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  “We should go,” he says, hesitating to close the door, but not minding me looking at him. I feel myself biting my lower lip and can read the determination, along with the turmoil in Kit’s eyes.

  “We’ll go,” he says firmly, and checking I’m inside alright, he shuts the door and climbs in the driver’s side, another low growl escaping him as he settles into his seat.

  We pull away, and I feel that little stab again, like he’s ignoring me because it’s so obvious what should be happening just isn’t.

  I want to tell him to pull over, to hitch up my skirt, to show him how wet he’s making me and to beg him to show me how to best resolve this impossible situation, but I don’t.

  I sit still, like a good girl, breathing in sharply a few times, as the rumble from the powerful V8 spreads through my seat and deep up inside me, into the place I’ve set aside for Kit.

  If only he’d just look at me again.

  Touch me again.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Kit

  What the hell was that? What was I thinking? I must be twice her age, this isn’t right.

  I can’t do it.

  I won’t.

  I’ll just have to get a hold of myself, maybe take care of some business in the men’s room or shower the first chance I get. The feel of her ass against me though, I swear I nearly howled like a damned wolf before tearing all our clothes off and giving her the right royal stuffing I know she’s aching for from me.

  But I can’t.

  I mustn’t.

  I just need to find another way to let off some steam.

  She's Mark’s daughter for Christ’s sake, get a grip!

  That’s all it is, I’m just a little wound up. Highly strung. Hell, I can’t remember when was the last time I even had a woman, or even when I helped myself out for that matter.

  See? You just need to offload, buddy. Then you’ll see some sense.

  “Are you mad at me?” Bree asks suddenly, and I realize I’m gripping the steering wheel like a madman. My jaw so tight I can hear my teeth grinding and catching a look at myself in the rear view. I look like a crazy man, beads of sweat forming on my brow as I white-knuckle grip the steering wheel at fourteen miles an hour down a tree-lined street.

  I force a smile, almost scared to say anything in case it’s the only thing I can think about right now, words to the effect of and including ‘your sweet pussy on my face…’

  Jesus Kit! Getta grip man.

  “No! I’m not mad… what makes you think that?” I blurt out, looking at the speedometer, wondering why it feels like I’m doing a hundred miles an hour.

  “I just think… Maybe we should just…” I stammer, hoping she can understand how awkward all this is.

  She looks out the window and I look over at her, watching her chest heave, her heart fluttering beats that ripple across the frill on her blouse. She absently teases her long blond locks and I groan out loud again, making her head turn swiftly, looking right at me with those eyes.

  It takes everything I’ve got to tear my eyes away from her, to focus on the road.

  Jesus Christ, the Lake house is over a hundred and fifty miles. I’ll never make it.

  “Maybe we should what?” she asks bitterly, the hurt showing in her voice now.

  “Bree…” I start to say, but it’s too late. I feel the stab in my own chest, the same as the one I know she’s feeling. I can sense it too.

  “We’ve got all weekend,” I add, hoping to throw her a lifeline without saying anything too obvious.

  Just in case all this is in my own imagination.

  I mean, am I really hitting on Mark’s daughter? Did I really just bar up fully in front of her after grabbing her ass?

  Why would she go for me?

  I’m old.

  “Tell me about college,” I suggest, wanting to make some small talk, but it’s too late. She’s hurting now and won’t tell me anything.

  “Did you hurt yourself… when you slipped?”

  Shut up Kit…just shut up…leave her be for a while.

  I’m babbling now. I do this when I get nervous. Mark always tells me not to start talking to trauma patients, anybody really, because once I start I never shut up.

  Mark’s gonna be pissed when he finds out.

  The thought of Mark, even though he’s my best friend, makes me growl again. I can feel the wheel straining under my grip.

  As if summoned by the devil himself, Mark tears past us in his truck, blasting his horn and waving his hand out the driver’s side window.

  I’m driving that slow, he’s already picked up the ice and passed us.

  Bree winds down her window, giving a wave out to her dad. I hear the punching crackle of the CB radio, it’s Mark.

  “You alright there, Kit? Goin’ a little slow… last one to the lake’s a rotten egg.”

  I smile to myself, grateful he can’t tell what I’m really thinking.

  “Oh, I’m just fine. Just letting you old timer get a head start… Just keep the emergency channel clear Mark. It’s your weekend off, remember?” I tell him, wondering again how I’m gonna make it through a whole weekend of this.

  “Roger that and amen!” he replies and he signs off. I know Mark though, he can’t bear to be away from the station for more than enough time to sleep. He lives and breathes his job, his service.

  “We don’t have to rush now,” Bree says knowingly, and I smile wider, then start to laugh.

  “I mean about being in front of dad…” she finishes saying, and we both laugh.

  I’m doing maybe twenty tops now. I can’t think straight with her so close, worrying if she wants me, if I’ve upset her and thinking about how her dad’s going to take all of this.

  “He can’t find out,” I hear myself say out loud.

  The coy smile that spreads across Bree’s face is enough to allay all my fears about how she feels and I know in that moment that she feels exactly the same as I do.

