Page 17 of Undone

My spidey-sense awakened. It was in the way she said it—breathed it, that gave her away. This little minx knows something… something she doesn’t want me to find out. I yanked her to me, “Do you have something to tell me, Lucille?”

“No,” she gasped.

“Are you sure?” I yanked harder. Her eyes widened, palms searing my skin as it landed on my pecs. Damn, her touch felt good. Maybe everyone was right about me finding someone. Her breath hitched, its sweetness fanning my face.

“You better be sure. My palms are itchy.”

“What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means, babe?”

She sputtered, looking anywhere but at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would. Spanking your cute, perky ass would give me the most pleasure I’ve had in months”

“I think a hike sounds… nice,” she squeaked.

“Are you scared, babe?” I laughed, the rich sound of it surprised me.

“Hardly. If I’m being honest…,” she bit her lip. “I’m only scared that I might like it.”

I swallowed, looking away. Rog asked me to babysit her, not introduce her to the backwoods BDSM club. But hell, if I didn’t want to induct her anyway. A blonde pixie, who’s scared of me, might just fit the bill. Maybe she’s what I need to pull me out of the mud I’m sinking in and make me feel something again. Hell, anything but the Groundhog Day my life’s been feeling like.

“A hike it is then.” I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see my lips through my beard, so I tried to speak softer. She’s acting all cute and meek, but she’s not fooling me. Her and Devon came to the other side of the country and just happened to land in our small, isolated neck of the woods?

I don’t think so.

There’s nothing in Springdale, the town her and Devon are renting in, butCreed.

The two women are up to something. My spidey-sense is going off bigtime.

Rog is too busy trying to keep his dick in his pants to find out what it is. I, on the other hand—might try something different. I’m going to do everything I can to get my dick out of my pants and in her hands. The sooner the better.

“Oh, god!” She suddenly screamed, her voice echoing everywhere.

“It’s just a black snake. Easy there,” I murmured into her hair. It smelled of sunshine as she practically leapt into my arms as the snake slithered across the dirt path.

“Hell, now all the guys are going to think I’m getting in your pants.”

“I don’t care. Just get me back. I’m a city girl. Coming to the wilderness sounded good, but I don’t do snakes.”

“Neither do I,” I muttered.

Her eyes snapped to mine.

She did it again; saw the things I hid from the world.

“But I don’t want to go back yet. I like being out here with you… sometimes I just need to forget everything I am.Hell, do I sound crazy?”

“No. I get it. I’m guilty of running. Dev thinks I came out to the west coast for an impromptu visit just to surprise her, but what I haven’t told her is how tired and bored I am of my life in Chicago. Everyone else’s life around me was evolving while I stayed stuck. I didn’t want to be suspended anymore. So, I booked a trip out here for a few weeks, hoping that when I go back—somehow things will magically be different.” This time she was the one to take my hand, weaving our fingers together as we turned and started walking deeper into the woods. We walked in a comfortable silence after having shared things we both kept buried deep inside ourselves. I knew she felt the same connection I did. We were two strangers looking at one another as if we’d never feel alone again. It was a high I had never felt before. And I didn’t want that feeling to end. I wanted to keep this little pixie, with the sunshine in her hair, to myself a little longer. She was the sun who chased my dark clouds away.

“It’s beautiful here,” she murmured, looking around at the lush ferns lining a small brook and the thick, emerald moss carpet of the forest floor.

“It is,” I agreed with eyes looking nowhere but at her. I led her farther away from camp and deeper into the woods towards a hidden place I found by chance the last time I came out here to clear my head. Fifteen feet off the path is a cluster of pine trees so thick you’d never know of the secret spot they guard. Whoever built this camp years ago must have planted them. “Careful. Follow me.” I ducked low, holding the pliable branches to the side, while trying not to break any as we passed through a small gap between the trees.

“This is… breathtaking.”

“I know. I wanted to build a cabin here, but I’d ruin this spot trying to do it. Sometimes I bring a tent and sleep under the stars here.” She turned in a circle seeing the same thing I did. My own private hideaway nestled deep in the woods against thirty pine trees whose soft needles swayed in the breeze causing a few to fall to the ground. They made a carpet of soft needles to lay down on in the shade. Frogs hopped out of my way and into the small pond that formed where a beaver dammed up the small creek flowing by. There was nothing out here but nature in its purest form and a girl who made my broken soul feel new again. I turned finding her perched on a fallen log. She was barefoot. Her tiny feet were just as perfect as she was. “I’ve never brought anyone here before.”

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