Page 44 of Creed
I was thoroughly stuck in the fence.
Lying face down in the dirt, I started to laugh.
“You know, I think I’ve seen porn that started this way.”
I couldn’t see Creed’s face from my position, but I could feel his confusion radiating above me.
Right. The man had spent his life stuck deep in the closet. He’d probably never even watched porn before.
After a moment of consideration, Creed prodded at the parts of my midsection that he could reach. “Are you trying to suck in your stomach?”
“Yes, of course, but it’s clearly not enough.”
“Stop doing that. Just let everything relax?”
I craned my head as best I could to look at him, raising one eyebrow in silent doubt.
“Trust me,” he insisted. “I know it sounds counterintuitive, but by holding in your stomach you’re tensing up everything else, and tense muscles aren’t as malleable as soft ones.”
There wasn’t much choice but to trust him. It took a moment for me to relax and let every muscle in my body go slack. I felt my stomach press more firmly against the ground and the sides of the fence and couldn’t help doubting Creed’s assessment.
Creed picked up my hands again. “Ready? Before I pull, exhale all the air from your lungs then hold your breath. It’ll help.”
I did as he said, and when my lungs were as empty as possible, I nodded.
He pulled.
The planks of the fence dug painfully into my flesh, and I was probably going to have some deep scrapes after this, but surprisingly, I started to slide forward inch by inch.
My stomach was almost through the fence, when I was abruptly jerked back to a stop.
“What now?” I gasped. The wooden planks squeezing me from either side was making it very hard to breath, and I was starting to feel dizzy from the limited air.
Creed dropped my hands to prod around at my waist again.
“Take off your pants.”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. “What?”
“Your pants are caught on the fence. Probably because you came to a stop. I can’t reach the other side of the fence to un-snag them, so try to at least unbutton them.”
I sighed again. “I have definitely seen porn that started this way.”
Maybe making sexual jokes in the presence of children wasn’t a great thing to do but damn it all, I needed something to help me keep calm, and inappropriate humor was the only tool I had to rely on in that moment.
It took some wiggling, but I managed to get a hand under myself and undo the button and zipper of my pants. Then Creed dragged me by my arms once again, and this time I slid right out of my pants and the rest of the way through the fence.
I was half naked, dirty, and covered in bloody scratches, but I was free.
“That’s it,” I muttered as I retrieved my pants from the other side of the fence and started putting them back on. “After this, I’m going on a diet.”
Creed grabbed me and spun me around to face him with an alarmed look on his face.
“Don’t you dare.”
His gaze flickered down over my body, covetous and hungry in a way that I’d never been looked at before.
It was reassuring to know that he enjoyed my figure just the way it was, and I patted his arm in a show of comfort.
