The boys have all decided it's the perfect night to have a good ole southern style bachelor party for Tommy. I was planning something. Then I lost my job. Lost my planes. Technically they were commandeered by my boss that pays for them. But planning came to a halt. So now the boys want to do this redneck style. Bonfire. Trucks in the mud. Four wheelers flipping. Drag racing on the old Cluck farmland. And then we end up at Willies. No titties. No drugs. No lap dances. No gambling. Just good old fun like we used to have. I don't know why I'm okay with this, but tonight's been fun as hell and now we're singing our lungs out at Willie's. I've had two beers all night. Two. I'm not drunk and the party's still going strong. It's pretty fucking funny I used to think I needed alcohol to keep a party alive. I'm still the funnest son of a bitch this side of the Mississippi.
Bo, Affton's little brother, nods at me after almost pissing his pants 'cause Brandt Kenshaw was standing on a table singing I'm Too Sexy then fell off and face planted into old lady Harry's sweaty cleavage. Most action that old broad's seen in thirty years.
"Did you see it?" He's still laughing.
"Sadly." I chuckle and sip my beer.
"Noticed you ain't drinkin' much tonight." He gestures to my warm as piss beer with his golden shot of whiskey.
"I'm driving Tommy's ass home. I'm alright."
"How's that assistant Affton's got around the house? Dawn her name? Shit, I met her a few times but I'm pretty fucking drunk."
I laugh then correct him, "Carter Dawn. And how would I know?" I lift my beer.
His eyes narrow. "'Cause you're 'round Tommy's place more than he is. Figured you've seen her around the house."
"I have." I shrug. "She's cool I guess."
He lets out a heavy sigh. "You're fuckin' her." Shaking his head, he grabs another shot of whiskey.
I grin and shrug. "What can I say? Ladies love me."
"Yeah, yeah." Shaking his head, he smirks before walking away.
All of these mother fuckers. Every single one of them are tied down in a relationship. Now why the fuck would I want to do that when I can still get the pussy for free? Commitment is a high price to pay. I like my freedom.
Tommy plops down on the chair Bo had just been sitting in and when he almost rolls out, I lunge to grab him, settling him down before he busts his face open. Affton would definitely blame me for that.
"You as drunk as you were when you decided to get my name tattooed on your ass?"
"Nope," he blurts, shaking his head adamantly. "That's the best fuckin' idea I've ever had though." He laughs hard. "The girls thought so too!"
"I'm not so sure about that. Carter was pretty pissed." The image of me holding her hands above her head the other day while I fucked her hard enough she screamed keeps popping in my head. That fucking tattoo on her pristine skin was so distracting, but in a good way. Made my dick so fucking hard. My good girl got a tattoo and it's of my fucking name.
"She was." He laughs. "Oh well. I bet you like it, huh?" He finishes his drink and slams it to the table.
"Eh." I shrug. "My sub getting my name tattooed on her is kinda sexy." I chuckle and sip the beer even though I don't want it.
“Sub!" Tommy barks, choking on his words. "Carter's no sub. Are we talking about the same girl?"
"Same girl, brother. You know I don't do the whole full dom sub shit, but she submits. And she fucking likes it."
"Shit." He chuckles. "So you two..." He waves his hands in front of him. "Like, together and shit? A lot?"
I cock my eyebrow and watch him lift a shot to his lips. "Are you askin' if I'm fuckin' her on the regular?"
"Yesssss," he hisses after the shot goes down. "That's what I'm askin'. Cause Grant Matthews doesn't fuck anyone on the regular. Well, other than my fiancé...sometimes." He laughs. "But seriously." His tone lowers and his hand reaches across the table to land on my shoulder. "You fuck anyone else lately?"
"Alright." I laugh and push his hand off. "I know what you're doing. I'm just having a good time with Carter. She's good in the sack. She's sexy as fuck. And she makes my dick harder than any other chick has in a long time. I'm not hung up on her or anything. I'm not writing off other women. And I'm not going to entertain you so you can run to Affton and gossip about me." I smirk at him.
"You know that's what they're probably doing right now," he mumbles. "All the way across the world." He sighs heavily and downs another shot that's set in front of him. "I miss her." He nods. "You miss Carter?" His glazed over eyes look at me like the man didn't hear anything I just said.
