where do you suggest we go?” the man said, taking his eyes off me and looking straight back at Ben.
    “Back the way you came,” Ben quipped.
    “Impossible,” the man said. “It’s almost nightfall and it’s raining. The paths out there are treacherous. You can risk your wife’s life by leading her back down the mountainside in the pitch black and rain, but I value my wife more dearly than that.”
    “There isn’t enough room for us all,” Ben said.
    “I don’t know,” the man said, glancing through the open doorway and into the bedroom. “That bed looks big enough for all of us.” Then turning, he looked straight back at me. “What do you think?”
    My heart began to flutter as I stood behind Ben and stared at the stranger.
    “Don’t be so disgusting,” Ben shot back, his voice sounding suddenly angry.
    “Take no notice of Jack,” the woman suddenly spoke up, taking off her coat. “He is just teasing.” She smiled at Ben.
    Turning to face me, Ben said, “C’mon, let’s get our things together. We’re not staying.”
    “But we can’t leave,” I whispered. “I booked this place for us. It was expensive.”
    “Then we’ll demand a refund when we get home,” Ben said, taking me by the arm and guiding me towards the bedroom. My heels clacked over the wooden floor and I could feel the eyes of the stranger looking me up and down.
    “We can’t leave now,” I said, stopping by the open bedroom door. “It’s like the guy said, its dark outside and it would be dangerous...”
    “Listen to your gorgeous wife,” Jack cut in with a smile, sinking down onto the black leather sofa next to his wife. He put his arm around her shoulder. Without her coat, I could see she was wearing a thin cotton shirt, which was open at the throat. Her breasts strained against the cloth.
    “Why don’t we just all relax?” the woman smiled back at the both of us.
    “Sounds like a plan, Jess,” Jack said, picking up one of the bottles of wine from the small table. “Let’s all have a drink.”
    “No thanks,” Ben growled, easing me into the bedroom and closing the