Page 18 of Summer's Edge

The look in his eyes is a mixture of exasperation, indignation and passion.

“They are not just for show,” he growls.

Then he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and slings me over his shoulder. I shriek and laugh as he carries me into the cabin and deposits me on the bed. Not gently, but not hard either.

And I’m sure I’m about to get exactly what I wanted from him since I first saw him last night. The hungry, predatory look in his eyes promises as much anyway. His gaze is like fire, swallowing me up and I take back all I was thinking about just being hormonal before. I wanthim. All of him and only him. Right now, and for a good long while after. Maybe forever.

But he takes a step back and runs his hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at me.

“Get dressed, now,” he says, his voice hoarse like it was burned away by that fire that nearly consumed me just now. “We have a long way to walk.”

Then he retreats back to the porch, picks up his T-shirt and puts it on, his tats and his muscles disappearing from view.

I just sit there stunned for a couple of moments.

It’s not rejection. He wants me as much as I want him.

I know that.

I’ve also known him for a long time, maybe not well, but enough to know he’s no gentleman and not a guy who’s particularly in control of himself most of the time. Or one who keeps his cock in his pants, for that matter. Doing it now is clearly taking all he’s got.

Maybe I’ve been wrong about him all this time. Maybe he is the forever type.

But be that as it may, this is still frustrating as hell. He really got me going and now I have to walk for miles and miles with a hard-on, for lack of a better word to describe it.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” I say as I’m tying my shoes.

He laughs. “Now you know how I feel.”

I do. And it’s not great. But that’s OK. Because I’m gonna do something about it.

EIGHT

Edge

For the first mile or so of the hike I can barely understand what she’s saying although I seem to be answering her questions just fine. Trouble is, my mind is still reeling from how close I came to ripping her clothes off and fucking her on that bed. I came so close that a part of me seems to have torn off and is doing it right now, like in some weird alternate universe. Trouble is also that I want this universe to be that one.

My cock is still rock hard and it’s not getting any better, making our trek through the woods that much more annoying. Good thing the town of Fairview is just a couple of miles from the cabin. Bad thing is that it’ll be all uphill going back.

“We’re here,” she says, sounding a little disappointed.

Probably because she was having so much fun poking at me and my resolution to do exactly as her father would want. For her own good.

The town doesn’t look like a huge one and there’s a large chain supermarket right where we came down the hill.

“Ice wants me to wait here while you go in and do the shopping,” I tell her. “But we’re not gonna do it that way.”

It’s totally priceless how the look of total confusion on her face gives way to open-mouthed indignation.

“So, you don’t always do what Ice tells you?” she asks, trying to sound sassy but it’s too snappish for that.

I like pissing her off way too much. I should stop.

“What can I say, I eat a lot and I can’t have you carrying that much by yourself. Plus, I don’t trust you to get everything for that same reason.”

She’s still staring at me with her mouth open. And now I’m picturing her lips wrapped around my cock and I should stop that too.

“Seriously, we’ll be in and out. No one will recognize me,” I say and start walking towards the supermarket. “Also, you’re paying, since I don’t have any money on me and I can’t have you do all the shopping and paying for it on top of it.”

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