"No, man." I laugh and stand. "I miss pussy. So if you'll excuse me." I wander up to the bar to a girl I can have wrapped around me with one look, but she's mediocre compared to what I've had. With a heavy sigh, I lean on the bar, contemplating tequila, but I'm Tommy's ride and I won't do that to him.
"Grant." Her hand slides over my shoulder.
"No." I remove her hand and walk away.
***
Manual labor is the worst fucking thing in the world. Give me a goddamn tattoo machine or plane and I'll kill it. Doing all this manual labor on the Kenshaw Ranch lately has left me so pissed off I want to drink just to forget it.
The only good part about today is I get my motorcycle finally, and when I pull up to Tommy's and the front door's open, I grin. That means Carter and Affton are back. I need some dick therapy.
"Honey, I'm home!" I call out, walking through the door.
The girls are sitting at the dining room table with shit fucking everywhere. Fabrics and papers and technology. Too much shit.
"Didn't you broads do this shit while you were in Germany?" I plop down and stare at Carter.
"No," Affton snips and I furrow my brows at her, wondering what the fuck crawled up her ass. "There are many aspects to our jobs, Grant. Tommy's at the tattoo shop."
"Yeah. I know." I scowl at her. "You almost done here, Carter?"
Affton's sigh is so loud she may have exhaled a lung. She storms to the kitchen.
"What the fuck's her problem?"
"Lots on her mind," Carter says softly, staring at the spot where Affton was just sitting.
"Yeah, obviously." It's not odd for Affton to be annoyed with me, but not like that. "You miss me? No love for daddy?" I smirk at her.
Her nostrils flare before she looks up at me. "It's nice to be home, yeah." A soft, slow smile lifts the corners of her lips. "And thanks for not killing my pig."
"You thought I did for a minute there though, didn't you? When I sent you the bacon with RIP over it." She was so pissed she accidentally called me during a meeting and I got to sit through ten minutes of German being translated until she blurted 'oh shit' and hung up.
"You're an idiot, Grant Matthews." She lets out a sigh and stands from the table, stretching. "Shouldn't you be at work or something?" Her eyes flash to the kitchen then back to me and there's a war going on in those pretty eyes.
"I got off a little early." I lean forward and snatch her hand, pulling her toward me. "Got my new bike."
"Nice." She smiles. "Don't fuck this one up, okay?" She rests her hand on my chest and her eyes fall to it.
"Yeah. Okay." I yank her to sit in my lap. "Why you actin' so weird?" I chuckle. "Did you forget about me while you romped around Germany with that douche?"
She chuckles and rolls her eyes. "No need to be jealous. Down boy." She ruffles my hair and there's a loud crash in the kitchen. "Affton, you okay?" Carter yells, not even trying to get off my lap.
"It's a little stuffy in here. Why don't you leave, Grant?" She calls back from the kitchen.
"Why don't you get some dick?" I yell back. "Maybe you won't be so fuckin' uptight," I grumble the rest then slide my hand around Carter and over her thigh. "She like this the whole trip?"
"Not really. The last couple of days but maybe you're right. Maybe she just needs to be fucked." With a shrug, she hops off my lap. "Let's get out of here."
"You got a curfew today?" I ask, watching her slide flip flops on. "You need shoes. We're taking the bike."
Her eyes flash to mine and narrow slightly. "O...kay," she says, kicking off her flip flops and speed walking to her room without talking to Affton when she passes by her. "Alright, let's hit it." She grips my hand and practically yanks me out the back door just so we don't have to walk by Affton again.
"You bitches fighting or something?" I put my helmet on her head, strapping the buckle.
"Now, Grant Matthews." She pulls out her best southern twang that makes my dick scream to be let at her. "That question makes me think you suddenly found a feeling or two while we were gone." She shrugs. "Don't worry about us."
"Yeah, I'm not. I'm worried about me. I don't want to be around here if she's fucking raging about shit." I throw my leg over the bike then look back to check her out in those tight shorts and shirt that shows off her tits. "Let's go, baby." I put my hand out so she'll get on.
"I can't believe I'm doing this sober," she mumbles, swinging her leg over and straddling the bike behind me.
