Page 47 of Squatch Out!
“I—I was thinking about you,” I admit. But that’s not exactly what was on my mind.
“Oh yeah? And what did I do that got you so worked up?”
I bite down on my lip. “I was remembering the first time I saw you. When you came crashing through the forest and threw me over your shoulder.”
Sean lifts one of his brows, curiously. “Uh-huh. And what else do you remember from that night?”
“I remember watching you stroke yourself.” My grip on the back of his neck tightens and I snap my hips up and down his thickness. “I was mesmerized at how big you are.”
Sean lets out a grunt and sits up, pressing our chests together as he grinds me down on his cock.
“And I started to wonder,” I moan—he’s hitting that bundle of nerves that’s so deep, the one that makes me forget my name. “Have you ever… fucked as…him?”
The room spins, and suddenly I’m flat on my back with my knees almost pressed to my shoulders. Sean braces himself above me as he plunges in and out my tight pussy.
“Would you want that?” he growls down at me. “You want to be fucked by a monster? By my squatch?”
I nod, because—holy shit, yes. I want that!Then I cry out when my orgasm suddenly electrifies me.
“Do you want me to stretch your pussy with my giant squatch cock?” His voice is rough, and his words are so filthy.
“Yes! Yes, I want that,” I tell him, squeezing my eyes shut as my entire body lights up like the Fourth of July. Anyone in the hallway can probably hear my screams, and I don’t give a damn.
“Fuck, baby,” is all he says before he pounds in and out of me. He lets out a loud groan, filling me until he’s spent.
We don’t speak of it again. Not after we quickly shower and dress. Not as we straighten the room. It’s not until we’re walking down the hall that he leans against me and whispers into my ear, “I’ve never done that before, but I want that with you. If you really want that with me.”
The grin I wear the rest of the way to breakfast could light up the entire West Coast.
Tony and Brianare already waiting for us at a table. I wave as we make our way through the dining room. Brian’s face lights up with a grin, when he sees us. But Tony’s eyes narrow slightly when he looks down at our linked hands.
“Hey, guys,” I say as Sean pulls my chair out for me. “This is Sean.”
Tony’s expression remains narrowed while Brian reaches across the table to shake his hand. “Nice to finally meet the guy who’s snatched up our girl,” he jokes.
Sean gives his hand a strong shake and then holds his hand out for Tony. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”
Tony doesn’t move for a moment before he accepts his offered hand, squeezing Sean’s fingers hard enough that they blanch white when he lets go. If Sean is bothered by the show of force, he doesn’t let on.
“So you guys already know Sean’s a park ranger.” I’m sure my cheeks are bright red as I remember exactly how I ended up in that cave. “He, ah, he…”
“It was a bad joke to try and scare you guys,” Sean interrupts. Then he turns to me. “But I can’t say I’m sorry about the outcome.”
“A joke?” Tony sputters. “Kidnapping Olivia was ajoketo you?”
I reach across the table and place my hand over his wrist. “It’s fine. He apologized, and I forgave him.”
“Well, what about me? Us!” He points beside him at Brian. “This whole week has been one thing after another. This was supposed to be hanging out, hiking and telling ghost stories around the fire, and instead you get carried off and Darren goes AWOL. No offense, Liv, but this camping trip sucks.”
My stomach twists, and I fall back into my seat. Fuck. When he puts it like that…
Tears suddenly burn the backs of my eyes. “You’re right. You are absolutely right to be pissed. Hell, I’d be pissed. I’m so sorry–”
Tony backpedals when he realizes he’s upset me. “Liv, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m not trying to heap this on you.” he lets out a harsh exhale, “That was unfair of me, because none of this is really your fault either. It’s just the way everything keeps happening…”
“Stop it, you two. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me,” Brian cuts in. “If I hadn't brought Darren, I don’t think any of this would have happened.”
“But you couldn’t have known…” My voice trails off when the waiter comes over to our table with a carafe of fresh coffee.
