Page 118 of Ice Wolf
She was sitting on a grassy knoll with her legs folded under her, staring at the lake. There were sounds everywhere, people enjoying the beautiful day. Children playing. Joggers. Music coming from somewhere.
This was the last place I wanted to be. Not when talking about my future and hers. At this point I certainly couldn’t use the pronouns ‘we’ or ‘us.’ There was no we in the scenario. I stood next to a tree, watching and enjoying the way the light breeze tickled her long hair against her face. She was constantly tugging at it, trying to force the strands behind her ear, but the wind wasn’t in the mood to play.
Her frustration and uncertainty were thick, her mouth twisted as it did every time she was disgruntled about something I said or did. Which was just about all the time.
Just thinking about the day we’d met, the insolence in her eyes and that way her shirt had tightened across her luscious breasts kept me rock hard and in desperate need. That would go over like a ton of bricks. Maybe I should have taken my father’s advice and stopped somewhere to get her flowers.
I noticed a patch of them off to the side and grinned. At least I was selecting them myself. Remaining as quiet as possible, Ikept in the shadow line of the trees, removing my Swiss Army knife and kneeling, and started clipping. When I had a nice-sized bouquet in my hand, I finally decided to make my move.
She tensed long before I’d reached her, but wasn’t moving or attempting to look in my direction. When I slipped the flowers in front of her, she still didn’t react. At least not at first.
“Where did you get these?” she asked. I couldn’t tell by the demure tone in her voice whether she remained angry with me, furious with the circumstances, or was simply eager and ready to move on. As long as it was far, far away from me.
I sat down beside her, immediately wrapping my arms around my bent legs. “I won’t lie. I picked them. I know, not very romantic but I didn’t think about stopping on the way.”
“How did you find me? Did my parents tell you this is where I liked to go when I need to think?”
I shook my head. “I thought if I talked to your dad, he might castrate me.”
Her laugh was hollow with a hint of maniacal. The woman confused the hell out of me. “My father thinks you’re very special. Interesting, huh?”
“Wow. That’s… terrifying since I’m certain you told him.”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“Thanks for the flowers, but if you picked them here, you ripped apart one of the projects created by kids with cancer.”
“What?” I groaned and snapped my head in her direction, absolutely horrified. When I noticed the cutesy grin on her face,I immediately shoved her down onto the grass, pressing half my body against hers without thinking.
The biggest shock was that her smile remained and I doubted if she had a knife in her possession she had any intentions of using it. We were making headway. “Just teasing.”
“You’re incorrigible. You need another spanking.” I don’t know what prompted me to tell her that other than the first real hint of our mutual attraction had been the day I’d spanked her in the middle of testing my skills.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
To prove my point and maybe my masculinity, I pulled away, immediately yanking her across my outstretched legs. The flowers flew from her hand, petals landing softly around us. Sadly, her skirt was too tight for me to jerk past her bottom. I’d need to suffice with providing a few harsh smacks over the material.
Which I did in a hurry, grinning the entire time.
“You cannot do that!” she moaned.
“I can do anything. I have the power of the beast.” Maybe the joke was in bad form, but when I brought my hand down several more times, she moaned and groaned, the sound entirely different than before. Plus, she was scooting back and forth across my groin. A dangerous situation.
My carnal needs could turn into a disaster.
“We’re in public,” she whined.
“Good of you to notice. Should I take a picture? This could make a perfect post. Imagine the comments.”
“If you do, I’ll cut your heart out.”
“Ouch,” I teased, swatting her bottom a couple more times and slowly rolling her over so she was forced to look into my eyes. Man, she was stunning, her cheeks flushed and her eyes twinkling with an emotion akin to thoughts of murder.
Yet her eyes searched mine and a strange sense of closeness returned as we’d shared in my kitchen. Call it kismet, but I felt like our relationship might turn the tables after today.
Not that we had a real relationship. We’d fucked a couple of times and argued over my bad form. Maybe my father was right and that indicated a match made in heaven.
