Page 16 of Undone

My answer was a tug, causing her to lose her balance and fall into my lap.

“Wounded beast.”

“What’s that, babe?”

“I said, you remind me of a wounded beast.”

“There’s nothing on me that’s wounded, sweetheart.”

“There is. Why else would a man hide behind all of this?” She asked, pointing to my face.

“In case you haven’t noticed, babe, we are in the back woods of Oregon. I fit right in. You, on the other hand,” I gestured to her not finishing my sentence.

“What’s wrong with how I look?”

“Not a damn thing,” I moaned, feeling my dick swell as my eyes roamed over her petite, tight curves.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

“Maybe, I do.”

She flushed again, “Why did you drag me out here, anyway? The party is back by the lake.”

“Why did you come with me?”

“I’m not sure. You seemed sad. Lonely.”

“I’m neither of those things, babe,” I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating fast because this slip of a woman saw right through me. She sized me up, with her big blue eyes delving deep—seeing the things in my soul I’ve managed to hide from everyone else.

She looked away, swallowing hard, and started picking blades of grass with her fingers; making me feel like an ass for being too gruff.

“Feel like taking a nature hike?”

“I thought we just did.”

“Nah, that was just a warm up.” I stood, giving her a hand. “What are you doing?” She started riffling through her purse that’s half the size of her. “Christ, what the hell do you have in that thing?”

She pulled out a can of mace and two twinkies, wasting no time stuffing one in her mouth.

“What? I get dizzy if I don’t eat. I inherited an unnaturally fast metabolism. And since you clearly have no intention of taking me back to where the food is—a girl’s gotta do what she needs to.”

My eyes zeroed in on the dot of cream clinging to the side of her mouth. “You going to share?”

“Nope.” She smacked her lips.

“Fine. I’ll just have to take my own taste then.” Before she could process my words, I darted down, licking the cream on the side of her mouth with my tongue.

She gasped, hand rearing back to slap me, but I caught her wrist. “I asked you to share. Aren’t you a teacher,Lucille?You should be good at sharing.”

“How did you know my name and that I’m a teacher?”

“I’m the Prez of Creed. I know everything… about…everyone.”

“Not everything,” she whispered.

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