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I see Mark coming out of the lake house front door and I have to pull my hand back.

  “So you can feel me on you for the rest of the day,” Bree gasps again, writhing a little as her breath shudders, making me groan too.

  I realize, casually touching my fingers to my lips, tasting her for the first time, that for the second time today I have to deal with her father, my best friend with a raging hard on.

  For a man my size and in these jeans too, that’s not something easy to deal with.

  That’s one I owe you Bree.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Bree

  I just can’t help it. The thought of Kit not touching me, keeping his distance, probably going out on the lake for the rest of the day without me… It’s too much to bear.

  I haven’t got time to wait for his first kiss, not with dad so close by as we pull up. So I do what I’ve felt like doing all along, take his huge warm hand and put it right where I need it most.

  Damn! I wished I’d thought of this an hour ago, I could’ve let off some of this pressure building inside me along the way, maybe even helped out Kit a little too. I’ve been watching his huge, thick member grow hard, then harder, all the way up here. The poor man must be near bursting point just like me.

  But I want to save myself for him, I vow not to touch myself, not that I know much about that anyway. But I want him to feel me, to taste me. To have a little of my scent to take with him for the rest of the day, so he can come back to it, anytime he wants.

  Dad’s waving to us both, and I feel an extra rush of heat down there as I watch Kit taste his fingers. Hear him groan, then growl as I watch his tongue slide over my essence on his fingers, it’s had the opposite effect of helping us make do until later.

  I want him and I know he wants me right now, more than ever.

  But with dad coming over to the truck, it’s time to do a different kind of unloading. Kit’s got a lot of gear, with some tools and supplies to continue renovating the new wing of the house.

  Kit hops out first, making a beeline for the rear of the truck to start unloading. I smile at him in the passenger rear view, noting his hungry look, but understanding too that we need to keep up appearances, for dad’s sake now.

  I press the button to unlock my seatbelt, opening the door and moving to climb out of the truck, but I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder and neck as I half-slip out of the truck again, most of me still held in place by the seat belt.

  “Kit!” I cry out, but I feel something pull and my hand can’t reach the button anymore. I’m stuck, half dangling out of the truck.

  I hear both dad and Kit rushing over, with both calling out to me to stay still and calm.

  Calm?

  How do I stay calm! I can feel my skirt’s ridden all the way up and I’m hanging one leg in, one leg out of this damned truck.

  Dad’s got me in a second lifting me up so he’s holding my weight. Kit races around and is back inside the cab, desperately punching the seat belt button.

  “What’s happening Kit, talk to me,” dad says calmly, he strokes my hair and I can feel myself starting to cry. It’s so humiliating.

  “Damned release on the button’s not working.”

  I hear something from Kit’s side, and crane my neck, I see him taking out something from his belt.

  “I’m cutting the belt, Mark, you got her?”

  “Are you sure you can’t…”

  “Just tell me you’ve got her, Mark! I’m cutting her loose!” Kit yells, and I feel my dad’s hands tightening around me, supporting me.

  “Alright, Kit. Easy does it, I got her. You’re alright baby, I got you.”

  Kit’s sliced through the belt in a second, and my dad supports my neck with his hand as he carries me inside.

  I hear Kit growling inside the truck, then the sound of plastic cracking as he yells out in anger.

  “It’s alright baby… You’ll be alright, just got caught up in the seatbelt is all. Let’s take a look at your neck. Keep still now…”

  Some start to my great weekend. I feel embarrassed, totally humiliated more than anything else, plus now Kit’s brand new truck has damage to it, and all because of my stupid clumsy fat ass.

  I’m holding back the tears, but as soon as dad has me laying on the couch in the sun room of the lake house, propped up with pillows to support my neck, I can’t help it and start to bawl like a baby.

  Dad does a few short assessments, but I feel fine, just a bruised ego, maybe a little sprain in my neck.

  He tells me to stay put, while he goes to get his medical bag and a neck brace from his own truck.

