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I’ve never been so hard as I was watching from the darkened corner of Blake’s bedroom. The way her fingers gripped his hips as her mouth worked him, her raven hair falling down her back in soft waves. I thought of her enthusiastic little gags every night for months as I gripped my own cock, wishing I had her mouth locked around me. I still dream about wrapping her hair around my fist while I fuck her from behind.
“Cody.” A rock hits me in the chest, pulling me from my fantasy. “Let’s go.” Blake and West are already standing on the trail.
“We said we’d give her a head start.” I step out on the uneven packed dirt of the bike trail.
“So?” West shrugs. “Since when do we do what we say we will when it comes to her?”
His attitude toward her runs so hot and cold that it’s even difficult for Blake and I to understand. West has known her the longest, his parents were close friends with hers, but something went south between him and Violet right before they died. He’s never said anything about it and he’s moody as fuck on a good day. Neither Blake nor I ever really feel like pressing him further.
“Okay, fair point.” Blake looks in the direction Violet took. “I don’t want her to get too far ahead, what if something happens to her?”
“She’s smart and capable. She’ll be fine,” West asserts. “If anything, she probably knows shortcuts to the summit, so we need to stay on top of her because of that.”
It’s a good point. Despite her parents dying in that avalanche, she’s kept up with skiing and lives an active mountain lifestyle. It’s probably the only thing to be said for her uncle. He didn’t let her cower in fear over nature and its perils.
West takes the lead, following the trail, with Blake in the middle and me at the back. I’m taller and broader than both of them so I can scan the forest with ease, even from the back. West sets a quick pace as he moves through the trees.
“Did you guys feel bad for her yesterday? All of us went off with our families after graduation and she went back to her shithole trailer. Probably alone, because I saw her uncle drinking at the bar.”
“She wouldn’t appreciate our pity,” West says over his shoulder.
“Yeah, but I saw her tear up several times throughout the ceremony. It had to be hard,” Blake says.
West pauses and turns back to us. “My mom did say she spoke to her a bit in the parking lot. She found a box of Vi’s mom’s stuff in our basement. I hope she didn’t spend the night looking through it and making herself sad.”
“Maybe we should have just gone to her last night.”
“No. She wouldn’t have let us through the front door.” West turns and starts walking again.
I exchange a loaded look with Blake before he turns and follows. We hike in comfortable silence and I keep a close eye on the tracker with my phone. It feels good to be up on the mountain, hiking through the backcountry. It’s still spring, so the weather can really go anyway, but today is warm with a cloudless blue sky peeking through the canopy of trees.
The sound of a twig snapping behind me has my head turning. A man is coming up the trail behind us in worn cargo pants and several layers of threadbare shirts. He has long hair and a full unkempt beard and he looks like he could be homeless, but on the mountain you never know. His eyes are dark and his skin is sallow. The most peculiar thing, though, is that he doesn’t have a pack on.
“Kinda early in the season for youngsters like yourselves to be up on the mountain, isn’t it?” he asks as he catches up to us. He smells awful, like he’s never met a bar of soap, and the vibes I’m getting from him have my senses going off.
“No youngsters here.” West is wearing a pair of mirrored sunglasses, but I know he’s assessing this guy in the same way I am.
He smiles at West’s answer, his lips pulling back to reveal rotted and missing teeth. At least now I know why my senses went on high alert, the guy has a bad case of what looks like meth mouth. I’d know, we had to fire six of our ranch hands a couple years back when a meth ring started a town over from Roaring Forks. As he walks off in the same direction as Violet, we all share the same worried expression, we can’t let him get too close to her.
ChapterThree
It’s been a while since I’ve been up on this side of the mountain. The terrain is a lot steeper and harder to manage than the south side, with smaller ridges and valleys to navigate before even coming to the slopes of the main peak.
I stop to pull off my hoodie and take another drink. My tongue sticks to the back of my gritty throat from whatever they used to knock me out last night. I don’t know what it was and I never want to experience that again.
Goosebumps rise along my heated skin as the cool morning air swirls around me. I pick a spot to sit on a fallen log and take in the still forest. Blue Spruce and Rocky Mountain Maple trees line the ravine I’ve been following and random stands of Aspen trees break up the green monotony with their white bark standing out in contrast. The forest floor is covered in dead pine needles and reddish dirt. All the scents mix together to fill the air with an earthy combination of soil, wet rock, and wood.
I’ve always closely linked this distinct smell of mountain air with memories of my parents. My fingers dance over the pendant from my mother that hangs around my neck. It’s just a delicate gold chain with a single pearl, very simple, but something she would wear every day. It was a gift from my father when they eloped to Mexico. I never take it off and I’m happy to know the guys didn’t mess with it.
A crow lands on the log right beside where my hand is resting. Its beady eyes stare into mine when I look over at it and in some strange way it feels like the bird is telling me to get going. Or maybe I’m still loopy from the drugs.
I stand reluctantly, my muscles sore from sleeping on the ground and a long groan slips from my lips as I stretch out all the tension. Bending at the waist and wrapping my hands around my ankles, I’m distinctly aware of the lack of support in my tank top. I’d like to give them credit for not trying to put one of my sports bras on me, but I doubt they know how to do anything other than take them off. Plus, if they’re following me closely, they’re likely enjoying the view.
I don’t see anything as I look behind me in the woods. They’re very quiet if I haven’t lost them. I moved onto a game trail shortly after running out the first clearing. They have Cody with them though, and I know he’s an excellent tracker having grown up ranching.
Trying not to leave obvious tracks as I cross the stream every few hundred yards, I look up and down the ravine for signs of the guys approaching. I know that there’s a waterfall up ahead and then the creek widens through a valley. If I had to guess, I’m probably another hour away from it. Then I’ll have to figure out a way to climb the cliff.
They didn’t give me any safety equipment for climbing and my bouldering skills aren’t great. Maybe I’ll find a trail I can navigate. At any rate, there’s no reason to focus on anything other than my immediate surroundings.