"Get used to it." I start the bike and circle around slowly. When we get off the dirt road, I open up and her grip tightens around my waist. I forgot to mention the ride would be long, but I didn't get any complaints. When I stop at the woods, I look around and grin. I haven't been here in a long time. She gets off the bike and squats a few times from the hour long ride. "Hey, we have an hour ride. Forgot to mention that. If you need help stretching your legs, I got you." I smirk at her.
"Way to break a girl in," she says with a laugh then scrunches her nose. "Where the hell are we?" She spins, taking in the view.
"You're not afraid of heights are you?" I start walking toward the path that will lead us to a drop off with a waterfall the entire world should see, but I'm glad it's hidden.
"Not afraid, no." She follows right behind me. "Not all about these woods, though. And th..." She stops herself and I glance back to see her shaking her head. "Nope, I'm good. This is nice." She smiles at me.
I chuckle with a cock of my head at her strange behavior. "What about snakes?" I reach back and grab her hand, pulling her to my side before wrapping my arm over her shoulders, hoping she doesn't notice the rattler to my right.
"It's fine. This is great. It's beautiful." Her entire body is tense walking down this path but luckily she missed the snake. "I still don't know what we're doing out here though."
"Listen. You can hear it if you stop talking." I close my mouth and can hear the faint roar of the waterfall that's a few hundred yards away. "You'll see when we get closer. What're you wearing underneath this?" I tug at her top and she rolls her eyes.
"Nothing exciting. I didn't know you were going to steal me like you did." She pushes her fingers to my lips and pauses. "Be quiet, I'm listening." We stand here with her fingers against my lips while her eyes narrow and she tries to make out the sounds. "Is that water? There's no lake though? Or...pond or anything." She looks so confused. Her city girl is definitely shining through today.
"Run." I pinch her ass and used just enough panic in my tone she takes off. I just want to get there faster. She probably thinks we're about to be attacked. I run behind her, falling back because I can't stop laughing. As we get closer we're both out of breath and we slowly move the rest of the distance. I grab her hips. "Close your eyes." I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
"This is where you kill me, isn't it?" She throws her hands to her hips, breathing deep. "You brought me to the middle of the woods to finally get rid of me, huh?" A smirk plays on her lips.
"Actually I could kill you here and never get arrested. The county you murder a person in has to be the prosecuting county and this county has nothing in it but what I'm about to show you so I'd never be prosecuted. That being said, I still wouldn't kill you so shut up and close your eyes." I wait while she watches me speculatively.
"Fine. I trust you." She closes her eyes. "Not sure if that's a scary thought or not." She nervously giggles.
"No scarier than you always thinking I want to murder you." I pop the button to her shorts and she drops her hands. "Close your eyes!"
"What the hell is going on?" she shrieks, laughing but closing her eyes again because she likes my games too much to deny them.
"Obviously I'm taking your shorts off. I told you you owe me. I haven't had this pussy in what? Over a week or something." I slide her shorts to her feet and look up, making sure she's still hiding her eyes. After I pull her shoes off, she carefully steps out and I drag my finger over her panties. "Already wet, dirty girl." I smirk and stand, kicking off my boots.
"You missed me," she whispers, grinning, her eyes still closed.
I stand and wrap my arms around her. "Fuck yes I did. I missed that pussy." I push my lips to hers and her hands slide around my head while I kiss her. I'm putting it on a little thick today and I don't know why. I don't think I have to try that hard anymore and she'd still fuck me. I guess she's a little more than just a lay though. We're friends. She's cool. I'd call her just to hang out. Hell, I do. So we're friends. I pull back and smirk. "I forgot something." Grabbing her shirt, I yank it off her.
"Grant," she whispers, eyes still closed but a smirk on her face as she cocks her head. "Is that a waterfall I hear?"
"I don't hear anything." I lean for her mouth again and reach to her back, unhooking her bra. "If people show up, don't panic." I start to laugh when she looks at me like she wants to punch me. "I'm kidding. Only me and Tommy know this is here...probably, maybe." I take her hand. "Close 'em again."
She sighs and closes her eyes, shaking her head. "You're going to have to check me for ticks again later, you know this right?"
