I know her. Molly. . . Melanie. . . What the hell is her name?
She works at the motel in town. I've seen her around a few times, too. It’s no surprise that I would recognize her, it's a small town.
“Hey,” I say, walking out of the trees. Her dog runs up and starts to sniff my shoes and pants. Holding out my hand, I let him smell me. “Is he friendly?” I ask.
“Yeah, his name is Buttercup.” Her voice comes out soft, but I can hear the pain.
“You all right?” I ask as I pet her dog on the head. He's calm now, and goes off with his nose to the ground. “Are you hurt?”
“I don't really know.” She rubs the back of her head. “I lost my footing and fell in.”
Crouching down next to her, I smile. “Yeah, I can see that. Where does it hurt?”
“My head and my ankle.”
Looking her in the eyes, I can tell she isn't really focusing on my face. She's trying to, but her eyes keep shaking in their sockets. My gaze shifts between hers, then up and down her body.
She's soaking wet to the bone. Her shirt is white, sticking to her skin like plastic wrap. I can't ignore the fact I can see her bra through the sheer fabric. It's black, standing out against her pale skin.
I can feel my shaft thicken as her nipples go stiff and goosebumps pop up across her skin. She's beautiful. With bright green eyes that are starting to refocus and a head of rich red hair. Her jaw is soft and round, and the apples of her cheeks are tinted a light shade of pink.
“Do I know you?” she asks. “You look familiar.”
Good, she's lucid and recalling information.
Swallowing hard, I ignore my body and direct my attention back to her. “Everyone around here looks familiar. You've probably seen me around town.”
Melody, that's her name.
Hovering my hand over her leg, I'm so fucking tempted to touch her. To feel how soft she is. To feel how smooth she is. I just want to touch her. But now is not the time.
“Can you move your foot?” I ask, gliding directly down to the leather edge of her boot. She rocks her foot side to side slowly. “Good, that's good. I don't think it's broken. Can I see your head?”
Leaning forward, she points at the back of her skull. “It's right here.”
Splitting her hair apart, there's a giant bloody knot on her scalp. “Oh yeah, you hit it good.”
“Am I bleeding?”
“A little, but it's not bad. You're just going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow.” Pushing myself up, I hold out my hands. “Think you can stand?”
“I'll try.” Melody places her hands in mine, and I pull her to feet. “Ah,” she hisses, lifting her injured foot off the ground. “Yeah, that hurts like a son of a bitch.”
“It's already pretty swollen.” Running my hand through my hair, I ask, “What are you doing all the way out here anyway? Did you get lost?”
Shaking her head no, her hair whips across her face, wetting her cheeks. “No, I was heading to my favorite spot to camp for the weekend.”
“And where is that?”
“It's the meadow that's tucked away on the other side of the mountain.”
“I know the place.”
I'm having trouble keeping my eyes on hers. She's so fucking gorgeous, and her see-through clothing is leaving very little to the imagination. Her shorts are tight and short, her shirt still nothing but a thin sheet of glass.
Her tits, her ass, her sexy mouth and luscious hair, it's doing things to me I can't control. My palms are sweaty, my heart is hammering in my chest, and my dick keeps twitching. I need to get control of myself because this isn't right. Not here. Not now.
“Where's your stuff?”
She sighs heavily. “At the bottom of the river.” Her eyes dart to the water. “Everything I needed is gone.”
“Is your car close?”
“No. It's parked down at Hunter Gorge.”
Thumbing my bottom lip, I look out at the water. The meadow isn't that far from here. I wasn't planning on spending the night in the woods, but I'm always prepared for anything. Pulling my pack around, I dig through it.
“How about this? I take you to the meadow since it's almost dark and we're hours away from civilization. Then tomorrow we'll figure out how to get you home.”
“I'm not sure I can walk there like this. Putting any pressure on my foot right now feels like I'm getting stabbed with a knife.”
“No problem,” I say. Taking a long step forward, I sweep her off her feet and into my arms. Her hands come up instinctively, wrapping around my neck, and she giggles softly.
That fucking giggle ignites a fire in my gut. I'm hot all over, my blood is pumping through my veins.