  “Will you hug me again?” she asks, looking out the window again.

  “Maybe,” I tease her.

  “Maybe!” she asks, turning to me again, her eyes wide and her nostrils flared.

  “Because when I do, I know I won’t be able to stop…” I explain, “this is a dangerous thing, Bree… with your dad… it’s my job y’know…”

  Bree sighs loudly, sounding like a girl who’s achieved momentary satisfaction, but is also putting me on notice.

  “I’ll talk about college then,” she says, but her eyes burn into me, “…but I want that hug, promise?”

  And I growl again.

  A satisfied, yearning and hungry sound. A sound that makes me think of something wild and abandoned, something that’s pounding against the bars, trying to get out.

  The animal in me. The beast that she’s awoken.

  I hear her breath catch and I dare to glance at her legs as she presses them together tightly, rubbing her thighs as she makes a slight sound of her own, filling the air with the unmistakable sweetness of her own arousal.

  “Promise?” she coos, and I watch one of my hands resting on her thigh, squeezing it gently as she gasps loudly.

  “Oh, I promise…” I tell her. “I promise.”

  “Now,” I command her, after several moments, “Tell me about college.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Bree

  One thing I love more than Kit telling me how it’s going to be, is him giving me an order to tell him about college. It's how I find out how much we have in common, and that I can talk to him like we’ve just picked up from where we left off.

  Maybe before I never had much, nothing too deep to discuss with him when I was younger. Or whenever the last time I saw him was. But it’s different now.

  I know Kit does the same stuff as my dad, that they studied, still do to keep up with all the latest developments in their field.

  I used to worry about dad, going out and rescuing people. That one day he might need rescuing himself, but since I learn
ed, years ago that Kit was with him the whole time, it set my mind at ease.

  Kit’s like superman, he’s built like nothing and nobody else and he’s smart. I don’t ever think Kit would put himself or my dad in a situation he didn’t know how to handle.

  Except maybe this one.

  The one we’re kind of making for ourselves.

  “So, with your degree. Do you want to leave it at that or are you looking to go deeper with it?” he asks me, and I can tell he’s genuinely interested.

  I do have plans for further study, but having just finished up nearly four years of it, it’s not something I’m thinking about right now. I’m trying to not think about it, but talking with Kit, he gives me inspiration to do what I feel is right for me.

  He tells me how he never wanted to be a rescue paramedic. He originally wanted to be an orthopedic surgeon, which kind of blows me away.

  “Did you flunk the tests to get into that?” I ask, and registering the look of hurt on his face, I feel terrible.

  “That’s not how I meant it… I mean… I just…”

  Crap!

  “I only said it that way because I know I wanted to do archeology, as a science and my grades only got me English lit. I didn’t mean anything… I’m so stupid. I should think before I speak.”

  I watch Kit’s jaw clench again, his hand’s tightening on the wheel and I’m already kissing goodbye to my daydream fantasy, the one I thought we were about to act out. The one where my dad’s workmate, best friend, falls in love with me and we live happily ever after?

  I guess I was wrong.

  “Look. Bree.” He growls suddenly, “I’m sick of hearing you put yourself down, okay? Ever since you got in this truck, since we’ve been talking just now, it’s all been about how subpar you are at everything… just… ease up on yourself, okay?

  “Get out of your own way and you might be surprised at the beautiful, smart and very capable person that you’ll find when you decide to just be yourself.”

  He blows out a big puff of air when he’s finished, like he’s been holding all that back while we’ve been talking most of the way. I look at the time and realize, we’ll be at the lake house soon and all I’ve pretty much done the whole way is run myself down, all the while telling myself how great Kit is.

  I feel my chest shuddering as I try to breathe, forcing myself not to cry. I’ve never had anyone be so point blank with me, anyone who isn’t trying to hurt my feelings anyway.

  “I mean it Bree, I think you need to ease up on the negative self-speak. It’s not good for you. You’re a beautiful talented young woman.”

  But now I see its Kit turn to stammer and shudder, the emotion in his voice getting the better of him.

  “Go on” I encourage him, deciding I like this talk better, and with Kit’s deep baritone, I could listen to him all day long.

  “I’m just saying…” he says, and reaching his hand over to me, I want him to touch me again, but the static snap of the CB radio cuts in again, and Kit snatches his hand back, as though dad’s right here in the cab with us.

  “You kids far away? Kit… I’m here at the lake house, just makin’ sure you haven’t run away with my daughter or anything like that…Over.”

  I let out a noise and I notice Kit turning white. He clears his throat and furrows his brow before picking up the receiver, knowing better than to leave a fellow EMT member hanging.

  “Ah, roger that, Mark. Didn’t copy that last part though… you alright there? Over.”

  I hear dad’s laughter over the airwaves, and it relaxes us both, but also turns the ‘we need to be careful’ dial up to about a thousand. If dad’s even joking like this, it means he knows Kit would never even dream of doing anything with his only daughter.

  “Doh, just teasing, buddy. Never mind. I’ll see ya both in a while… Put Bree on, Kit, will ya? Over.”