"You're fine. Stop talking." I peck her lips and walk her to the ledge while she walks like a baby goat, afraid of something. I laugh and put my arms around her. "Keep your eyes closed but put your arms around me."
She shakes her head. "What are you doing?" There's a slight tremble to her voice and I can tell she's trying really hard not to open those eyes. "Grant, that's a waterfall. I hear the water, what are we doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you when you open your eyes and this will be all romantic and shit. Put your arms around me like you're not embarrassed of me, dammit."
Her eyebrows scrunch together and her arms slowly wrap around my neck. "I'm not embarrassed of you," she whispers.
"You trust me, don't you?" I stare into her face realizing she's not wearing any makeup today. She's a perfect package of beautiful and sexy. Not that I care, but that's what initially drew me to her.
She waits to answer. Like it's a battle she doesn't want to lose or something. Then slowly nods. "Yeah," she finally answers. "I do trust you."
"As much as you think it, I don't want to kill you. I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Or let you get hurt." I slowly start shuffling backward toward the cliff, my arms still wrapped around her and pulling her with me. She almost opens her eyes but I slap my hand over them. "Carter Dawn, keep your eyes closed. When I say kiss me, you can open them."
"Yeah, okay," she murmurs. Her entire body has a tremble to it like she's scared of what's to come but she's not voicing it. She's letting me take the lead one hundred percent.
She shouldn't trust wolves, but I'm glad I'm the wolf she puts her trust in.
"You're fucking beautiful, baby." I kiss her softly before looking into her face as she starts to relax. "Kiss me." When she presses her lips to mine, I lean backward and pull her off the cliff with me, holding her tight enough she won't let go and get herself hurt.
"Grant!" she screams, her eyes flying open a second too late for her to stop us. "Fuck!"
It's a hell of a drop but the most exhilarating feeling ever. I let her go before we hit the water so she can prepare to plunge, but I keep a tight grasp on her hand. We plummet, never reaching bottom and when I open my eyes underwater, she's got panic all over her face. We head to the surface and I kiss her before she can catch her breath.
She growls, shoving me off her and trying to breathe but screaming at me and splashing water all over. Throwing an absolute tantrum.
"You threw me off a fucking cliff!" she shrieks, growling again then spinning in the water and looking up. "You could have fucking killed me! What the fuck is your problem!" She swipes water and hair off her face and screams again, "Grant!"
"I slipped." I shrug with a laugh and push the water off my face. "Best kiss of my life though." I reach down and grab my hard dick.
"You..." Her tone changes and she starts to laugh hysterically. "I just went off a cliff! Look at that waterfall!" She gasps and watches it then her gaze slowly turns to me and she smiles, a different smile than I'm used to from her. "Grant Matthews, you brought me to a waterfall..." she whispers.
I cock my eyebrow. "Yeah. Then I threw you off a cliff to get myself hard." I start to laugh, not sure what's going through that pretty head of hers. "Thanks for trusting me, by the way." I rub my dick again, not sure she's going to get me off now, but something's conjuring in that head of hers. She's probably taking into account what I told her about murdering people in an empty county.
"Yeah, yeah, " she says, swimming over to me. "I think you put on a real good show, tough guy. That's for sure." She giggles then splashes me with water. "Are you playing with your dick?"
"I'm not really playing with it. I'm jerking off. If you have better ideas how to get me off, I'm all for it."
She smirks then starts swimming toward the shore. "I don't fuck in lakes." She hits the shore and steps out, wringing her hair out and glaring back at me before smirking. "But I'll let you stick it in me on dry land." She pushes her underwear down and steps out of them.
"Get in the water. There're ticks and snakes on that dry land. Come over her." I wave her toward me.
She looks around with a panic before speed walking back to the water and standing there with it half up her thighs. "There are probably snakes in the water too," she says, looking around and shaking her head like she wants to say more.
"Only snake in this water is right here." I grab my dick as I walk toward her. There are probably moccasins in here too, but I won't mention that right now. Taking her hand, I pull her farther out before sitting and pulling her to straddle my lap. She slides her pussy up and down my dick, not letting me inside her yet and I groan, dropping my head back. "You're gonna kill me, baby. I've been waiting for you to get back to me and now you're torturing me." I lift my head to look at her.
