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I press my legs together as I walk, using the pressure of my thighs to stimulate myself, but once I hear the sound again, deeper and more intense, I let out a low moan of my own.
It feels like someone, something has physically touched me down there.
And not just touched me right where I need it the most right now, someplace deeper, more special.
A primal part of my womanhood I never even knew existed, and it only wants one thing. More.
Now, this is gonna sound silly. Maybe like the overactive imagination of a girl who just maybe needs to take care of some business when she gets home. But the sound, whatever it really is. Deep and strong, like a low humming or a buzz, picks up a notch and starts to pulse.
In my ears and right through me, right where it feels so good until I actually feel like it’s calling my name.
I think Orion is still beside me, but seriously? Dog be damned. If this feeling sound whatever it is keeps up for another instant I’ll be on all fours as well, touching myself in the middle of a forest path begging who or whatever it is to come and give me a more personal demonstration.
Just when it feels like I can’t take it anymore. Just when I really do feel like something inside me is about to let loose, making me do something I’ve never done anywhere, and right now it feels like I couldn’t care if the whole world was watching.
Just as it happens, right as I’m about to explode into what feels like infinity, I hear a deep growl, a strong male voice shouting my name, as if he’s—
But it’s too late.
I try to call out for who or whatever it is, to catch me, to save me. But feeling the ground disappear under my feet and the wind rushing up, I know I’ve stepped right off a ledge nearest the edge of the trail.
Orion’s whining echoes grow distant and I almost feel complete abandon until the sharp pain in my leg, followed by my ass hitting the rocky ground in the same place I was dying to have touched so tenderly just a moment ago, brings me back down to earth.
Literally.
I majored in journalism not anatomy, but even I can tell my ankle is broken. The first attempt to move it makes me cry out in such agony I have to bite down hard, growling between my teeth.
Wishing I’d never walked that dog today, wishing I’d worn my glasses like I always do.
Mostly though, I feel a little pang of disappointment.
The superior force or whatever it was I felt watching me, even calling my name.
If it’s so damned special how could it just stand by and just watch me walk off a damned ledge?
I want to scream, but the pain is unbearable.
Suddenly, I can hear steps not too far off in the distance above in the undergrowth.
“Gillian?” I hear a male voice calling out. “Gillian where are you?”
I open my mouth to say something, but the sound is more like a cat being turned inside out by a hysterical woman electrocuting herself at the same time.
I feel sick like I wanna puke. But once I hear a large sliding sound, a man coming looking over the ledge to help. And once I catch a glimpse of him, I almost faint anyway.
It’s not so much from the pain, but from the direct association, I can make between this man (if that’s what he really is), and those sounds and feelings I had.
It all clicks.
He’s been watching me for days now, I just know it. Probably getting closer than he dared without scaring me but not close enough to stop me before it was too late.
It’s a moonlit night, and it highlights his huge muscular frame under his shirt as he moves swiftly into action.
He’s climbed down, avoiding branches and his massive arms are reaching out for me.
“It’s okay now. I got you. Uh… You had a fall,” he says in a deep, melodic voice. The same tones as the sound I was hearing earlier.
I wince in pain and he moves closer, giving me a better view. My wince of pain is almost a moan of disbelief.
The man is a fucking god on earth, adonis good looks for sure. The kind of man you wish existed, but even if they did, they’d be way out of reach.
He has on a light button up shirt and some darker colored chinos, his thick and powerful legs steadying him as much as his rippling V-line torso.
In the moonlight his smooth, chiseled jaw almost makes him look blue, two rows of perfect, your dentist could never even come close to type teeth that make me want him to bite me for some reason.
