I'm Holding On

by Scarlet Wolfe

  I don’t say anything else. I’m pretty confident of how she’s going to feel, and I don’t want her getting hurt, but I can’t interfere. She’s quiet but holds my hand until we get to the falls, which are located in the Columbia River Gorge about forty minutes from Portland.

  You can take a small hike and view the falls from a bridge, and you can also take about a mile hike to the top. The highest fall plummets 542 feet and the lowest, 69 feet. I’ll hike as many miles as Bryn wants if I can continue to stay behind her. I get to gape at her shapely ass and legs.

  We stand on the forty-five foot long, arched footbridge and watch the falls and a smaller one that runs below us. I wrap my arms around her from behind and pull her close.

  “It’s so beautiful, Drew.”

  “It is, but I see something more beautiful every day.” I kiss her neck.

  “Thank you, but this is really amazing.”

  “You must think so,” I say, chuckling. “The hair on your arms is standing up.”

  “That’s from you touching me, Drew.”

  I hug her tighter, loving her a little more.

  Brynlee

  This moment feels perfect. Drew’s holding me, and I’m staring at this natural beauty, feeling the mist of the falls against my cheeks. The terrain that surrounds us pops with different shades of green as thick moss feeds from the falls, gracing the landscape.

  Then there’s the grey and tans from the rocky hillside along with the white from the falls that stands out even more from the green that neighbors it.

  “It’s the loveliest sound.” I lean back against Drew and close my eyes. I know there are a ton of people around, but it’s as if no one’s here but us. His heart is beating hard against my back. “Are you OK?” I ask.

  “I’m perfect, Bryn, like every other time I’m this close to you.” I turn around in his arms and hug him, feeling his rumbling heart against me. When I lift up, he frames my face and gives me a soft kiss, causing the butterflies to stir.

  After we hike to the top of the trail and admire the view from there, we decide to leave and get lunch, but first Drew pulls me by the hand to the gift shop in the lodge.

  “It’s endearing how you want to buy a souvenir everywhere we go.” He doesn’t respond as we make our way inside. He grabs a brochure and a postcard.

  “I would like a postcard,” I say.

  His eyes light up. “You would?”

  “Yes. It’ll be nice to look at it on the fridge and reminisce about today.” He gives me a broad grin before we pay and make our way outside. “Drew, it’s pouring.” We’re standing under a covered awning.

  “The car is parked pretty far away. I’ll go get it and pick you up here.” He shoves the small bag from the gift shop under the front of his shirt and into his shorts a little.

  “We’re already kind of wet from the falls. I haven’t played in the rain in a long time.” I grin up at him.

  “You realize it will be more like you swam in the falls by the time we get to the car.”

  “Then why don’t I go get it and pick you up? I’d hate for you to get that stylish head of hair wet,” I say.

  “Are you making fun of me?”

  I have to giggle. A dozen or so people are now gathered around us and appear to have no intentions of braving the rain.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sugar.”

  “Oh no,” I say quietly.

  “What?”

  “Every time you call me that, I’m going to think about what you said earlier in the car. You know, about your thing still working.”

  He gives me a devilish grin.

  “What thing is that, Bryn?”

  “That thing I asked if you’d slap me with.” I pinch his nipple and twist it before he grabs my hand and drags me into the rain, running and pulling me behind him.

  I’ll show him. I begin slowing down, our arms stretching farther out from each other. When Drew’s forced to stop, he turns and looks at me. Shaking his head, he shows a serious expression like I’m soon going to be in a lot of trouble.

  That’s hot. I give him a mischievous grin. We walk the rest of the way to the car that’s parked at the very back of the lot. No one is around due to the rain. He opens the door and backs away, so I can get in, and that’s when I see his eyes flash to my top.

  I had forgotten about the white tank I’m wearing. It has a thin, built in bra, so when I glance down, I see my nipples at full attention as my shirt clings to my skin. I slowly raise my eyes to his.