Her eyes lock on mine and I can't tell what's going on in that head of hers, but as slowly as she can she lifts and lowers herself onto me, gasping at first then resting her forehead on mine. "Shit," she breathes when I'm buried as deep inside her as I can be.
I'm not used to warming up without something kinky or demanding, but my deprived dick doesn't really give a damn right now that we're taking this slow. It's just happy to be inside her. I grab her thighs, shifting her to hit deeper and her nails claw into my shoulders.
"I'm glad you're back." I kiss her.
"Me too," she says, her lips on mine. Her fingers rake through my hair and she moans, her tongue darting out as she deepens the kiss. Her hips pivot and she lets her head fall back, cursing softly as she rides me.
I wrap my fingers in her hair but let her ride this out without pulling. She's got perfect tits and my mouth covers her nipple while my hands roam over her full hips and ass. I like all women, all shapes and sizes, but Carter Dawn has the perfect body in my opinion. This is the body I fantasize about when I'm alone.
Getting close to coming, I suck a mark onto her throat. "Baby, I'm going to come in that tight little pussy," I pant, trying to hold back so she can come. I start to meet her thrusts.
"Yes," she hisses, rocking back onto me harder and faster. "Fuck, Grant," she whimpers, her body tightening and her breaths coming in shorter pants.
"You going to come for me, good girl?" I kiss her jaw, her chin, up to her lips while her head nods and her mouth opens in a gasp as I push harder. "Yeah?" I chuckle while her head keeps nodding but she's not finding her words. "Fuck, baby." My fingers in her hair hold her head steady so I can kiss her deeper and when she starts to tighten around me and starts to lose her rhythm, I take over. "Don't leave for that long again," I groan as I start to come.
"Fuck," she gasps then lets out a long, loud moan as her pussy clenches me. "Fuck, shit, " she pants, her whole body trembling as she rides out her orgasm and rests her head on my shoulder, breathing heavy.
I wrap my arms around her while we come down, the sound of the waterfall cancels out my thoughts for a few minutes until she lifts her head and looks at me.
I smile. "You still trust me?"
"You haven't given me a reason not to yet." She lets her fingers play with my hair then chuckles. "Okay, so maybe you've tried, but you haven't gotten me killed or seriously injured yet so yes. For now, the answer's yes."
"Your answer will always be yes." I kiss her before shifting her off me. "You want to jump again? We have to climb up the rocks. Naked."
Her face scrunches and her mouth drops open. "Oh my god," she grumbles, looking up to the top of the waterfall. "I mean..." She sighs. "My clothes are up there so I really don't have a choice, do I?"
"The only choice I was giving you was if you wanted to jump again once we're at the top." I head to the rocks and glance back, making sure she's following and notice she slipped her wet panties back on. She gives me a small smile then shrugs.
"It's not every day you get thrown off a waterfall then choose to fly off it again, I guess." She follows me to the path that leads us back to the top, not complaining once about the dirt, bugs, or climbing naked.
When she slips, I grab her hand and pull her ahead of me. "If you fall, I'll catch you," I tell her, not sure this was a good idea because now I'm staring at her ass and I'm hard again.
"Or I'll squish you like a bug." She laughs.
I roll my eyes, instantly going from horny to annoyed, but still horny. I push the comment off for as long as I can. Sure I've had sex with a number of women, but I don't know if she thinks she's just an easy fuck for me and that's why I sleep with her or what. She's fucking not. She's the most difficult fuck I've ever landed.
"You piss me the fuck off," I finally snap at her, looking toward the top that's still a good distance away.
"I do?" She barks out a laugh. "What the hell for? I let you throw me off a cliff and still screwed you! What did I do wrong?" She's laughing like she thinks I'm joking.
I move quickly to get behind her and grab her, making her scream, thinking we're going to fall back down this rocky path but I hold her tight against my chest. "You've got issues with your weight I don't fucking like," I growl in her ear, pushing my dick against her ass. "Fuck, you're infuriating." I bite her ear and move to her neck, not able to shake the anger I don't really think is stemming from her brief comment about her weight. But I don't know why else I'm pissed. She did let me throw her off a cliff then still fucked me.
"Right back at ya." She huffs an annoyed noise and her hand slides behind her, gripping my dick.
"You're addicting." I clamp my teeth to her shoulder and start to rock my hips, fucking her hand.