  Once he’s outside the front door, I can catch snippets of his conversation with Kit, who’s furious… with himself.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Kit

  “It’s gonna be okay. Kit. Jesus! Take it easy, man. She’s got a partial sprain at best, a skinned knee. It’s over Kit, calm yourself.”

  But I’m not over it. I won’t be calm.

  “I should’ve made sure she got out of the truck first,” I tell Mark, “She had trouble getting in too.”

  Mark’s looking at me sideways, the corner of his mouth creased. I can feel his questioning mind as he studies me.

  “Well, it’s over now. I’ll just go get my bag, brace her neck, just to be on the-”

  “I’ll get it!” I snarl, and I storm off towards his truck. I feel Mark’s hand on my arm, I try to pull away but he’s got plenty of strength to spin me around to face him.

  “You go take it easy, Kit.” Mark says, not a hint of anger in his voice. “I dunno what’s got you so wound up, but I can look out for my own daughter, alright? Go take a walk or something Kit… I got this one, seriously.”

  Mark’s also my boss, and his tone, although friendly, is the same one he uses when he’s kicking ass.

  I clench my teeth and bite down so hard I see spots in front of my eyes. Kicking up some dust in front of me with my boots, I storm off, heading for the woods near the house. There’s a choice of thin trails to take me either to the lake or up into the hills. I choose the high road, in response to Mark’s god damned common sense, level-headed professional attitude.

  How dare he.

  She’s mine!

  I know how to look after my girl better than anyone!

  And, so I go on. Right until I’ve fumed my way right to the top of the hill overlooking the whole lake, overlooking the house, which looks tiny from where I stand. The dark clouds seem so far off, but like the ones in my mind, the ones about Bree and me, about her dad. They feel like they’re rolling in right on top of me already, before anything’s even happened.

  I know Bree’s alright, Mark’s a top notch medic and he knows more than I do when it comes to neck injuries. If Bree was in any real trouble, I’d know about it by now.

  But I can’t budge the hurt I feel, the anger at letting her get caught up in the stupid belt like that.

  I should’ve done more, I’m supposed to be there for her now, to protect her. To watch over her.

  Is that why you’re sulking a mile up a hillside?

  Protecting her?

  A chill runs over me and the hot sweat I’ve worked up is rapidly cooled by the crisp afternoon air. I feel foolish on one hand, but totally justified on the other. Bree’s mine, I’m going to make her mine, no matter who or what gets in the way.

  I need to stop kidding around. Need to either stake my claim with Bree or let it go, and I’m not about to do that, not in a million years.

  I can see the house from up here, but I’ve never felt further away from something that I know belongs to me. I need to get back to Bree, I need to settle this once and for all.

  No more games, no more playing around.

  If I had my sneakers on, I’d run, but a swift pace in my boots is my best bet as I snake my way back down the trail, forking off to the left halfway down. The way I know will bring me right out back of the house.

  I make a mental note along the way, Repair the tr
ail closure that leads to the old mine. The lumber’s rotted again, and it’s wide open. Not a good thing if anyone gets lost and goes down that route, but being private property, we don’t really get hikers up here.

  Still, a stitch in time, Kit…

  I can almost hear Mark’s voice in my mind. He’s a stickler for details, and organized like an army.

  I shake off my mood as I think of him, smiling to myself at all the crazy things we’ve been through together. How he’ll take it, about Bree and me? I think I’ll leave a lot of that up to Bree to work out too, he’s her dad and she’s got a say in all this too.

  For now, I just need to get my ass back to her, fix that damned seatbelt for one… Maybe then I can tell her how it’s gonna be from now on.

  “Oh! Hello, you startled me…”

  I try not to groan aloud with annoyance, with disappointment, but about those hikers never coming up this way?

  “Mmmm, you’re a rescue worker too. How appropriate… I seem to be in need of a little… rescuing myself…”

  A short, curt smile presses across my face. She’s doing her best to be a damsel in distress, but what she needs is to hold her map up the right way and go get a sandwich. Maybe a decent pair of shoes.

