Page 17 of Dizzy

“Caught you,” he says.

I don’t know what to do. This can’t be good. Why’s he smiling?

Well, when in Rome? I offer him a tentative grin in return. “Want to go again?” I pant between gasps.

He laughs, low and gravelly. It vibrates against my belly. He’s lying on top of me, but he’s keeping most of his weight off. My legs are pressed together, his knees bracketing my thighs, my hands braced against his chest. He could do whatever he wants. He’s double my size.

My heart skips, and heat flows to my pussy. Dumb body. I should be fighting. Struggling. Instead, I gently press my fingers into his pecs, test the muscle. He’s as solid as a rock.

The woods are silent except for the wind in the treetops and a goose honking high overhead. I spread my fingers. His heart thumps against my palm. He doesn’t stop me. He lets me explore. I run my hands up and over his shoulders.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” I try a flirty smile. His lip curls. He has really nice teeth.

“You don’t stand a chance. You’re slow as shit.” He smooths my hair from my face, plucking stickers and leaves free.

I stay real still. His fingers skim down my jaw.

“Then why are you out of breath?” I ask.

“Out of practice.”

“Bet you couldn’t catch me if we went again.”

He chuckles. “I know better than to take that bet.” He runs a calloused thumb across my lower lip, rubbing at my scar. “How’d you get this?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me up.”

He shifts between my legs. I can feel his hard cock against my lower belly. I suck in a breath and tuck my arms back tight to my chest. His mouth turns down.

“Ain’t gonna hurt you, baby.”

“You tackled me to the ground.”

“You’re all right.” His brow creases. He pushes up on his arms, biceps flexing, and scans my body. “Shit. You tore your legs to hell.”

“Ididn’t do it. It was the sticker bushes.”

He’s got my boot by the laces, and he’s tugging my leg up so he can get a closer look. He rises to his knees, readjusting himself until he’s between my legs. He’s really big. I’m still pinned underneath him, his massive thighs bracing mine apart.

My heart races, as fast as when I was running.

I’m scared. But also, I’m not. He’s not moving fast, pushing and pushing, like men do when they’re trying to get somethin’.

“It hurt much?” He plucks a splinter from my ankle. It stings.

I shake my head.

His lips are pressed in a tight line, his eyes hooded. He’s got so much hair and beard, if you don’t look close, you miss the expressions flitting across his face. Like now. Fun is over. He’s gone serious.

“We got to get back to the clubhouse, clean these up.”

Okay, now I’m scared again. This guy seems to have a soft spot for me, but Heavy and the others? Women are nothing but pussy to that kind of men. I know that.

I paste on my sweetest, most innocent smile. “Or you could let me go. Pretend you never saw me. I’ll disappear. I won’t cause any more trouble.”

He gently lowers my leg and rests his huge hands on my hips. My breath catches. His thumbs touch and fingers wrap almost all the way around my waist.

I feel very small.

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