  He pushes the door closed and shoves me against the side of the car. His mouth is on mine, plundering while his hands are raiding my tank top. He’s already breaching my new rule, and I’m struggling to care.

  I feel his erection against me as his tongue ravishes mine. The dismal clouds have opened wide, saturating us, but no amount of rain can extinguish the passion inundating us.

  I pull my lips away. “Drew.”

  “No, Bryn. Don’t say it.” His forehead rests against mine, rubbing back and forth. “Don’t tell me I have to stop.” His voice is pleading, his breathing choppy.

  His desperation tugs at my heart, so I grab his face and plunge my tongue back into his mouth. Cool water pelts my skin hard, every drop like the stings of pleasure I feel ricocheting throughout my needy body as his fingers work over my nipples.

  A chunk of my soaked hair is grabbed and my mouth is probed harder, our tongues on a collision course until I can’t breathe. I pull away, panting for air.

  He’s looking at me with an urgent craving I’ve never seen from Drew, but he finally lets me go. Once we’re both inside the car, I turn to him.

  “I forgot all about the seats. I’m sorry,” I say.

  “It was worth it, but I can’t take you to lunch like this and you’re cold.” Water is running down our faces, and I’m beginning to freeze. I stick my hands between my legs to warm them.

  Desire is returning in his gaze, so I turn away. I feel bashful when we share heated moments. I’m used to being around kind and considerate Drew, not “give me the green light, and I’ll rip off all of your clothes and slap you with my dick” Drew.

  I bust out laughing. I laugh so hard, and I can’t stop. He’s driving and keeps glancing at me. No matter how hard I try to quell the giggling, it’s impossible.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s so funny?”

  “No, I can’t. I could never say it aloud.” I wipe the tears that might be rain water still dripping down my face.

  “You’re a sight, you know that?” he asks.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You look sexy as hell with your soaked, long hair and clothes, legs slick from the rain, but then you’re so damn cute over there giggling. I bet you’re laughing at me though.”

  “It’s nothing bad. I was just thinking of what we joked about earlier.” I stare out the window. My stomach is doing flip flops from how turned on I am.

  “I guess I have to take you home, so you can get a warm shower and change.”

  I can’t bring myself to look at him.

  “Or I could throw my clothes in the dryer at your house and shower there.”

  “Or you could throw your clothes in the dryer at my house and shower there.”

  He’s giving me that devilish grin once again. By the time we get to the house, I’m shivering.

  “Your lips are blue,” he says with concern as he shuts his apartment door behind me.

  We both slip off our tennis shoes and socks, and the second I raise back up, I’m being pushed against the door. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and his hands go right to my chest. He kneads my breasts as he kisses on my neck, and I’m losing control all over again. What’s gotten into him?

  “Drew.”

  “Brynlee.”

  “We talked about this earlier today. I don’t think we should do this.”

  “You don’t think, or you don’t want to?” he asks as he kisses down my neck and along my collar bone.

 
“I don’t think.”

  “Then we’re doing this. I can finally touch you, Bryn, so I’m going to do it every chance I get.” His tongue circles my ear. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispers. Taking hold of my tank top, he pulls it over my head. These men are relentless. I take his t-shirt and do the same.

  After unhooking my bra, he slides it off of me and tosses it to the floor. I unbutton my shorts and start to pull them off, but they’re stuck to me. Drew reaches over and yanks them until they’re down, my panties going with them.

  He hurries and finishes undressing before he takes all our clothes to the dryer.

  My hands are clasped in front of me as I shiver, standing bare ass naked at his door. He comes stalking toward me, all of his glorious, fit body on display, and even though he’s cold, his erection is not.

  I still can’t believe I’m seeing Drew naked. It’s something I’ve fantasized about a thousand times.

  “Take a shower with me, Brynlee.” He moves some wet strands of hair out of my face. I can’t say no to him as his lust filled, sapphire eyes speak to me.