  Who wears heels on a hiking trail?

  I get it a lot with work. Tall, stick thin, Malibu Barbie types. They fake chest pains or being lost, anything to get a free ride, a bit of attention or worse. I even had one grab me right on the dick once, it was horrible.

  This one has so much silicone, it’s hard to know where Barbie ends and bimbo begins, but she’s still a human being and I am in uniform. Kind of.

  “I’m off duty,” I inform her casually, and looking down the trail at the house, which is only fifty yards away now, I feel my blood start to boil again.

  “And you’re trespassing. This is a private trail.”

  Her eyes flutter but there’s nothing in them that I want. I have some place else to be, somewhere important, and dealing with trespassers, dolled up or no, isn’t my idea of a first fun day at the lake house.

  “Maybe you could invite me in?” She suggests, and I feel my whole body tensing, reminding myself to remain polite, treat her just like any other patient.

  “At the end of this trail, down there,” I say, pointing to the base, “You can make a right turn, and two miles down will bring you back out onto the road. A left turn will take you past our boundary, which is five miles.”

  She pouts and I tilt my head slightly, wondering if she has a mental problem too, but no. She’s just trying it on.

  Lonely female hiker from the city…Yawn.

  “Or, I could call the sheriff?” I tell her, not even trying to sound so nice all of a sudden.

  I’ve seen it a hundred times, and I always tell them the same thing.

  “You should be more careful, a lot of folks up here have firearms and aren’t so polite to trespassers. Follow this trail and you’ll end up where you started, have a nice day.” I hear myself growling, watching where her ass should be, only making sure it’s getting off my property.

  I sigh heavily, and turning to head up the path to the lake house, my lake house, I catch a glimpse of Bree at the sunroom window, looking fine but rigidly stiff in a neck brace. I lift my hand in a wave, but she turns away from me.

  And I can only guess what she thinks she just saw.

  Shit.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Bree

  “You should really go lay down honey, I’ll only be a couple of hours. Probably just a hiker, they get lost up here some times. If Kit was pointing her anywhere, it would’ve been away from our house… Now, honey. Please?”

  Dad’s in his timber rowboat, the one he and Kit made together. It looks almost empty without Kit in it, but I can tell dad’s just itching to try his new fly fishing tie.

  With or without Kit. He did tell me he was mad with Kit, for overreacting about the whole seat belt thing, but dad’s as quick to forget something like that as he is to make up for how bad the other person feels once he remembers.

  “Rest that neck darlin’!” He calls out softly, making slow and long strokes away from the little harbor next to the house, the short pier that they made, like the boat. Everything around the lake house reminds me of dad, and then of Kit. They built this whole place up from a little shed.

  I heave a sigh, and feel a spasm in my neck, which traces down my back, making me stiffen up and yelp in pain.

  I gasp again as I turn but only because I see Kit instead of the house, his huge body, like a wall of muscle and man blocking it. I feel suddenly small, struggling to remember my anger at seeing him with that… woman.

  He touches both my arms gently, lowering himself to my eye level. I can see him glancing over my shoulder, checking where dad is on the lake before he chances rubbing one of my arms with his huge, warm hand. It sends shivers up my spine, replacing any pain I had, erasing any memory and bad feeling.

  “I’m sorry…” I hear myself blurt out, and I start to cry again.

  Jesus, Bree! Get a grip. Act your age for once.

  But Kit’s such a gentleman, he expertly and very quickly holds me in his arms, his body like a huge blanket around me, extra mindful of my neck and I don’t even feel self-conscious about looking like a disaster with him, not one bit.

  He holds me for a while, until I settle down some, and scared of having dad see us, I get it together. I wipe my eyes and although it feels so wrong to do it, I pull myself away from Kit.

  “C’mon,” Kit says softly, “let’s get you inside, you should be resting that neck.”

  “That’s what dad said,” I say, and Kit laughs quietly to himself.

  “Who’s your girlfriend?” I ask him, not even hiding the hurt in my voice, but I register the hurt in his eyes.

