Page 13 of Mushy Stuff
I study our hands clasped together, with my 3 fingers fitting perfectly between her 4. And for the first time, I notice how close she’s sitting to me. She’s talking about her family, but I’m not listening. I’m so focused on her body’s proximity to mine. I want to keep her, I need to keep her, but I know I can’t. I can’t provide the life she needs. I’m a Guardian. I live in the woods like an animal. Gods, if one of the Elven found her…
I interrupt her. “Lydia, we need to find a way to get you home.”
Her face falls a little with that, and she lets go of my hand.
I quickly continue. “It’s not safe for you here. A lot of the fae are like my birth mother, and if one of them got ahold of you, they wouldn’t let you go.”
After a moment, she nods. “Okay, then how do we do it?”
“You came through to my world because you accidentally found a thin spot,” I explain. “We can look for other thin spots, but those are unpredictable, and no one can tell when or where one will pop up. We could look every day for months and we still may not find one. There is magic that can get you through the barrier, but we will need to buy a few supplies to do that kind of magic. There is a travelling fae market that stops just outside of my territory every new moon, when the night is it’s darkest. They will have the supplies we need.”
“When is the next new moon?” Lydia asks.
“In three days.”
Chapter 9
Threedays.
That’s all I will have with Wold.
I’m a little sad that he wants me to leave so soon. Maybe it’s crazy, but I was hoping after the wild sex that he would want me to stay. I’m not ready to go home yet. There’s a whole world here that I knew nothing about. I want to learn more about it and explore it.
If I’m honest, I also want to learn more about Wold and get to know him. I like him. It’s not really like me to get attached to someone so easily, but something just feels right about him to me, and I don’t want to leave him.
I need to shake the sadness off though. Moping around isn’t going to get him to want me to stay.
I guess I’ll just have to show him what he could have if I stayed.
Wold interrupts my thoughts. “The hoppers are done, but we need to let them cool.”
Absently I say, “Okay.”
I watch him as he moves the spit out of the fire and toward where I am sitting. I’m thinking about what happened earlier in the woods, when he chased me down and fucked the hell out of me. I want him to fuck the hell out of me again, but I’ll probably need to convince him to since he seems so worried about hurting me.
I guess I might as well get started showing him what he could have. I mean, there’s no time like the present. Except my stomach chooses this moment to growl. Okay, maybethatcan wait until after I eat.
Wold looks over at me because he heard my stomach too. “You can start pulling pieces off if you want.”
That’s exactly what I do. The moment the first piece hits my tongue, I realize just how hungry I am. I feel like a wild animal devouring the rabbit as I tear chunks off of it as quickly as I can. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten and I’m famished. I usually don’t eat breakfast, and I forgot to eat lunch because I was too excited about foraging for mushrooms.
Wold eats his so quickly that I’m honestly not sure if he chewed it. I also think he ate it bones and all, but I’m choosing to ignore that.
When I’m done, I lick my fingers and say, “Is it okay if I go inside and rinse my hands off in that pool of water?”
He nods and I go into the cave. I rinse my hands and mouth off with water, then I dry them off with the towel I brought. Then I remember that I used that same towel to wipe Wold’s cum off my thighs. Maybe it’s time to wash the towel too.
I dunk the towel in the water and try to rinse it as best I can, all while thinking about how good it felt when his mouth was on me, and how amazing those ridges on his cock felt. I was afraid when he chased me, but I was also incredibly aroused.
Wold walks in then. “Are you okay, Lydia?”
I was so lost in thought that I jump when I hear his voice. I reply with, “Yep. Just rinsing out this towel. It’s getting kind of dirty.” I wring it out and then spread it out on a rock in hopes that it will dry some. When I turn around, Wold has gone very still and is staring at me. I can see some of that feral gleam in his eye. I look at him for a minute, wondering what he’s doing. Then I remember that this is how he reacted before he chased me earlier. I’m turnedon just from thinking about what we were doing earlier, I wonder if he can smell it. “Wold, areyouokay?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Wold…” I start.
With a rasp, he says, “Lydia…”
