Page 18 of Undone

“I guess that makes me special.”

“It does.”

She giggled as I snapped a fern and tickled the bottom of her foot with it.

“Stop!”

But I only kept going. “I just learned your first secret. You’re ticklish.”

“Am not. I was laughing at you.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! You have pine needles stuck in your beard. They’re everywhere.”

I dropped the fern at her feet to feel my beard. Son of a bitch, she was right. Dozens of the damn things were stuck on me. “I didn’t have this the last time I came here,” my fingers tried in vain to get them out of my beard.

“Here. Let me.” She stood in front of me tenderly plucking the pine needles off me. And there it was again. The strong current running from her to me. Maybe it was invisible, but it was there, nonetheless. I didn’t even attempt to try to stop myself. I cupped her face with my hands and brought my face down to hers. My lips found hers and damn, if I didn’t feel butterflies in my stomach as our tongues touched. I groaned, trying to deepen our kiss but she pulled away giggling. I frowned, pride wounded as my hands dropped from her.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s your beard. It’s tickling my face.”

My blood was hot. She woke up everything in me… especially the lust that had been dormant for so long. I wanted to erase the fits of laughter coming from her and replace it with moans. I wanted cries of pleasure to fall from her lips. I charged forward, grabbing her and threw her over my shoulder. I laid her down in a bed of soft pine needles. “Let’s see if you’ll laugh when my beard touches every part of your body,” I growled as my hot lips found her collarbone. Her hands threaded through the back of my hair, her legs parted, and I knew she wanted me too.

“Mine,” I growled, against her flushed skin not caring if I sounded like a crazy mountain man. My hands found the hem of her shirt and lifted it high above her head. I tossed it to the ground. My eyes roamed over every inch of her creamy skin. Her small breasts were high and tight just like the rest of her. I brushed my thumbs across her nipples, already tightened to peaks in her bra. She moaned as I rid her of that too. We spoke no words as I made love to her with my mouth and hands. My beard brushed over her soft skin. I feasted on her breasts until I needed to taste her. I moved down her stomach feeling her hands still clutching the back of my head. I unzipped her shorts, pulled them down and inhaled her musky, womanly scent. After removing the thin scrap of lace in my way—I wasted no time diving in. She bent up off the forest floor as my tongue licked her slit from top to bottom. I pushed her back down with my forearm, continuing to pleasure her—feasted on her juices as they flowed for me. I buried my face between her legs, hooked them over my shoulders, and grunted as she came against my mouth again and again.

Finally, she begged for me to stop… that she couldn’t take anymore. I lifted my face and our eyes caught.

I was the beast that had fallen under her spell, smelling her on me every time I breathed.

I knelt by the stream, cupped water with my hands, and rinsed my beard. “My men would smell you on me. I don’t want any man smelling you, but me.”

“That’s presumptuous.”

“It’s the truth.”

“What if some other man back at the campfire tonight catches my eye?”

“Impossible. None of them can compare to me.”

“Your ego is as big as you.”

“Probably. But it’s the truth and you know it.”

“I don’t. I don’t know a single thing about you… “

“And yet you saw more than most. Come, I’m hungry and it’ll be dark soon.

I tried avoiding Dev’s curious eyes as Smith sat next to me around the campfire. But I knew I couldn’t hold off my best friend for long. He was practically pissing in circles all around me; marking his territory, prompting Dev to mouth,“What the hell?”

Smith sipped a beer, chatted with his friends and asked a pledge to fetch us both a plate of food, while never letting a second go by without the brush of his body against mine. A hand on my knee, brushing a moth from my hair, or running a finger down my bare arm where the telling goosebumps let everyone know—just what his touch was doing to me

Someone pulled out a guitar and strummed a few cords. Another pledge came by handing out refills and that’s when Dev made her move to get me away from Smith. She stood over the two of us, interrupting Smith’s conversation. Her eyes were dark as she stared him down. “Sorry. She was my best friend long before you ever laid on eyes on her.” Dev quirked an eyebrow at me and held out her hand. Smith grunted, reluctant to have me leave but I felt his hot eyes searing in to my back as Dev led me to the restrooms a good football field away.

“What the fuck, Luce? Smith is acting crazy.”

“I know.”

I knew she was dying to grill me on WTF was happening between me and the mountain man, but she held off until we both took care of business and the restroom cleared out.

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