Page 2 of Forrest
“Damn,” I growl under my breath. “Why did I drop that ax?"
If someone's in trouble, what good am I without a weapon?
No point showing up to a gunfight with nothing but my fists.
But, it’s too late now. I’m almost at the cabin, and there’s no way I’m turning back. Not if someone needs my help. I’ll just have to make do. Use my brains. Neutralize the situation before it gets out of hand.
Carefully, I stalk around the tree line. Searching for any sign of foul play.
The place is empty. Deserted. I start to doubt myself. Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination?
Although, that seems unlikely. I’ve lived up in these mountains for years, and I’ve never imagined a woman screaming before.
Then, just as I’m about to step out from the shadows, I see movement.
My heart freezes. I run as fast as I can.
There’s a woman on the ground. She’s curled up in a ball. I can’t tell if she’s breathing.
I sprint towards her. Skidding onto my knees as I come up beside her body. I reach for her arm, pulling her over. But, as I touch her skin, she springs to her feet.
“What the fuck!”
"Woah!" I fall back on my ass with my hand over my heart. "You scared the shit out of me!"
For a second, I thought she was dead. But as I get a better look at her, I can tell she’s anything but. In fact, she might just be the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
Her smooth, clear skin glowing in the morning light. Two large breasts rising and falling as she gulps down big mouthfuls of air. Chocolate brown curls cascade over her shoulders. Bright blue eyes on either side of a dainty, slightly freckled nose.
"Iscaredyou?"
“Woah.” I slowly get to my feet. Putting my hands out in front of me. Showing her my palms. “I thought something bad had happened.”
“Something baddidhappen.” She folds her arms across her chest. Pushing her gorgeous round breasts together. Her t-shirt’s so thin I can see her nipples poking through the material. My cock twitches. I run my tongue across my lips. I want this woman. I want her so frigging bad it hurts. “An inconsiderate ass-hat was making a ton of noise outside my window at five o’clock in the morning! That’s what happened.”
“I’m sorry,” I grin, unable to keep the smile from my face, even though I know she’s angry with me. “I didn’t know anybody was staying here. I thought I had the place all to myself.” She taps her foot on the ground, clearly unimpressed with my excuse. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
She chews her lip. I can’t keep my eyes off her mouth. The thought of holding her in my arms and kissing her is so vivid in my mind it’s almost real.
“I don’t even know who you are,” she says. “You could be anyone. How do I know you’re not some kind of psycho? For all I know you’ve been out in the bushes watching me since I got here? You’ve probably been jerking off. Rubbing yourself raw. Cumming all over the place while peeping through the windows.”
“Jerking off?” Hearing her say those naughty words has me stiff as a rock. I wish I was here all night, watching her. Although, I wouldn’t be doing it from outside her window. I’d be indoors. In her bed. Between her legs. Filling her with my cock. Pinning her arms down beside her head as I claim her mouth with my tongue. Ravage her sweet, delectable pussy with my long, hard shaft.
All. Night. Long.
As if on cue, she looks down at my waist. I can’t tell by the look in her eyes if she’s impressed or scared. But she doesn’t step back. She doesn’t run away. Her eyes remain glued to the bulge in my jeans as I continue to talk. “I’m Forrest,” I tell her. “I live in the cabin next door. You must be Pete’s niece? Skye?”
“That’s right.”
“He talks about you a lot.” I close the gap between us. We’re only a few inches apart now. I could reach out and touch her. “But he never told me how beautiful you are.”
She blushes and turns her face. "Yeah, well... seems like Uncle Pete's been forgetting to tell a lot of things to people recently. Like, how I'm stuck up here at his cabin without any food.
"Can't keep food up here in an empty cabin. Not unless you want animals breaking in and trashing the place." I cup her face in my hand and rub her skin gently with my thumb. “Are you okay? I thought I heard someone crying.”
When she turns back to me, her eyes are damp. “You still want to do me a favor, Forrest?”
“Sure,” I say. “Anything you want.”