  “My, uh…girlfriend. I thought maybe you were… unless I…?” he says, blushing a little.

  I think my heart’s actually stopped. To hear him say girlfriend and you in the same sentence, it’s too much and I have to struggle to remember again that I’m mad.

  “That woman, I saw you both.” I challenge him. He holds the door open for me, closing it, he checks the lake again. As I settle myself onto the couch I can see dad on the lake, his back to us. The setting sun in his eyes as it almost dips past the peaks of the tall hills around the lake.

  Kit sighs, squatting down in front of me, and a part of me wants to reach out and touch his face. Another part of me wants to watch his body tense up as he supports himself on the balls of his feet, but the bigger part of me just shamelessly stares at his crotch as his legs open out to keep him balanced.

  I feel his finger on my chin, lifting my head up ever so gently, his shining eyes look deep into mine, filled with a thousand thoughts and only one feeling.

  “Bree. That woman was trespassing, and I told her so. If you see her again, let me know so I can have her arrested. Alright?”

  “You mean you weren’t…?” I ask, and he only frowns.

  “But she was,” I hear myself protest in a whisper.

  “She’s an idiot.” Kit assures me, and I feel better straight away.

  He’s moving in closer now, his face only inches from mine and I can feel my heart leap again, straining to jump out of my aching chest.

  My whole body aches for Kit, for his touch.

  I keep my eyes open as I watch his lips part gently, coming closer to mine…he’s really going to…

  Brrriiiinnggg! Brrriiiinnggg!

  The old Bakelite phone screams so loud that both of us jump.

  Kit stifles a groan of disappointment and I yelp in pain again, my neck suddenly hurting from the movement.

  Kit sighs again, and when he stands up in front of me, I have a perfect view of his front, fully relaxed but well on the way to being excited again, I feel like it’s a curse. Having him parading himself like this in front of me, the chain of events seemingly conspiring against me from that magical moment I can finally free him from t
hat denim prison and take him in my mouth.

  “Hello?” Kit answers the phone friendly enough, I’d be ripping it out of the wall and getting back over to what we were doing… maybe get that thick, fat dick of his out before dad gets back?

  But no, not yet.

  “Oh! Hello Sheriff… Yes I did… Yes she was… No I didn’t… Sure. He’s out on the lake… I’ll let him know. That’s all... no worries at all, thanks Sheriff.”

  And if Kit doesn’t do at least half of what I wish for I’m going to burst, he comes back over to me, squatting down in front of me all over again. Not quite getting his dick out, but I’ll take the next best thing.

  “Who was that?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but wanting to facepalm by my obvious question.

  “The sheriff,” he says, inching his way closer to me again, his hands resting on my thighs as I open my legs, willing him forward as he leans in to kiss me for the first time.

  I feel my skirt riding up too, but I don’t care. I can hardly take a breath, I don’t want to. If I do, it might spoil the moment. I watch Kit’s eyes close and then feel the heaviness of my own, his hot lips pressing tenderly right over mine, he gently draws his arms around me, handling me like I might break, but I can’t help it. I grab hold of him, pulling him towards me, holding the back of his head and groaning into his mouth as I feel my tongue greedily reaching for his.

  He smells so good, and tastes even better. He’s been up in the woods and smells like the trees, rain and man, all rolled into one.

  I feel my other hand reaching out, reaching for that bulge I’m craving. I need to feel it. I want to touch it.

  “Bree...” he says gently, “Your dad… this is really…” But I’m pulling him back towards me. When I feel his mouth on mine, his body so close. The whole world just disappears, and I know that for the first time in forever, I’ve finally done something right.

  I’ve found the one, and I’m never letting him go.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kit

  “Just tell me you want this.” It’s all I can say to her. What my body is crying out for me to do to her is another matter, but I need to be sure that what I’m sensing from Bree, what her body’s telling me, matches up with my own, incredible desire for her. Not just right at this minute, but for every moment of my life in the future.