took the not-so-subtle hint and pushed his tongue in to meet mine. His hands moved down my shoulders and over my back until he gripped my butt and pulled me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
Next thing I know he’s got me on my back and pressing his erection into my hip, I hear myself groan as the anticipation builds. I want him, but I shouldn’t, I can’t. He’s too much, too big, too dangerous.
He shifted his weight and made fast work of getting his hand down the front of my jeans. He shoves the crotch down and cups my sex.
“Oh God.” I said wishing suddenly I hadn’t.
He stopped abruptly and looked down at me, “What was that?”
“Oh Turner?” I tried to save the moment.
“Nice try.” He sat up. “Now you have to pay. You leave me no choice.” He took my hand and helped me back over to the blanket. “Take the pants off.” He knelt in front of me, waiting.
My goodies are awake and tapping their fingers together. I make a little better show of undressing this time.
He picked up my foot to slide the denim off and tossed my the jeans aside. “Sit.” He ordered.
I sat grateful his larger than large t-shirt covered me as I did.
He’s sitting Indian-style in front of me. He reaches out and moves my hair off my shoulder. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
“Why?” He leaned back on his hands like we’re at a slumber party sitting on the floor full of pillows and blankets.
“Did your mother raise you?”
His eyebrows drew together, “Not entirely, what does that have to do with it?”
“Do you respect her?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why do you get off on causing women pain? What would your mother say?”
“This has nothing to do with her.”
“Sure it does. Would you beat the mother of your children?”
I saw the door slam shut in his eyes. “You’re not my mother, and I am most certainly not a father.” He got up and walked off into the vastness that’s the property around us. It goes on for miles.
I pulled my jeans back on and felt my goodies tick tick ticking me. They’re none too happy with me. I took my frustration out on the rabbit, put it up to cook, and went down to the river to bathe. The water is as cold as it was yesterday, but it matches my mood today, so it feels good.
I wash and let the water hide my tears. Suddenly I wanted to go home, to leave this confusing mess and go back to the conflicts I can handle. I’d pay to have a client lie to me rather than look at Turner one more time.
Seeing him shut down like that stabbed me in the heart. Why do I even care?? Because the pain I see in those brilliant blue eyes tugs at my heart strings. I like defending people because I find it hard not to want to help the innocent. It’s been a problem my entire life. I’ll save you the boring baby bird stories.
I decided to take advantage of the midday sun and let it warm my naked body in the grass not far from the shore. I’d lay on the shore, but it’s rocky and sandy.
There are a few patches of grass in these alpine desert mountains. I love the clean crisp air, the clean flow of rocks to tall pines and back again is beautiful. Sometimes the rivers will pool water and I can really sink in over my head. Like I am with Turner. In over my head.
I don’t understand him. Maybe I should try to just walk down the mountain and leave. I could probably do it, even if I only got away with one of his guns it would be dangerous. More so because I could trip and hurt myself. Eventually you run out of fluids and bullets.
A shadow fell over me and I put my hand up to shield my eyes in case it’s not a cloud. Turner is glaring down at me. I see his jaw tighten.
I sat up, “Now what??”
He scooped me up and walked me directly back to the tent where he ducked inside and deposited me on the blankets. “Next time you want some sun you make sure I’m with you.”
“I thought there was nobody else up here.” I argued sitting up and covering myself with a blanket.
He
Next thing I know he’s got me on my back and pressing his erection into my hip, I hear myself groan as the anticipation builds. I want him, but I shouldn’t, I can’t. He’s too much, too big, too dangerous.
He shifted his weight and made fast work of getting his hand down the front of my jeans. He shoves the crotch down and cups my sex.
“Oh God.” I said wishing suddenly I hadn’t.
He stopped abruptly and looked down at me, “What was that?”
“Oh Turner?” I tried to save the moment.
“Nice try.” He sat up. “Now you have to pay. You leave me no choice.” He took my hand and helped me back over to the blanket. “Take the pants off.” He knelt in front of me, waiting.
My goodies are awake and tapping their fingers together. I make a little better show of undressing this time.
He picked up my foot to slide the denim off and tossed my the jeans aside. “Sit.” He ordered.
I sat grateful his larger than large t-shirt covered me as I did.
He’s sitting Indian-style in front of me. He reaches out and moves my hair off my shoulder. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
“Why?” He leaned back on his hands like we’re at a slumber party sitting on the floor full of pillows and blankets.
“Did your mother raise you?”
His eyebrows drew together, “Not entirely, what does that have to do with it?”
“Do you respect her?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why do you get off on causing women pain? What would your mother say?”
“This has nothing to do with her.”
“Sure it does. Would you beat the mother of your children?”
I saw the door slam shut in his eyes. “You’re not my mother, and I am most certainly not a father.” He got up and walked off into the vastness that’s the property around us. It goes on for miles.
I pulled my jeans back on and felt my goodies tick tick ticking me. They’re none too happy with me. I took my frustration out on the rabbit, put it up to cook, and went down to the river to bathe. The water is as cold as it was yesterday, but it matches my mood today, so it feels good.
I wash and let the water hide my tears. Suddenly I wanted to go home, to leave this confusing mess and go back to the conflicts I can handle. I’d pay to have a client lie to me rather than look at Turner one more time.
Seeing him shut down like that stabbed me in the heart. Why do I even care?? Because the pain I see in those brilliant blue eyes tugs at my heart strings. I like defending people because I find it hard not to want to help the innocent. It’s been a problem my entire life. I’ll save you the boring baby bird stories.
I decided to take advantage of the midday sun and let it warm my naked body in the grass not far from the shore. I’d lay on the shore, but it’s rocky and sandy.
There are a few patches of grass in these alpine desert mountains. I love the clean crisp air, the clean flow of rocks to tall pines and back again is beautiful. Sometimes the rivers will pool water and I can really sink in over my head. Like I am with Turner. In over my head.
I don’t understand him. Maybe I should try to just walk down the mountain and leave. I could probably do it, even if I only got away with one of his guns it would be dangerous. More so because I could trip and hurt myself. Eventually you run out of fluids and bullets.
A shadow fell over me and I put my hand up to shield my eyes in case it’s not a cloud. Turner is glaring down at me. I see his jaw tighten.
I sat up, “Now what??”
He scooped me up and walked me directly back to the tent where he ducked inside and deposited me on the blankets. “Next time you want some sun you make sure I’m with you.”
“I thought there was nobody else up here.” I argued sitting up and covering myself with a blanket.
He
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