Chapter 1

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GEMMA

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this! I’m laughing like a crazy person as I follow the zigzagging pattern of the mountain road on the way to my parents’ cabin. It’s been several months since we used it, and I need to get there in enough time to spruce things up a bit before Erik arrives.

He’s the man I’m completely in love with. I’ve been saving everything for him, and I finally turned 18 last month. I’m sick and tired of waiting.

This weekend I’m going to make him mine.

There’s just one problem—he’s my dad’s best friend.

I know I can make him fall in love with me, though. I just need to get him alone. He needs to see me on my own, away from my parents. He needs to see me as a woman. His woman.

I may have had to tell a small lie to get this to happen, but I’m sure he’ll understand why I had to do it. He thinks we’re all coming out here to spend the weekend at my parents’ cabin. What he’s really going to get is just me and him all alone for three days. Just imagining the shocked look on his gorgeous face has me smiling. He’s not going to know what hit him.

I’m not worried about him being able to handle himself out here. Erik is from Norway, so I know he’s used to harsher conditions than this. It helps that he’s built like a Norse god, I think with a grin, or a sexy Viking warrior.

I pull up to the small log cabin and step out, breathing in the fresh air. I take a second to admire the view, letting my eyes scan over the pine trees and large snow-covered mountain in the distance. There isn’t any snow on the ground here yet, but if my weather app is correct, it’s on its way.

Just the idea of being trapped in this cabin with sexy Erik has me grinning like an idiot while I start to unload my car. I made sure to buy plenty of groceries, and my dad always keeps a bunch of firewood stacked up and ready to go. We should be all set. The best part is that cell reception sucks out here, so he won’t be able to call my dad to tell him what I’ve done.

I’m going to have to do my damnedest to make sure that when we leave here in a couple of days, we do it together. Hopefully, with me so sore from all the fucking we’re going to be doing that I can barely walk to the car. A girl can dream, right?

After lugging in all the supplies and putting everything away, I start to air out the place. It’s not a luxurious cabin by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve always loved it. My parents did splurge a few years back and get a hot tub for the back deck, and I plan on putting that to good use this weekend, but the cabin itself is more rustic cozy with braided rugs and a big fireplace and a ridiculously comfortable plaid couch. There’s two bedrooms with simple, wooden furniture and down comforters and a fullsize bathroom.

It’s the giant window overlooking the mountain that makes me really love this place, though. I’ve spent so many hours sitting on the window seat, looking out that very window. It always takes my breath away. Erik has the same effect on me. No matter how many times I’ve seen him, it’s always a jolt to the system.

When I hear the crunch of tires on gravel, I let out an excited squeal and run to the door. He parks his black truck next to my car, and before he’s barely out of it, I’m running into his arms. Laughing, he wraps me in a tight hug, and I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning at how good he feels. The scent of his cologne is as familiar to me as he is, and I wish I could keep standing here wrapped in his arms.

He gently pulls away when I’m still clinging to him long after it’s considered appropriate and steps back, giving me a big grin.

“Looks like we’re the first ones here.”

He’s been living in America since before I was born, but I can still hear his Norwegian accent, and it gets me every time.

“Yeah, looks like,” I say because I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth just yet.

His eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, and mixed with his blonde hair and powerful body, he’s nothing short of stunning. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, giving him a nice stubble, and the dark sweater he’s wearing is just accentuating his broad shoulders and killer biceps. I’d just been pressed up against that hard body, so I know exactly how amazing it feels. I’ve seen him without his shirt before, and it’s an image that’s seared into my brain and constantly being remembered when I touch myself. I can’t wait to see it again. All of him this time, though.

Before he can ask me any more questions, I say, “I’ll help you get your bags.”

He only has one bag for himself, but he did bring a few boxes of food and extra supplies, so I help him bring all that in and start putting the groceries up while he sets his bag down by the couch.

“I guess I’ll go ahead and get a fire started while we wait for your parents.”

“Sounds good,” I say with a smile.

While he’s outside getting firewood, I quickly grab two steaks and put them in a container with a marinating sauce before shoving them to the back of the fridge. I can’t have him wondering why I haven’t bothered to set out food for two more, now can I?