Page 28 of Revelry
“You’re so touchy. I only had a little nap-nap. I woulda been fine.”
“Sure you would,” I scoffed.
We both began to climb down and it was going fine, I was only mildly panicking but we were nearly done, just a few branches to go, when I heard a loud crack and she screamed.
“Gertrude!”
“Owie, owie, owie!” she shouted.
“Gertrude, talk to me?”
“I hurt my foot. I can feel it bleeding, I don’t think I can use it,” she moaned.
“Okay, can you get to me?” She was on the opposite side of the trunk and I heard her moving.
“I think so,” she grunted.
“Climb on my back, wrap your legs around my waist.” I felt her tiny hands dig into my shoulders and her legs clamped around my waist but dangled low over my crotch.
“I’m too heavy,” she complained.
I almost laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m slipping, I can’t get a good grip!” she cried, right in my ear and I could feel her sliding down me.
“Gertrude, you’re pulling me backwards! Can you shimmy round to my front?” I asked, right as her arm twisted around my neck and choked me.
“Ooh, sorry!” she huffed in my ear as she worked her way around to my front, sliding her legs. I brought a knee up to stabilize her and then she was shimmying, squeezing herself between me and the trunk. “We’re not too far from the ground now,” I said. She nodded, her curls bouncing over my face, the scent driving me wild, and damn, my dick decided to notice how close we are. I gritted my teeth and tried to step down a branch with her koala’d around me.
I tipped backwards and threw my weight forward to right myself, pinning her between my chest and the tree. Her breath puffed over my face, vodka and sweetness. Then I spotted the moment she felt my dick.
“Tate,” she breathed, and my dick decided to get even harder. I practically slid us down the tree I scaled it that quickly, needing to get away from her before I did something stupid.
We finally touched down but she didn’t unwind her legs from around my waist.
“Shall I get down?” she whispered. I refused to look her in the eye even though her face was all I could see.
“No. Let’s get you inside, the ground is muddy, full of sticks and stones.”
I marched us inside, her still wrapped around me, pressing against me so perfectly that I just wanted to throw us down on the nearest surface and stare deep into those eyes, watching them go wide as I pressed into her.
My jaw clenched so hard it cracked.
Her back door was thrown wide open and the lights of the kitchen shining bright. Once we were at her kitchen table I stopped and stood still. It took her a moment to realize we were there and I finally looked at her.
She was staring at me with an expression I hadn’t seen since we were teenagers. Taking me back to the night she asked me to kiss her and I refused, like a fucking idiot. Her tongue swiped out across her plush lower lip and her eyes dropped to my mouth. My heart was beating like a battle drum in my ears and I swear my eyes fluttered closed.
Then I came to my senses.
“First aid kit?” I rasped.
“Bathroom cabinet,” she murmured. She didn’t drop down and I headed around the table, hoisting her higher up, getting a good grip on her. My hands rested under the fleshy cheeks of her ass. So badly I wanted to dig my fingers into the skin and rock her into me.
But I didn’t.
Because I don’t want this. I don’t want people in my life. I don’t want closeness because it gets messy. I can’t cope with messy.
And Gertrude is the messiest person I know.