"You're a dick," she mumbles, moaning when I release my teeth. "Fuck. The last marks you left I had to cover with so much makeup," she whispers, breathing heavy. Her hand grips me harder and she moans.
"Why are you trying to erase what I do to you?" When I push her to bend, she slips to one knee.
We need to catch our footing before we fall, but my mind's not caught up yet and I climb over her, not wasting a minute as I slide her panties to the side to push inside her and reach around, cupping her tit hard. I move her other leg, putting her on both knees so I can pound into her without her falling. She lets out a moan and her hands grip the rocks, trying to steady herself as I slam into her. The rocks are cutting into my feet but I don't stop. I just reposition to get a deeper thrust and her scream echoes around the trees.
"Fuck, baby." I slap her ass hard then grab the welted area and rub. "You're the best th..." I cut off my words as I slip and my knee hits a rock, but I don't stop fucking her. I can't. I feel like a madman on the brink of the best orgasm I've ever had and I've had plenty of amazing orgasms. Some being from her.
"Oh god," she moans, her hands scraping the rocks as her thighs start to tremble. "Oh fuck, Grant." She screams out through her orgasm, her knee slipping making her scream louder as her pussy milks my dick.
My arm wraps around her to keep her from falling completely to the rocks and I let go, slamming inside her as deep as I can as I come and grunt out her name. My forehead falls to the back of her shoulder and I can barely breathe but I feel some sort of relief from the anger while I catch my breath. Her fingers lace with mine as my hand stays wrapped around her, keeping her on her knees as I lean over her, trying not to collapse. We don't talk for several minutes until I push up and slowly stand. Blood rolls from my knee and I curse. I get stupid around this girl. That was fucking stupid. We could have fallen and gotten pretty fucked up.
"Are you okay?" I help her stand and look down at her legs seeing that she's bleeding. "Fuck, baby." I huff and squat to look at her knees. "I'm sorry." I look up at her pathetically, not sure why I let that anger build like that.
"No you're not. I'll be okay." She chuckles. "That was hot, but so fucking stupid. Can we just get to the top please?"
I stand and slide my hand to the back of her head, kissing her, inhaling a deep breath as my mind calms even more. She's a good aphrodisiac but a dangerous one.
We get to the top and I see she's got blood streaking to her feet and I hate myself for whatever just happened. I threw her off a fucking cliff and I told her I'd never let her get hurt. Now, there are many stipulations to that. Pain during sex isn't off limits, but not this kind of pain. I pull on my boxer briefs then yank my shirt from the ground and lean over the ledge to get it wet with the fall. I kneel in front of her again and start to clean the mess off her legs. I've got nothing to say and I don't want to see the look on her face so I keep my eyes on the scrapes that are cut into her flesh. Kissing the one gouge, I stand and pull on my shirt before handing her her own.
"Not jumping again, then?" She pulls her shirt over her head slowly.
"I'm hungry," I grumble. "Burgers?"
She smirks. "You know the way to a girl's heart, Grant Matthews." She pulls her shorts on and shakes her hair out before twisting it on top of her head.
"Gonna need more makeup." I put my finger on the hickey I left on her throat before I put my boots on.
Her fingers graze the area and she nods silently. We stay quiet the entire ride to Tommy's. When she gets off the bike, I take a minute. I need to change, but I've got dried blood on my hands from tending to her legs and it looks like I did attempt that murder. She walks in ahead of me and my eyes scan the area.
"Are you showering or just changing?" I ask her as we walk farther into the house.
"I just need to clean up a bit," she says, "I shouldn't be long. Maybe five, ten minutes."
"I'm gonna change. I'll meet you in..." I pause when Tommy and Affton come from the kitchen. I feel like our parents caught us and the look on Affton's face says exactly that. "I'll meet you in here," I finish my sentence before moving around her and heading for the room I have here. As I'm pulling on my boots, there's a knock at the door that I know isn't Carter's.
Tommy opens it a second later. "So what's goin' on, man?" He closes the door behind him and leans against it, blocking me in the room with his arms crossed in front of him. "Carter looks pretty beat up but wouldn't tell us anything. There was blood on her legs, Grant. What the fuck?"