  “You’re trampling my new rule.”

  “You want me to, and you know it.”

  “OK.”

  He gets the water ready before we both get in. We’re soaked again, but this time I’m warm. I’ve entered the lion’s den yet again.

  Attempting to Put on the Brakes

  Drew

  One of my many fantasies about Brynlee is coming true. Her nakedness is pressed against me in the shower. I could be on borrowed time, and although the moments we’re intimate make me love her more and will only cause me pain if I don’t get to have her, it’s still worth it. They’re memories that can’t be taken from me.

  My hands glide along her hourglass figure until they’re holding onto her hips. She throws her head back as I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it before I let it pop free. She moans every time I do it, and I want to erupt as her sultry, wet body brushes against mine.

  Her hand slides around my throbbing cock that’s shoved against her stomach. She strokes up and down, water making her hand move with ease. This is not going to take long. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and bury my hands in her hair.

  I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations from the steam billowing around us to her tongue in my mouth, her tits hitting my chest and her hand rubbing my dick.

  Fingers go down over my sack, and back up the length, before her thumb circles the tip, sending me over the edge. I growl into her neck and pull on the hair I have hold of. My legs want to give as the ecstasy continuously pumps through me.

  When I begin to come down from the insane high Bryn has sent me on, I can’t resist sinking my fingers into her. “Dammit, Bryn, you are so fucking warm inside.”

  She whimpers and presses her forehead against my shoulder. Her hands wrap tightly around my biceps as her body begins shaking. My two fingertips find her front wall and begin lightly pumping, her cries encouraging me to do it more.

  “Dear god, Drew, what are you touching?” she asks in a drawn out groan. I stifle a chuckle.

  “Your special spot, baby, and damn are you ever special.”

  Her legs are giving, so my free arm holds her up at the waist. The grip on my biceps tighten before she cries out my name and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. Bringing her to orgasm is the best feeling of all.

  “You’re so tight, Bryn. I’m already hard again.”

  “Fuck, Drew. I had no idea an orgasm could feel like that.”

  I wrap her in my arms and hold her snugly for a minute. After our shower, I grab a towel and rub it over her hair and her body some to dry her off. Scooping her up, I carry her out of the bathroom to my bed. I’ll make her forget she ever met Ian.

  Brynlee

  “I don’t know, Drew,” I say as he hovers over me, holding himself up with his hands. He leans down and runs his tongue along my ear and then moves to my neck.

  “Please, Bryn. Let me taste you.” He kisses a path to my collarbone.

  “So much is happening so fast. I need to put the brakes on.”

  “Need or want?” His mouth moves to my chest, his tongue making a circle around my hardened nipple. Drew’s mouth, his hands … even his commanding voice turns me on.

  “Need, but doesn’t that count for something?”

  “Yes, for bigger things. I just want to pleasure you. What harm is in that?” He sucks in my nipple before twirling his impatient tongue around it.

  “No. Get off.” I feel like I’m going insane. I’m only getting in deeper with both of them. Drew lies next to me and turns me toward him.

  “Bryn, look at me. What’s happening?”

  “Please get my clothes,” I say as I begin to cry. Drew sighs and leaves the room.

  I already love him, and I think I might be falling in love with Ian. It’s not supposed to be like this. Drew walks back in with his shorts on and my clothes in hand.

  “Please let me explain what I’m feeling,” I say. Staring at me from the side of the bed, he hands me my clothes. “Having a physical relationship is bringing us closer, but it’s happening with him, too. The difference is I feel a need to protect your feelings more.”

  “I’m not sure if I should take that as a good sign or not. Dammit, Bryn, I don’t want you to look at me as only your friend or the nice guy! I told you I want to be with you, and I’m trying to show you that.”

  “Stop taking your anger out on me. You helped create this nightmare of a situation,” I say, continuing to cry. I move to the side of the bed and put on my clothes. He’s pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair repeatedly.

