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It’s still early, the sun has barely peaked the horizon, and the club is serenely quiet. So quiet I can even hear birds chirping in the trees. When I step through the front door, I find Jessie passed out on the couch, still fully clothed with an empty bottle hanging out of his hand. Judging from the mess of his knuckles and the blood on his jeans, last night was a success for him.
Not so much for the little rat who had tried pressing charges against Tac for criminal damage. Being fair to Tac, he’d asked the guy to move his truck out of his parking spot in front of the studio nicely the first time. Maybe if the asshole had listened, he wouldn’t have got the sledgehammer through his windshield.
I down a glass of water before changing into some sweats and a tank top. Then on my way back out the door, I tie up my hair and push in my earphones.
Fallen branches crunch beneath my feet as I charge through the woodland. I’ve done my usual circuit around the compound, the same route I run most mornings. But today I feel like I need more. My head’s starting to clear now, but my muscles ain’t aching enough, and the blood ain’t flowing fast enough under my skin.
I know my latest opponent is gonna be challenging to beat. I came across him when I first got myself on the circuit. He’d been solid back then, and if time has been as generous to him as it has to me, to beat him I’m gonna need to be mentally and physically unstoppable.
I decide to push myself a little further, running through the trees and crossing the compound's perimeter. Technically I’m breaking rules. Souls ain’t permitted on the reservation next door, but it’s early, and I’m far enough away from their village to go unseen.
I keep my mind focused on my upcoming fight, trying not to think about the latest shit Autumn’s landed himself in, and after losing myself for a few minutes I suddenly realize how thick the forest has become. I’m struggling to dodge the trees now, and I bring my feet to a halt when I notice a water edge up ahead of me.
Water cascades over tall rocks on my right, into a crystal clear river in front of me, then carries on a journey downstream to spill over a much smaller waterfall ahead.
I’ve never crossed the border before, and this place is fuckin’ beautiful. But it ain’t the scenery that's keeping my feet rooted to the ground.
Everything else surrounding me seems irrelevant when compared to the girl dipping her toes in the water on the opposite side. I flick the earphones from my ears because she’s so fuckin’ perfect she deserves silence. My tongue licks at my dry lips when she raises her white cotton dress up over her thighs, revealing her long slender legs as she wades deeper into the water.
I watch, mesmerized, when she carefully unties the two long plaits that hang either side of her head, then leans herself back so she’s completely submerged and staring up at the bright blue sky.
Soaked cotton sucks to her skin, revealing the outline of perfect round tits, and a narrow waist set on curvy hips.
Her hair is jet black, and the warm tones of her skin suggest she’s one of them. Our neighbors. The tribe who are yet to show anything other than hostility toward us.
Eventually, her hand reaches out to a nearby rock and she retrieves a bar of soap, which she works over her body and lathers against her skin. The bubbles float away from her, following the ebb of the water downstream, meandering through the rocks that stand in their path, before dropping over the smaller waterfall.
Her fingertips skim the water’s surface, and my knees almost give out on me when she pulls the soaked dress up over her head and exposes herself completely.
The female form ain’t something I’m unfamiliar with, in fact, I’d go as far as to call myself an expert on it. I’ve appreciated it in all its forms since being here at the club. But this… hers… it takes the fuckin’ breath out of me.
None of it distracts me from the fact that her eyes are filled with tears though, and when her hand slams hard at the water in front of her and she screams out in frustration, I find myself intrigued.
She hides her face in her hands and starts to cry. Loud heavy sobs that, somehow, I feel throbbing in my own fucking chest.
The girl’s clearly hurting real bad, and despite not knowing anything about her other than the fact she’s one of them, I feel the urge to go to her and comfort her.
I want to know what’s causing her pain, and crazy as it sounds, I think I want to fix it.
My heart beats faster than it ever has during a fight, and the need to be closer to her takes over all rationality.
My feet start moving closer to the water's edge, and when a twig snaps beneath my sneaker, it flushes a bird from the tree above me.
I freeze when her head lifts out of her hands and her eyes instantly lock onto mine.
I’m a prisoner to her gaze, and I can’t figure out why the hurt on her face isn’t morphing into fear.
I look like a fuckin’ creep standing here watching her, yet she doesn’t appear at all threatened by my presence. Her head tilts slightly, and her sad eyes study me. It’s almost as if I intrigue her the same way she does me. I wait for realization to set in, expecting a scream, or a rock to get thrown in my direction. But more time passes without reaction, so I decide to acknowledge her with a tip of my chin. Without taking my eyes away from hers, I slowly replace my earphones and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as a subdued smile breaks onto her face. It’s so damn pretty that it makes my already hard cock stretch to the point of pain.
I don’t know why, but suddenly this whole situation seems dangerous, and I back away from the edge, turning and running before I take that cute little smile as an invitation.
I move as fast as I can to get away from her but before I make it back to club territory, I have to stop and catch my breath. Resting my palm against the trunk of an oak tree, I suck oxygen through my nostrils as my heartbeat tries to regulate.
The Natives hate the club, the club hates them. The fact we’re fuckin’ enemies makes her completely off-limits.
Forbidden.
A forbidden little creature that I’m already desperate to see again, and I can’t walk out of these woods without promising myself that I'll make that happen.