  I say hi and bye to dad, telling him we’re almost there, half wishing, seriously hoping Kit will pull over before we do get there. Give me another one of those special hugs, maybe something more.

  But he doesn’t.

  I don’t hate him for it, I don’t feel rejected either. We’ve got all weekend, but more than that, I hope we’ve got the rest of our lives to spend together.

  I only hope, I only pray that Kit feels the same way that I do.

  It’ll break dad’s heart, but I know what I want. I hope Kit’s a man who knows what he wants too.

  I’m right here, ready and waiting, Kit.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Kit

  I want nothing more than to pull over somewhere. Maybe find a hotel, and just book us both in, lock the door and never come out. Not until I’m done giving Bree everything I want, done everything I want to do to her.

  I notice Bree is down on herself whenever she talks about herself and her accomplishments. I won’t have that, and I have to tell her so, in my own way. Growing up in foster care, I never had real parents that loved me the way I know Mark loves Bree. Since her Mom went away. Mark’s parents have done all they can for them both, financially and otherwise, but Bree still seems to have some negative programming which snuck in somewhere.

  I used to be the runt of the litter. In the foster homes, in school, everywhere I went, so I know what it means firsthand to be down on yourself too. I know how important it is to focus on your best rather than the things you want to change. Changing things for the better instead of pointing out the faults is something I learned from Mark himself. We met in Junior college, on the wrestling team.

  Mark showed me through example how to change for the better, and I hope I can get some of that across to Bree as well.

  She’s got nothing to be down on herself about. She’s smart, considerate and she sure is beautiful, there’s no doubt about that.

  Being a little heavier set than some girls, I don’t know why anyone would view that as a bad thing, I could just eat her up all day. And if things go my way, that’s exactly what I intend to do with Bree, and more.

  We’re on the final ascent, up the big hill to the lake. The last leg of the trip usually fills me with excitement, but this time, I’m almost dreading the lake house. Not because I’ll be there with Bree, but because I’ll be there with Bree… and her dad, who I will always consider my brother, my best friend.

  Bree and I both know what’s coming, and try as we might, it’s an impossible thing to stop now that it’s been set in motion.

  I want to ask her if she’s alright, make sure I didn’t hurt her feelings by pulling her up like that, on being down on herself, but we just keep giving each other these goofy, wide-eyed looks. Half-expecting some sort of miracle to happen, guaranteeing we can just be alone for a bit to sort all these feelings out.

  To finally press ourselves against each other, so we can stop pretending we need to live as two separate people anymore.

  I know Bree’s the one, I just know it. It’s a crazy thing to realize, especially at my age, but I really do know that we’ll be together forever.

  I almost jump out of my skin as we near the turn off to the lake. I feel Bree’s hand in mine suddenly and I squeeze it reassuringly, even though it feels like her dad’s hand is grabbing me by the scruff of my neck, making a fist with a warning of what he’s going to do to me for defiling his daughter.

  “We’ll be alright, Kit. Won’t we?” she asks, and I have to agree.

  “Of course,” I tell her, and I fight the urge to kiss her hand, only because I know that if I bring her skin that close to my lips, it’ll ignite a powder keg inside me that I know there’s only one cure for. And for that, I also know we’ll both just have to wait. A little bit anyway.

  We both gasp aloud as we come over the crest of the big hill, the huge lake sprawls out before us, like a giant shimmering crater on another planet.

  I’ll bring us up here every chance I get… alone.

  I promise her in my mind. I love coming up here, to fish with Mark, but I know after today, that things will never be t
he same. I know I’ll only ever see Bree in my mind when I think of the lake house, and we haven’t even gotten there yet.

  “Everything looks so different.” She exclaims, and I notice that too, despite the menacing weather on the horizon, which is unusual for this time of year.

  The lake sure does look deeper, bluer and all the trees and hills around it look fresher, greener and brighter.

  “Maybe it’s just the light.” I comment absently, and I’m thrilled to feel her hand in mine again.

  “I think it’s the company,” she says, matter of fact. And feeling her eyes on me, I feel myself flush. I’m proud of her, for reaching out to me. I’m amazed by her, she’s so damned beautiful. And most of all, I’m excited by her, I can feel the magic between us growing every second we’re together. Time’s flying by already and I don’t want to waste another minute of my life without her in it. Without her by my side.

  Without me deep inside her too.

  I try not to have those thoughts, but with her so close to me, her hand in mine, my body’s craving hers now more than ever.

  So much for the long drive up to decide it’s all in my mind, that it could never work, that maybe she’s just not interested in an older man.

  “How am I gonna keep my hands off you?” I ask her, and myself as we finally pull up to the lake house road, a two mile driveway to take us right to the lake’s edge, where our lake house sits. Mark and I bought it way back, got it for peanuts and spent every summer working on it until it became something we could both be equally proud of.

  “Maybe I don’t want you to,” Bree says, and I feel a stab of panic rising.

  “What?” I ask, trying not to sound worried.

  “Maybe I don’t want you to try and keep your hands off me,” she coos, as she takes my hand and puts it right up her skirt, between her legs, pressing her sweet pussy right up against my fingers with a gasp.