  “I’m sorry, Bryn, but I feel desperate to get closer to you in that way.”

  “I don’t only think of you as a friend, Drew. I never have, and we obviously have chemistry. Look, I want you to touch me. I want your mouth all over me. I do, but I’m afraid.”

  He pulls me up from the bed, taking me into his arms. “What are you afraid of?”

  “I’m scared I’ll get in deeper with the both of you, and it will only become harder to decide, but mostly I’m afraid of you getting even closer to me and getting hurt if I choose him.”

  “Too late, Brynlee. I gave you my heart long ago.” He gently plants his lips on mine and kisses me slowly. My fingers find their way into his hair that’s still damp from the shower.

  We share a long, sensuous kiss, and it’s near impossible not to let him do more to me, but whether he likes it or not, the strong friendship between us is already there, and it’s something I’m trying not to mess up. The sad thing is if I pick Ian, Drew might not want our friendship.

  I pull away, and our foreheads rest against each other’s. “The alpha male in both of you is coming out, and it’s intense.”

  He actually chuckles. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop myself. I’ve fantasized about you for over two years, and now, you’re in front of me, and I can touch you.

  “But I know how Ian is, too, so I’m sure it is difficult for you. Come on. I’ll take you home. I don’t want to, but it sounds like I don’t have a choice this time.”

  I don’t respond. I can’t say what he wants to hear. He drives me to my apartment, and once I can finally pull away from another heated kiss, I go inside.

  I decide to give Ian a call since I’m supposed to see him tomorrow.

  “Hi, sweet girl.”

  “Hi, Ian.” I really like hearing his voice. He always sounds happy. Drew’s moodier with this situation.

  “How are you?”

  “Fine. Listen, I told Drew today that I need to share less intimate moments with the two of you. Things are getting out of hand.”

  “OK. I’ll try to behave. Do you still want me over at noon tomorrow?”

  “Yes, and make sure you have on those running shoes, and don’t worry, I have an apron for you,” I say, snickering.

  “I’m sorry, but we had a negotiated wager prior to this new touching rule of yours. I�
��m an attorney, so of course I’m going to hold you to it.”

  I sigh. These men are too much.

  “Fine, but it’s irrelevant since I’m going to win. I miss you. See you then.”

  “We’ll see, sweet girl. I miss you, too.”

  Ian

  I’ve struggled with my anger since speaking to Brynlee yesterday. Knowing she had to tell Drew to keep his hands to himself has me pissed. I’ve probably had my hands on her more since he’s a chicken shit, but I still hate thinking of them fooling around.

  This situation is getting out of control, and it’s irritating since Brynlee is the first woman I want to date exclusively. I park in front of her apartment and see that she’s outside waiting for me with a sly grin on her face.

  I haven’t been getting my exercise in since I came back to my hometown, and I have a strong suspicion we’re going to be running far. Before I even get to her, she’s on her feet.

  “Hey, don’t I even get a hug and kiss.”

  She turns and runs backward.

  “You’ll have to earn it first.”

  She’s so fucking hot. She has the shortest, thin athletic shorts on, and a bra top that goes just below her awesome tits. If I didn’t want to see them moving, I’d stay behind her to stare at her tight ass.

  She’d probably smack me if she knew the thoughts I’m having. I catch up with her and give her a sly grin of my own. “So, how far are we running today?”

  “I’m not sure. If I’m in a hurry, I only do about five miles, and something tells me I’m going to be in a hurry since I’d like to kiss you, too.”

  “We’re not going to have a winner then since I can easily do five miles.”

  She turns her head to look at me.

  “I guess we’ll both win.” She winks, and damn, I’m happy now. I might have to wear an apron, but I get to lick food off her body later.

  We run through the Pearl district, near where Bryn lives. It’s an eclectic area where the shopping is diverse from cheap to expensive with a lot of handmade items. There are antiques and bookstores to clothing boutiques and places selling outdoor gear.