I chuckle, trying to blow it off. "We went to the falls. Slipped on the rocks." I grab my wallet.
"You took her to the falls?" His eyebrows shoot up. "You, Grant Matthews, took a girl to a waterfall?" His face morphs into a wide ass smile. "Well holy shit," he mumbles, chuckling.
"What the fuck is the big deal?" I narrow my eyes with a smirk. Carter got weird about it too. It's a fucking waterfall. Not a goddamn million dollar vacation somewhere tropical or something.
"Nothin's a big deal." He grins at me, hands in the air like he surrenders then shoves them in his pockets. "Where you headed now?"
"Food. You two want to join? Bring out your bike. Double date." I freeze and quickly look at him. "Affton's my date though." I chuckle, trying to play it off.
He masks the shocked look on his face too late and shakes his head. "Affton's pretty pissed, dude. I think we'll sit this...date...out." He winks at me and grips the door handle. "Be careful." He pauses then brings his hand to the back of his neck. "On the bike and all."
"I wouldn't let her get hurt," I snap my response. "Fuck. Why do you two treat me like I'm incompetent? What's Affton got to be pissed about? Carter's a grown fucking woman and if she wants to hang with me, she can. There ain't shit between us other than sex and friendship. She's cool with it, tell Affton it's time she is too."
Tommy nods. "Yeah. Will do. Like I said, be careful." He swings open the door and heads into the hallway, leaving it wide open.
I lift my fist to punch the wall but stop, gaining control. I don't know why I'm suddenly full of angst. It's been a good fucking day.
By the time I brought her back home, it felt like a fucking date. She was clingy. We were touchy feely. It was a bunch of bullshit that I didn't catch onto until after we were back at Tommy's. I didn't stay. I put some distance between us for a few days until I could clear my head. She texted a few times, and I was too stupid to ignore her, but something's definitely changed between us and I've noticed my looming bad mood has continued.
We've hung out a few times, of course we had sex because I'm refusing to spend time with her without sex. That's the only thing I want from her. It's just a benefit that we’re friends. I've commented that all we are is fuck buddies and she went right along with it, but her behavior's telling me differently and I'm pissed. At myself. Because I keep letting it happen like this is something I actually want. And I don't! I fucking don't!
The pig is playing on the shore at the Kenshaw pond while I'm lying in the grass eating sunflower seeds and she’s on her back next to me staring up at the clouds.
"You take nature for granted growing up in the city," she says, sighing and shifting to her side to look at me. "I didn't actually think I'd end up loving it here."
I move to lean over her and kiss her. "You sure it's not just this dick you love here?" I rub against her thigh, sliding my fingers through her hair.
She hums and rubs against me. "Eh." Her eyes sparkle when she looks up at me but she blinks it away and gives her head a quick shake. "It's a pretty nice one."
"Pretty nice." I chuckle and roll to my back next to her, dropping another seed into my mouth, checking on the pig that's like a happy only child while her parents took her to the pond. Fuck. I'm not the pig's parent. This is Carter's fucking pet. I'm just here to get laid.
"More than pretty nice, okay?" She nudges me, crossing her legs over mine and reaching for the sunflower seeds. She pops one in her mouth then holds one out in front of me. "Open," she whispers, grinning when I raise an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd be saying those words to you!" She busts out laughing.
I laugh and pull her on top of me. "Me either. And I never thought I'd comply." I open my mouth and she drops the seed. I pull her hair back as it frames her face while she's staring down at me. "You open."
Her eyes search mine and she slowly opens her mouth without question.
"Tongue out." I wait until her tongue extends to a point and my dick throbs against her. Feeling it, she chuckles but keeps her tongue out. I pull her face toward me and suck her tongue into my mouth before twisting my tongue around hers. Normally she lets me keep the control but her lips slam to mine and the kiss deepens with lust and...something more I'm not trying to feel.
"I really, really love the country, Grant," she whispers then brings her fingers to my hair, sliding them through it before slowly tracing each eyebrow, then down my jaw and landing on my lips. Her eyes lock with mine and there's an emotion in them I'm not willing to accept. "Really love it."
I narrow my eyes, searching hers. There's something she's not saying. Something I don't want her to say.
The stupid girl fell in love with a wolf.
Fuck.