Page 31 of Running Wild

THIRTY

‘PRESLEY’

Holding Hannah’s hand, we slowly make our way around the resort, which is busy as fuck. Looks like every restaurant is packed. I’m starving and from the way Hannah’s stomach is growling, so is she. Looking around, I see another restaurant so make my way there. There’s a line out the front door but as we approach a hostess comes toward us.

“Hey, welcome. We are first come, first serve. Some of these people are waiting for their entire party to show up, so you might be looking at maybe twenty minutes… tops. There’s a huge number inside who are just about done eating, and we are pretty quick with our busing. Want to hang around, I can get you some ice-cold water?”

I look to Hannah, who looks about ready to wilt. That’s the answer then.

‘Yeah, we’ll stick around if we can get the biggest glasses of ice water you have.”

She smiles then bounces back inside, I hope to get our water. Glancing around I see a tree with no one under it, so I pull Hannah with me. Once there we both plop down on our asses and just breathe. I lean back against the trunk of the tree, pulling Hannah closer to me. She rests her head on my chest and I can actually feel the anxiety leave her body as she puts more of her weight on me.

Hearing ice cubes clanging, I look up just in time to see two huge goddamn plastic cups with lids being shoved in my face.

“Gina, said these were for you. Hang on a minute.”

He reaches into a backpack, pulling a bag out.

“Take these, complimentary for the wait. Our garlic buns are out of this world. We’ll come get you when we have a table ready. Enjoy.”

Before I can say a word, Hannah grabs the bag, reaching in, pulling out a bun then drops it on her T-shirt.

“Goddamn, those are frigging smoking hot. They smell so good. Take one, Presley, they gave us four. Got to blow on it.”

I bite my tongue ’cause that is such an opening but just not going to take it. I’m watching her lift her shirt up to her mouth so she can blow on the bun, revealing her toned stomach. Damn, this girl has me so wrapped up, can’t make out day from night at the moment.

“See something you like, Presley? Might want to pay attention to your buns.”

A giggle comes out, followed by a snort. Then she breaks out giggling and laughing at her own pun. Ha, way to go.

“So that’s how it is, Hannah? I see, okay. I got my eye on you, remember paybacks are a bitch. Now, seriously, we need to talk.”

Her head jerks as she looks at me. Then she nods slowly.

“I get it, Presley. It was fun, but we’re splitting up in a day or two and who knows when we’ll see each other again? I so appreciate you not playing me and being a decent guy. Thanks too for having our backs on the way down. Probably not how you wanted to spend your time on the road. We can keep in touch though, right? You know, friends.”

I knew this is what she would assume. Well, now’s the time to be straight up with her.

Putting the bag of buns to the side of me, I grab hers from her hands. Her mouth opens into an O and her beautiful green eyes light up. I grab her shoulders, pulling her closer as my mouth crashes down on hers, my tongue immediately going inside and battling with hers. The slight tang of garlic with the ice-cold water makes her mouth taste like an oasis, and more importantly like home. She’s tentative and shy, telling me—yet again—my girl is naïve and inexperienced, which thrills me to death. The thought of teaching her my way of sex has my cock swelling in my jeans. Finally, her hands move up my stomach, touching each ab of my six-pack then move to my chest. I almost scream out loud when her fingers pinch my nipple hard. Goddamn, the sensations are mind-blowing.

“Ummm, well, excuse me. Sorry to bother y’all, but we have a small table on the patio by the lake. Will that work for you or were you wanting inside?”

Putting my forehead on hers, I take a brief minute to gather myself. Hannah’s breathing in tiny breaths herself. When I look down, her eyes are twinkling, and her cheeks are flushed. Just what I wanted.

“Itty Bitty, will that work for you? I think it’s good also. Yeah, that will work. Lead the way.”

As we follow the young woman into the restaurant and then back out to the patio, we are seated right at the railing with the lake directly in front of us. What a gorgeous view. And there’s a slight lakefront breeze, which is awesome. Now is as good of a time as any to get this shit out there so we can enjoy the little time we have left together.

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Damn. This has to be one of my favorite meals I’ve shared with another human being, hands down. Hannah, though young, is smart, keeps up with current news and events, while having no problem voicing her own opinion on subjects she believes in. She has no problem actually eating, which is refreshing. Most chicks I’ve been out with go with the ‘I’m not hungry’ or ‘I’ll have a salad.’ Hannah orders a seafood boil and eats the entire thing with a couple of homemade biscuits. Well, except for the couple of bites she let me try. She never tries to hide who she is, laughing from the gut, and the smiles and smirks from her make my cock first twitch then get hard as fuck. That I gotta control, she’s not a one and done. Not sure why, but even with the little interaction we’ve had together, I want to get to know my Itty Bitty better.

The thought of her going back to Montana, hanging out with some other guys, is tearing my gut out. But to be real, I’m going to be busting my ass, according to Karma, and time won’t be my own as I prospect with the Grimm Wolves MC. As much as I’m looking forward to hanging with my cousin, Karma, and my little cousin, Calum. Karma is letting me bed down in his spare room when I’m not doing whatever a prospect does. From the little I know, I’m going to be on twenty-four seven until I can prove myself. How I’m going to manage a long-distance relationship? Wow, what the fuck? That thought alone scares the shit out of me, but this girl is worth that and so much more.

“Itty Bitty, want to walk for a bit before I’ll take you back to your cabin? Or do you just want to go back now?”

“No, Presley, let’s walk then maybe sit by the firepit by the lake for a bit. Probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I really don’t want this night to end. It’s been so much fun. You make me laugh and seem like such a nice person. I do have a question though. Why me, Presley? I mean, look at you.”

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