Page 18 of Fated to the Grizzly

I stand there, worrying at my lower lip.

I think about how far Orion is out of my league.

I think about being rejected by that prepper asshole. And about my dad and his obsession with my purity.

Then I think about the way Orion looks at me. Like I’m the only person who exists in the entire world.

Heart beating fast, I turn around and look for a way down to the pool. There’s a spiral staircase off the side of the hallway. I follow it, treading carefully on the narrow metal steps.

Wow, I feel like I’ve arrived at a jungle oasis. The air is deliciously humid and there are exotic plants and vines hanging everywhere. But I only notice all this for a second before my vision lasers in on Orion.

He’s stepped away from the giant rainforest shower, and he’s standing, hands on hips, watching me intently.

I take a deep breath.

This is happening.

Then I unbutton my ugly shirt. I pull it off and toss it aside. I’m too embarrassed to look him in the eye, but I know he’s tracking my every move. I unbuckle the too-big belt, and shove my threadbare shorts down. My underwear is an abomination, so I’m real quick tearing it off—first my bra, then my panties.

Here I am, naked in front of a man for the first time ever. Automatically, my hands rise up to cover myself.

“Scout,” Orion growls.

Right away, I drop them again.

I stand, cheeks burning, pussy tingling while he scans every part of me.

“Look at me.” His voice is hoarse.

I stop breathing.

Then slowly, I raise my chin.

His dark eyes are fixated on me, and the way they’re glowing is almost inhuman.

A shiver runs right through me, turning my nipples into aching peaks.

“Come to me, little one.”

Every word is a pulse of desire between my thighs.

As if he’s gotten me hypnotized, I begin to walk toward the pool. My legs are trembling, but I force myself to keep going, keeping my hands loose at my sides.

There’s a set of steps in the corner.

Don’t trip, I tell myself as I walk down them slowly.

It’s as warm as a bath. My pussy disappears below the surface of the water, then my belly, then my nipples. Instinctively, I start to swim.

I spread my arms and legs wide in the breaststroke. Wow, it feels sodifferentbeing naked in the water. So liberating.

I’m overwhelmed with shyness as I approach Orion, but the desire in his eyes gives me confidence. I stop a couple of feet away. Below the surface of the water, I can make out the dark, thick outline of his cock. It’s hard.

Because he wants me.

My feet feel for the bottom of the pool and I straighten up. But it’s shallower here, and my breasts emerge from the water. My instinct is to duck down again, but a stronger force keeps me standing up straight, feeling the heat of his gaze on them. My nipples are so hard they hurt. And something tells me that only his touch will ease them.

“Better than being in the shower, huh?” he says, and the tension breaks.

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