Page 48 of One Little Lie
I gasp when my eyes dart to his legs as he rubs and pinches his thigh muscle.
“What the hell, Hatty?” My voice is harsher than I’ve ever heard it. “You carried me for a mile when you’re hurt, too?” I drop to my knees and crawl across the small space to get a better look. When I fall back onto my heels to stare up at him, I see a man hanging on by a thread.
His eyes roam from my face, down my neck, and stop at my breasts. Sneaking a peek, I notice my hair has dripped down the front of his shirt, and it’s now see-through. My nipples stand at attention, the rosy buds on full display through the thin cotton.
“We’re fine,” Hatty grinds out. “Just get us a car.”
After tossing the phone onto a nearby cooler, Hatty crosses his arms again, then steps forward and offers me his hand. I’m about to take it when he thinks better of it and places both hands under my arms and lifts me to standing.
The sensation of my nipples rubbing against his muscular chest causes a hiss of pleasure to escape, and I feel his erection pressing into my belly.
He speaks with a hoarse voice, but my brain has turned to mush.
“Ah, what?”
That Westbrook smirk sneaks past his serious expression.
“I said, I’m going to make up our beds so you can sit down, and I’ll tend to your ankle.”
“What about your—”
“Don’t argue with me right now, sweetheart. Today is not the day. I’m a hairsbreadth away from losing my shit here, okay?”
My eyes go wide, and I give an exaggerated nod.
“Good. Just give me five minutes.”
I stand in the center of the room, watching as he moves around me with the grace of a tiger stalking its prey. He frowns when he opens the first sleeping bag.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, hobbling closer.
“Who packed this shit?”
“Er … Lexi and I shopped for some of it yesterday, and the rest, I think GG packed up from the lodge. Why?” Peering around him, I try to see what’s causing him distress.
“Is there another sleeping bag somewhere?”
“What?” I screech, glancing around.
He opens the first sack that should hold a sleeping bag and unrolls a big, thick mat. A black bottle slides across the floor as it lies flat.
Dropping to my knees, I crawl past him to see what it is.
“Jesus. Rylan, for fuck’s sake. Stop crawling,” he groans.
Glancing over my shoulder, I catch him adjusting his dick, and I snicker.Score two for team Rylan!I lean forward and reach for the bottle. Turning my head, I find his gaze firmly on my ass, and I shimmy it a little for him.
“Get a good show, did ya?”
His head snaps to attention, but he ignores my comment.
“If that’s what I think it is, just toss it outside right now. I mean it.”
Holding up the glass, I inspect it but don’t find any markings on the strangely shaped bottle.
“What is it?”
Hatty storms over—well, as much as he can while favoring one leg—and rips it from my hands.
