I tell myself this truth repeatedly, but reality keeps slapping me in the damn face.
I could’ve lost her.
What would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten up and left tonight? What would’ve happened if I hadn’t seen her and Troyat the festival? Everyone in town is down at the base of that mountain. There’s a huge possibility I could’ve missed them all together.
Then what?
What would’ve happened?
Would she have gone home with him?
Would they have planned a second date?
Would he have kissed her?
That old fuck touching my kitten’s lips?
Fuck!
Rage boiling, I turn down the old logging road to the left of the mountain, the silver light from the moon nearly disappearing amidst the cover of pine.
“Where are we going?” Her tone is nearly a whine, and part of me wants to pull over and reassure her, tell her she’s safe, remind her that I’m only doing this because I love her.
A bigger part of me knows what a fucking mistake that would be, so I keep my mouth closed and ride, bumping over gravel and divots in the seasonal road.
She grips my thigh with one hand, the frame of the bike with her other as I lean into a curve, the road dropping off into blackness on our right, trees rising up on the left.
The light from my headlamp catches a sign, half hanging on a nail.
Campground one mile. I’m not sure if that’s good or not.
What the hell do I do when I get her to the campsite?
I still don’t know what to say, what to do, how to react. I’m angry. Angry and territorial. Angry and frustrated. Angry and desperate to touch her again. To feel her tiny little frame against my body. To slide my cock into her tight little core and make her mine.
A hollow burning ache takes over in the pit of my stomach as the campground emerges from the dark. I slow my bike tothe edge of the gate, punch in the code my buddy Kade gave me days ago, and wait for the barrier arm to lift as the scent of damp earth and wood-fire smoke fills the air.
“You’re not seriously taking me camping tonight, are you?” She twists back as I ease the bike forward through towering pines and over more gravel, toward the sign for campsite thirty-one. Apparently, Kade has a tent set up for me there. I’m hoping he’s put some other essentials out as well, but if he hasn’t, we’ll make do for the night. I don’t plan to stay here for long, anyway. This is a pit stop. A place where I know no one will bother us. A place where cell reception is lost to the trees and time exists only in the moment.
She shifts in front of me as I slow the bike again, her spine straightening, her shoulders tight.
How the hell do I do this? What do I say to her? How do I handle this when all I want to do is pin her down on the ground like a fucking bear and plow her little pussy raw until she admits that I’m where she belongs?
Pushing down the sick fucking urges driving through my body, I guide the bike between two stumps and kill the engine, letting the last of the vibrations fade out of my bones before I lift off the bike.
I needed that second. Hell, I need about twenty more, but Nikki is already squirming and huffing like I’ve drained the last bit of patience out of her. Can’t blame her, really. I have no right to do what I’ve done.
“Well,” she tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, “you didn’t kill us on that thing, so good for you,but… what… are… you… doing?You can’t bring me out here in the middle of nowhere and think I’m actually going to stay, right?”
She grabs her phone out of her back pocket and stares down at the screen, flicking left and right before drawing hergaze up toward mine in the dark. “There’s no cell reception. You did this on purpose. What were you thinking?” Her head flicks back and forth in the dark woods as though she’s surveying the area. “Not to mention that this place is like a ghost town. We’re going to get eaten by a bear or something!”
Her tantrum shouldn’t turn me on, but for some reason the more she kicks her little feet in the dirt, the harder my cock gets.
Unless she wants me to fuck her raw like a wild animal, ignoring her is my best option. I walk toward the fire ring and use the lighter from my back pocket to ignite the kindling Kade has set out. It’s slow to catch, but after a couple of tries, the flame ignites enough that I’m able to coax the fire to life with a few twigs.
I stay crouched over the blaze, letting my hands focus on work, on something that doesn’t mess me up inside, but I hear her shuffling towards me, and my chest is tightening again.
I grit my teeth and focus on the flame as it pops and sparks, ignoring the raging fucking hard-on pulsing at my zipper.
