I think he means he needs to move because he’s the only one with feet on the ground. He runs at a speed that’s unnatural for his size. No wonder he wasn't afraid of the bear. He could outrun one, not that he’d need to. I think Moose could have taken the bear on and the animal probably knew that too.
“A storm is moving in quick,” he explains as he runs. I try to look up, but it’s hard to make out the sky through the thick trees. I thought it was getting dark but now I can see it wasn't just night; dark clouds are rolling in too.
His hand goes to the back of my head as he pushes my face into his neck. “Stay put, the branches can snag your face,” he tells me.
I, like the bear, do as I’m told. I already have a handful of scrapes on my legs and arms from my adventure gone wrong. If campers go missing up here it’s because a bear ate them.
At the moment my adventure isn’t feeling so wrong. The fear I had earlier with the sun setting and the danger of being eaten by a wild animal is long gone. Moose won't let anything happen to me and somehow deep down I know that.
I breathe him in and nuzzle in closer. His scent is like the forest with a touch of something sweet mixed in. I don’t know what it is but I lick my lips again, letting my tongue peek out to brush against his skin innocently. I try and pretend I wasn't stealing a taste of him.
“Zara.” His hold on me tightens and I don’t know if he’s telling me to stop or keep going.
Hearing my name rumble from his lips has my whole body buzzing. I jerk in his hold when another loud bang of thunder rolls over the forest. “I’ve got you, little one,” he tells me, his tone switching back to a soft one and I’m not sure which I like more.
Rain pelts us as he runs and soon I’m soaked to the bone. I can feel the water pooling between us and the water rushing down his body. But I don’t care because I’m in Moose’s arms. I hold on tight to him and brush my nose against his neck as he keeps moving. I think I made the right choice in going out into the woods alone. This small moment is going to make it worth it even if I end up in trouble.
All too soon we slow down and he stops moving. I lift my head to look over Moose’s shoulder and see a closed door. The sound of rain on a roof fills my ears as another loud bang rumbles and shakes the cabin.
“Where are we?” I ask, since Moose hasn't said a word. He’s not even breathing heavy and he ran all that way with me in his arms.
“My place.” I lean back to look at him and his gaze meets mine. I can’t read his expression and I don’t know if he’s pissed or what, so I fidget in his hold.
“Did they send you to look for me?” I should probably tell him he can put me down but I don’t want to because it feels so good right where I’m at.
“You said you weren't hurt.” His eyes flick to my neck and I touch the place he’s looking at. When I look at my fingers I see a small smear of blood.
“It’s just a scratch.” I shrug it off and focus on the water dripping down his body. His face is full of concern.
“Where else are you hurt?” He takes a few steps and then sits me down on a soft chair. “I’ll need to check you over. Clearly I can’t trust you to tell me the truth.”
He falls to his knees in front of me, making us almost eye level. As he pulls away my wet shirt all I can think about is that his hands are on me. He checks me over with care and I’ve never had someone be so worried about me. It’s all I can do to hold still.
Chapter Four
Moose
Her wet shirt falls to the cabin floor and I know I told her I need to look her over, but this is wrong. I’m going to make sure she’s okay, but deep down I’m doing this so I can see her. All of her. One look at those blue eyes scared in the middle of the woods and I knew I had to protect her and keep her safe. And that I needed to be inside her.
Her skin is pink from the cold as I hold her arms out and run my eyes over her. She’s all mine. I’d radioed down when I’d spotted her and alerted everyone I’d found her. No one would be looking for her for awhile since they knew she was in my hands.
“Stand up.” My voice is deep and I have to swallow as the thick desire threatens to climb out of me.
She does as I ask without question and my fingers shake a little as they go to the button on her cutoff shorts. I pull the soaked denim off of her hips and drag it down her thighs. She kicks off her shoes at the same time and I can see a pool of water in them.
Twisting her fingers together in front of me, she looks down to where I’m kneeling. I make a show of looking her over thoroughly and take my time. I slide my hands down her thighs and around to the back before I take a shuddering breath.
“Turn around.” I don’t recognize the sounds coming from me because this can’t be real.
This perfect creature can’t look at me with those big blue eyes and pouty lips. With wet blond hair clinging to her body she stands here in cotton panties and a bra so thin I can see her dusky rose nipples tight and small through it.
With slow precision she turns around to face the chair, but when she looks back at me over her shoulder she bends over. Her hands grip the arms of the chair and she pushes her ass back. “Can you check my bottom?”
My mouth waters and I clench my fists at my side, willing myself not to touch her. She’s too young, too clean. My dirty work hands shouldn’t be allowed to build her a home, let alone touch something so innocent. But even as I tell myself this, I can’t stop my hands from moving forward. I’m desperate with a need so strong a thousand men could come through that cabin door and I wouldn’t be moved.
“Does it hurt?” I lick my lips as I run my fingers along the edge of her. I tug the wet elastic until they’re at the top of her thighs and her ass and pussy are right in front of my face.
“Yeah,” she says, widening her legs. “Real bad.”
Her cheeks spread and show off a pink strip of divine heaven that can only be described as perfect. From her tight sweet little asshole that probably tastes like candy, all the way down to smooth soft lips parted slightly. All wet, all swollen with need.
“Goddamn,” I breathe, running a hand down my face and wiping the drool off my chin with the back of it. “You trying to break a man?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had one before.”
My chest tightens as I think about this sweet little thing walking around after I’ve fucked her. Her legs bowed, thighs sore; I bet she wouldn’t sit for a week. My cock strains so tight against my wet jeans that there’ll be a zipper mark all the way down it.
“You can’t talk like that, Zara.” I slide my hands up the sides of her thighs slowly until I reach her hips. I grab on to them and jerk her back so she’s closer to my mouth. “You keep telling me things like that and I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You wanted to know where it hurt.”
She tilts her pussy back and no judge in the world would convict me for what I’m going to do to her. I’m a good, decent, God-fearing man who follows the law and pays my taxes. Aren’t I entitled to a little something for myself? When was the last time I took what I wanted? She’s legal and there’s not a man in a hundred-mile radius who would look at the sight before me and have the strength to say no. But they won’t get the chance because this plush pink heaven is mine.