Page 107 of Ready Or Not

Two months later

“Jesus, Rachel.”

The unexpected voice makes me jump. I look up from where I’ve been walking the riverbed, looking for Riley. I don’t see her until she clears her throat. I look up. She’s in a tree stand right over me, rifle held facing up.

She cocks a dark eyebrow. “So much for not coming into my area, hmmm?”

Shit. I was supposed to be walking the woods quite a ways away. But I got caught up in this stream and kept finding skeletons of mice, muskrats, and even a deer, so I followed it.

I grimace. “Sorry.”

She shakes her head, but there’s a small smile. “Come here.”

I frown, looking up at her on the small platform.

“Come up here.” She motions.

I walk to the base of the tree. “I don’t think there’ll be room.”

“I’ll make room. Up here, now.” There’s demand in her tone, so I drop my bag and climb up the ladder. It’s rickety, and I feel it moving with every step. But when I get to the top, Riley has made just enough room for both of us to stand.

I feel the stand shift, and I grip onto her, brushing her chest. Immediately, I let go of her, trying to make space. “Sorry.”

I expect her to freak out, but she just looks at me with those dark, expressionless eyes. “Again.”

“What?” I look at her, thoroughly confused.

“Touch me,” she says quietly.

I freeze.

Riley chuckles softly, then grabs my hands. She yanks me closer to her, and as I tip into her, she smashes her mouth to mine in a kiss. The press of her soft, full lips to mine makes the blood rush to my pussy. Riley kisses me harder, tracing her tongue along the seam of my lips until I open to her. I sneak my tongue out to meet hers, and she groans into my mouth, melting into me and pulling me closer. She nips and sucks and licks, worshiping me with her mouth. I can feel the press of her lips shoot sensation all the way through me.

Riley pulls back for a breath, a slight smirk on her lips. I blink, also breathing heavily, only to notice that my hands are on her tits. Where she’s placed them.

I try to yank them back, but she keeps them there. “Touch me.”

“Riley, I…”

“I want to try it.” She looks at me, her dark eyes remaining the same. I see no anger or pain in them. Her tits are soft and pillowy and feel so fucking good under my hands. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra, and it just makes my cheeks flame hotter. I pull my hands away just enough to trace them around. When Riley feels what I’m doing, she lets go of my hands completely, letting me explore. I trace soft circles around them, feeling theirfullness even under her shirt. She’s so soft and perfect and just…everything. I feel my pussy getting wet.

“That’s pretty gay for a straight girl.”

My gaze darts to hers, and there’s a twinkle in her eye.

I shake my head and open my mouth to say something, but Riley lifts her shirt in one go. “Uh uh. If that mouth’s gonna open, it’s gonna be to suck titties and nothing else.”

I stare at her perfect breasts, then at her eyes.

“I’m good, Rachel. You feel good.” Her pupils are wide. “Now suck.”

I lean down, anticipation buzzing along my skin. For a second, unsureness fills me. I don’t know how to suck a titty or make it feel good.

“Here.” Riley’s hands snake behind my head, and she pulls me to her, lining me up with her nipple. “Lick.”

Tentatively, I stick my tongue out and swipe it across her nipple. I see the nipple pebble, and Riley lets out a soft breath. “Again.”

So I do. Riley’s reaction is everything. She grips my hair tighter, pulling me closer. So I close my lips around her nipple and suck. Her breast is soft, but her nipple is hard, and I roll it around in my mouth. Riley groans, falling back against the tree. I stumble into her, and she catches me, breathless. I look into her eyes, and it doesn’t fill me with discomfort. Just a sense of…peace.

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