Page 39 of Squatch Out!
Do I want to be?
I watch Sean and Owen talk animatedly across from each other, and I realize I’m comfortable with him in a way I’ve neverfelt with anyone besides my parents. It makes me think it could be easy to fall for him, but how would that work? I live on the other side of the country, and I only have a couple more days before I have to return home.
I’ve heard so many disastrous stories of failed long-distance relationships. What if it doesn’t work between us? Is it worth it to even try?
Sean must feel my eyes on him. He suddenly turns to me and my heart leaps in my chest when his whole face brightens with his smile. Then he reaches for my hand and places a soft kiss to my knuckles, making me want to melt into a puddle.
Yeah, I think I’d be willing to give it a try—if he was willing.
“I’ll call Clive and tell him what’s going on.” Owen turns to me, “Clive is a Salish elder. His family has been keeping our secret since before there were records.” Then he turns back to Sean. “He’s going to want to meet her.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Sean replies.
Owen pushes himself back from the table. “You both look like you haven’t slept. I’ll let you know when he’s available to see us. In the meantime,” he looks pointedly at me, “I have a guest room you’re welcome to crash in.”
Before I have a chance to thank him, Sean is on his feet and pulling me up from my chair. “Actually, I think we’ll head back to my place to wait. I mean,” he gives me a sheepish look, “if that sounds alright with you.”
Warmth blooms low in my stomach with anticipation. My words are lost on a soft exhale as I nod.
Sean’s much larger hand engulfs mine and he pulls me through the house and out the door. We’re across the porch when I turn back to give Owen a wave. “Thank you for breakfast.”
I don’t have a chance to hear his reply before Sean scoops me up in his arms and runs for the truck. In the distance, I hear Owen shouting after him.
“Don’t you dare take my truck again—!” But Sean’s already closing me inside the cab and jumping into the driver seat.
It’s a short drive down the ridge to his place, but that doesn’t stop Sean from grabbing the inside of my thigh and pulling me so I’m sitting right next to him, so close that everything from our shoulders to knees are touching. As the truck bumps along the dirt road, he slides his hand higher… and higher… until his pinkie finger is teasing at the seam of my jeans and I’m squirming at his touch.
Which means it’s only fair when I reach over so I can cup his bulge, giving him a squeeze that makes him moan.
“Fuck, baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to drive us into a tree.”
I keep teasing him, until he moves his hand to cup my pussy and circles his thumb over my clit, making me moan.
The truck skids to a stop in front of Sean’s house. This is my first time seeing it in the daylight. It’s maybe half the size of Owen’s, but from the outside, it looks almost identical. Right down to the same brown color.
Before I’m able to really admire it, Sean drags me across the driver’s seat and sweeps me into his arms, then carries me up the steps. He pauses at the door, that is partly open and hanging askew on its hinges, before nudging it open with his foot.
The inside is exactly as I remember it, except for a pile of plastic store bags filled with clothes and a brand-new door resting across a sofa. A narrow doorway across the room leads into the kitchen, but before I get more than a glance that way, Sean turns left and heads to the back of the house where his room is. The moment we walk through the doorway, I’m hit with his familiar scent of moss, rain and clean forest air.
“Ignore the mess,” he growls as he lays me across his bed, where I sink into the soft memory foam mattress.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, and everything else in the room vanishes. “What mess?”
My fingers itch to trace his wide shoulders and down his thick pecs. When his stomach flexes, revealing a ripple of abdominals, I press my thighs together. His fingers flick at the button on his jeans, and I whimper.
“Baby, this is gonna be over way too fast if you keep looking at me like that.”
I can’t help it though. Everything about him is ruggedly beautiful.
Pushing myself up, I spread my legs wide so he can step between them as I reach for him. I slide my hands up his waist and then back down again. His skin is soft and warm under my palms. Brushing his hands away from the front of his pants, I pull the zipper down. Letting out a breathy sigh when I’m greeted with more of his golden skin and a dusting of dark hair. No underwear.
Shifting against the ache that’s pulsing between my legs, I pull the worn denim down until his cock bobs free. I wrap my fingers around his hot shaft and look up and meet eyes that are heavy lidded. His chest pumps with each breath while he watches me.
Without looking away, I open my mouth to guide him to my tongue, but he stops me just before I have a chance to taste. “Not this time,” he says gently as he peels my hand from his cock and kicks his jeans away so he can lean over me. “Lift your arms.”
I do as I’m told, and he pulls my shirt over my head. I can practically feel his dark eyes roam across my exposed skin. Then he reaches around me and flicks the clasp of my bra open with one-handed practiced ease.
Without being asked, I slide the plain white lace down my arms and toss it aside.
