Page 10 of Squatch Out!
I should take this woman to my cabin and apologize, then take her back to her campsite. But that idea, the very thought of letting her go, has my squatch snarling, and since he’s currently in control, he climbs higher up into the mountains.
We need to take her somewhere quiet. Somewhere we won’t be interrupted.
There is a cave not far from here, one of many throughout the mountain range. Owen and I call thembug-out caves,since they’re used as emergency shelters for anyone who finds themselves lost or trapped by bad weather. They are marked on most trail maps but are remote enough that I’ve only heard of a few humans ever using them. Mostly they are used by fellow Salish mountaineers and other squatch.
The higher I climb, the colder the air grows, until the woman over my shoulder falls quiet and begins to shiver. I pull her down, so she’s pressed to my chest and shelter her with my furry arms.
Almost there, little one.I want to tell her, but speech isn’t really a thing we can do as squatch. So, I pick up my pace instead.
By the time I reach the cave, her scent has completely gone to my head, and my cock is hard enough, I could pound nails with it. My fingers dig into her soft ass as I rip open the covering that’s pulled across the cave’s entrance. The air inside is stale and cold as I stride to the back where there is a small lantern.
My vision is far better in my squatch form, but even I can’t see well in complete darkness, so it takes some fumbling with the light, hoping the cool temps haven’t drained the battery. I let out a relieved sigh when it flickers to life.
With the small space illuminated, I tell myself that sliding her down the front of my body is completely unintentional and not at all so that I can feel her soft curves pressing against me once more.
The moment her feet hit the dirt-packed floor, she stumbles away from me, putting several feet between us. The corners of my lips quirk when I realize her sweatshirt has a picture of Bigfoot, Nessie, and a UFO. How appropriate.
She’s breathing fast, and her plump pink lips are slightly parted as she stares down at my feet. Then, slowly, she drags her eyes up my legs before stopping at my hips where they widen at the sight of my cock pointing straight at her. She lets out a soft gasp and I wrap my fist around my thick length, letting out a deep groan as I squeeze.
I try not to imagine how much better her smaller hand would feel on my heated flesh, as I slowly glide my palm up my shaft to the glistening tip. Her eyes are locked on my hand as she staggers back and into the shelves that run along the back of the cave.
The bitter underlying scent of her fear flares between us when she looks past me to the opening of the cave. I can see her calculating the distance and how she might get past me, but then her eyes drop back to where my hand runs up and down my turgid length, and the sweet scent of her arousal takes over to fill the small space.
I keep stroking myself as I wonder if her hair, which is the color of wheat in sunshine, is just as soft and silky as it looks. I step closer, wanting to test that theory, but my human side manages to push forward, and forces me to back up. My squatchsnarls but accepts the small distance, making sure to keep myself between her and freedom.
What is happening? What am I doing?
Fuck, this is so wrong.I’ve never had my instinct ride me hard like this, to the point that I have lost all control.
Especially when the woman’s eyes lock onto my pumping fist and her tongue darts out to slowly slide across her bottom lip. Her cheeks are pink, and her pupils are dilated, so that only a slight ring of her warm brown irises is visible. Her scent shifts, changing from wildflower honey to sweet sun-ripened peaches covered in thick cream.
Another low growl rolls from deep within my chest as I imagine her dropping to her knees before me. Parting those puffy pink lips then sticking her tongue out, looking up at me as she silently asks me to feed her.
Her eyes flare when I grunt, reaching my other hand under my pumping fist to grip my heavy sack, squeezing hard enough that my knees try to buckle, and my eyes slide closed. Behind my eyelids, I envision this pretty little woman closing her plump lips around the mushroom-shaped head of my cock. Swiping my thumb across the sensitive tip, I pretend it’s her tongue, licking away the drops of pre-cum that collect there.
My testicles tighten as heat sears a path up my length. Pinching my fingers under the flared tip, I try to hold back my orgasm, but it’s too late. My eyes fly open, and I focus on the woman across from me as the first lash of cum shoots across the packed-dirt floor.
Her mouth falls open in shock as I let out a deep groan and stroke out another spurt. A shudder racks my body, and I level my gaze on her when I ejaculate a third time. Letting out a hoarse bark, I milk my shaft with my fist as the last trickles of my seed spills over my fingers.
When I finish, I’m breathing hard.
The woman is staring at me. The expression on her face is hard to read. I’m expecting horror, but it’s not that. It’s not quite shock, either. It almost looks like—excitement.
But that can’t be right.
Fuck. How many laws have I broken now?
Oh, no, you didn’t just break them. You annihilated them.
Stumbling back a step, my blood turns cold with my embarrassment at what I’ve just done. I shake my head at her, trying to offer a silent apology before turning to run out of the cave and into the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
OLIVIA
With my heart pounding and my pantiesdrenched,I lock my gaze on the dark entrance to the cave that … that the bigfoot just ran out of.
Did—did that just really happen?
