“Too much?” I asked. I hoped like hell she wanted to keep going. I could fuck her on this quilt until we were both dripping in sweat.
She shook her head. Her arms wrapped around my neck.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t care right now how crazy it is. It feels too good to stop. Please don’t stop.”
I grinned, kissing her more passionately this time. My hand slid between us, unbuttoning her jeans and then mine.
I reached behind her, unclasping her bra as the straps fell from her shoulders.
“Your tits are fucking perfect, doc.” My chest seized as I held her soft voluptuous tits in my hands.
Her eyes were big and round, watching me with innocence and the kind of purity I hadn’t seen in years. Gretchen was fucking incredible.
I lowered her to the quilt, hovering over her. I kissed her throat and along her shoulders. Her nails dug into my back as she bucked toward me, rubbing my cock through the fabric.
“These have to go,” I growled.
“Definitely,” she agreed.
As my hands began to tug the jeans over her hips, my ears perked. I heard a shout in the distance, followed by another. My eyes flashed to hers. I froze, Gretchen’s skin searing against my fingertips, but the sound was getting louder.
I sat forward.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Shh.” I put a finger to her lush lips. I looked around us. I didn’t see anyone in the woods, but the shouting wasn’t far away.
I shoved the tank top in her hands.
“You better get dressed. We need to get inside,” I urged. “We can’t stay out here.” Fuck.
“What’s wrong?” She pulled the shirt on, grabbing her bra off the ground.
I could see the hurt look on her face, but there would be plenty of time to change it to one of pure pleasure. Right now, I needed to get her away from the clearing and back to the cabin.
“I think it would be better if we take this inside.” I pulled her to her feet and led her down the path. “You know, wild animals.” I tried to joke as
we walked, but my ears were at attention trying to pick up any sound I could.
Gretchen stopped. “Is that someone yelling? Holy shit. Are there other people that live out here?”
I shook my head. “Just keep moving. We’ll be fine. We need to get inside.”
I scanned the tree line, but there was nothing. We were in the middle of nowhere. There were no other houses for miles. Who was out there? Who was on my property? And tonight, of all fucking nights?
We stepped on the porch and I felt a sense of relief. I opened the screen door.
I looked over my shoulder one more time at the woods. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night I would make her mine. I was ready to punch whoever had ruined this for us.
Eight
Gretchen
There was that time after prom when my date told me he had to get home before curfew and left me lonely and embarrassed. Then there was that time in college when my study partner said he had only slept with me to get an A, making me feel mortified because I had been used. But neither of those experiences felt like this.
Brett’s mouth and hands had been all over me and then suddenly they weren’t. I wanted more. I needed it. It was as if he had flipped a switch just when things had been hot and heavy. Instead of explaining it to me, he jumped into Delta mode and took over like a soldier in the field. Not the man who was about to have sex with me.
I sat on the couch, the quilt he had given me wrapped around my shoulders, but he was standing at the window. The lights were off, and the blinds were drawn. What in the hell was going on?