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I quickly shake that unhelpful thought out of my head and look into his eyes. They’re mesmerizing with the orange of the fire reflecting inside them. A few days of dark stubble covers his strong chin and sharp cheekbones. His dark hair is a mess, but it still looks good. He’s extremely hot. The kind of guy who belongs on the cover of a calendar, not creeping around in the forest.
My eyes dart down his hard toned abs to the colorful skirt he’s holding up around his waist. Is that?
“Are you wearing my tent?!”
“Yes,” he says in a deep voice that drawls out like a growl.
“Why?!”
His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. “I… uh… don’t really have a good answer for that.”
“That is incredibly weird.”
He just stands there, staring at me with a look of awe on his face. Warm tingles start spreading through my body with the way he’s looking at me.
I must look horrible. It’s been days since I bathed in the river and the clothes I’m wearing are more functional than fashionable. I’m afraid to see what my hair looks like. It probably looks like I walked into the salon and asked for the ‘wild birds’ nest’ hairdo.
Why the hell am I even thinking of this? Who the hell cares what I look like?
I jerk the gun up as I grit my jaw. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”
“I want you,” he says as he takes a step closer. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re gonna get a bullet in your fucking forehead if you take another step.”
He stops and his back straightens as he looks at me with a firm stare. The tent drops an inch and I swallow hard when I see the thick root of his cock. And it is thick. Extremely thick.
“This isn’t going how I had hoped,” he says as he runs a hand through his dark hair. My eyes dart to his huge round tricep as his arm goes up. He really is gorgeous. Creepy, but gorgeous.
“And how did you hope this was going to go?” I ask as I take a step back with my bag hanging on my shoulders. “That the poor innocent girl at the campfire wasn’t armed? Huh? So, you could do anything you wanted to me?”
“You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he says in a way that sends heat shooting between my legs. “And I don’t think you’d object if you knew.”
“I guess we’ll never find out,” I say in a tight voice. “Give me my tent back.”
With a shrug, he lets go of the nylon and my tent falls to his ankles. The warm glow of the fire is enough to light up his entire body that’s currently on display for my wide unblinking eyes.
I’ve never been the kind of girl who wanted to see men naked, but with him, I can’t stop looking. His long powerful dick is hanging low down his muscular thighs. It starts to thicken even more and rise up with every second I’m staring at it.
My mouth begins to water as I watch the vein pulse along his shaft as the big head swells up and slaps against his abs.
I squeeze my thighs together, feeling the heat pooling between them. A strong desire to slip my hand down there and take care of the intense throbbing between my legs tries to take over, but I fight it with everything I have.
He’s hard as a rock and staring right at me. Precum starts leaking from the tiny slit at the top and drips down his beautiful shaft, all the way to his huge balls that are swaying beneath it, looking so full and ready to unload.
I gulp as I look back into his hungry eyes. This man is hard for me.
“See anything you like?” he asks with a grin on his sexy lips.
“No!” I shout as I shake myself back to reality. “Step away from the tent!”
He does as I say and steps back into the darkness. I can only see part of his silhouette now and I’m not sure if I should throw a log on the fire, get my flashlight, or ask him to come back. My body is craving that big cock even though I would never. Not here. Not like this. And definitely not with a creep like him.
I keep the gun pointed at him as I rush forward and grab my tent. As soon as I have it, I run back and quickly crumple it up into a messy ball.
“You go south,” I tell him, “and I’ll go north.”
“I’m going where you go,” he says with a possessive tone to his voice. “I’m not leaving you now that I’ve finally found you.”
“If I see you again, I’m pulling the trigger,” I warn. “I’ve been playing first-person shooter games since I was in diapers, got that? I’ll put one right between your eyes. Don’t test me.”
