by Abby Wood
"Say what you will, but you're sitting on a gold mine." Pete lowered his voice.
"Can you imagine how much money The National Enquirer or The Star would pay for proof like you've got? You have the photos, and you have the woman. If I were you, I'd cash in and retire to the Bahamas."
Jared grabbed the front of Pete's shirt and dragged him inside the door where they wouldn't be overheard . Damn me for forgetting about showing Pete that picture.
"Not one word. Do you hear me? I swear to fucking god, you spout anything about believing Melanie is a wood nymph, and I'll come after you so fast, you'll sport a new asshole with my foot up it!" He flung Pete away from him and glared.
"Chill man!" Pete straightened his shirt. "Your secret's safe with me. No skin off my nose if you want to throw away the greatest opportunity you'll ever get handed." Jared watched Pete walk outside. Halfway across the patio, he turned back and lifted his glass. Jared's hands balled into fists and he moved back inside to hunt down Melanie. Time to put a cap on the drinks and declare tonight's party a success. The desire to have Melanie all to himself and let her in on his newly discovered feelings urged him to push everyone out the door. He couldn't wait to see her expression when he told her those three words that had been missing from his vocabulary.
Chapter Eight
Monday dawned early. Melanie's head rested on his stomach, her tongue slowly licking and caressing the cock she had pleasured only moments before. Half asleep, he stroked her hair. He must be the luckiest bastard on earth to be awakened every morning by a slow, deliberate blowjob meant to begin his day by putting a smile on his face and a spring in his walk.
Working her charms, she woke him up little by little; then she raised her head. He'd never get tired of the sight of her with her lips swollen from loving him and a sparkle in her eye.
"I hate Mondays." Melanie pouted as he reluctantly climbed out of bed.
"I know, so do I, babe." He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and returned to the bedroom. "How about I take off Thursday and Friday and we go back and visit your people, so you can share the good news."
She sat up in bed. "Really? Oh Jared, yes, yes, yes!"
"I'm going to jump in the shower." He waggled his dick. "Maybe it'll revive, and we can squeeze in a little Melanie time before I'm due in at work. I wouldn't want you to think I'm ignoring you."
She nodded, cuddled down in the blankets and purred. "There is one part of me you've ignored." She yawned. "Hurry back."
He stepped under the warm spray of water, reached for the soap and lathered his body. Melanie thought he'd ignored a part of her? Hell, he'd spent hours lavishing attention all over her body. Why in the hell would she say that?
Functioning on autopilot, he shampooed his hair, thinking about Melanie's cryptic message. He'd performed sex, eaten her pussy with enthusiasm, shoved his cock down her willing throat and incorporated every toy and game into their sex life he possibly could. There wasn't anything . . . .
The soap burned his eyes, and he turned to hold his face under the water. His heartbeat raced, not from the pain, but from the offer Melanie threw out at him this morning. He never dreamed she'd allow him to have anal sex with her. His dick grew hard at the thought. He lowered the showerhead, hurried to spray down his body and stepped out of the shower. If she wanted to offer her sweet ass to him, he'd be out of his mind to turn her down. Every girlfriend he'd ever gone out with refused to let him go in the back door, and the thought of taking Melanie in her tight, puckered hole sent a thrill deep into his balls.
He barely ran the towel over his torso before he strolled out of the bathroom and approached Melanie on the bed. She lay on her side with a mischievous grin lighting up her whole face. She knew exactly what her declaration did to him, the little minx.
"You're sure?" He lay down beside her and ran his hand down her arm. She rolled over on her stomach. "In the forest there are branches that get broken off at the bottom of the trees. We girls have learned to smooth them out until they shine, and then we can back ourselves up onto the little wooden rod. Having our other hole captured with such a thing while rubbing our pussy forces our orgasm to consume our whole body."
"Hmm." He didn't trust himself to speak. The visual of Melanie getting buttfucked by a tree put his nuts in a vise of pleasure-pain.
"I truly believe I give back something to our beloved trees, using them for my pleasure, and in return, we find more happiness." She whispered, "I think putting your cock in my ass will bring you much happiness, Jared."
She closed her eyes; her voice had taken on a husky, sleepy drawl, and she squirmed against the sheet. He loved how she slipped her hands underneath her body in bed and twiddled her clit for comfort. He trailed the back of his hand along the satin smoothness of her skin. His fingers barely touched the dip in her back above her hips. Her ass sloped up in the perfect arch, and he couldn't keep from exploring every hill and valley.
He bent to place a kiss on her butt cheek; his tongue flicked out to swipe the extra soft skin. She didn't flinch, but rather purred. He accepted her encouragement. She never disappointed him in whatever he did to her. She was, beyond a doubt, the first person in his whole life to match him sexually.
He tickled the top of her ass crack, and she parted her legs more. Gently, he ran his hand down to rub her pussy. His middle finger sought her clit, the heel of his palm pressed against her asshole. She stuck her ass in the air, and he moved his thumb up to draw a circle around the space he'd love to claim.
Instead of the resistance he expected, the puckered hole relaxed, and he slipped the first joint on his thumb inside. "Oh, baby, it sucks me right in. Do you like that?"
"Yes, Jared." She tilted her hips to accept more. "I can take your cock, I promise. Without moving his thumb, he shifted between her sprawled legs and held his dick in his hand. His cock—rock hard—pulsed at the prospect of plunging into unknown territory. He removed his thumb, lowered his head and lubricated her asshole with his tongue. The simple act turned him on more than he ever dreamed. Needing to involve his cock in the action, he placed it on her hole, teasing and enticing both of them. He wanted to let her get accustomed to his size. He stroked the length of his cock, letting the bead of pre-cum add more lubrication to that inviting, furrowed entrance. When he thought her slick and ready, he ran his swollen cock head up and down her crack, forcing her to anticipate the way he'd fill her up with his size.
"I love you, baby." He groaned. His cock teased the hole that taunted him and begged to suck him dry. "Relax. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to ream that pretty little asshole and make it mine."
He placed his hands on the mattress on each side of her body, raised his knees and gently prodded her opening. She pushed against him, opening herself to accept his width. His cock slipped in, and she took the head without any hesitation. Knowing he needed to go slowly, he braced himself in position.
"Give me more." She moaned. "I want all of you." Despite his promise to himself to go slowly, he found it impossible to hold back. Her anus accepted him easily. Her muscles clamped down on his cock and convulsed in the strongest squeeze he'd ever experienced. He thrust his hips back and forth.
"Oh god, yes." His own ass quivered with the need to pound the hungry hole that gripped his dick and wouldn't let go. A short, quick thrust slapped his scrotum against her pussy. She lifted her ass to meet each stroke. With her hands slid underneath her, she fluttered her fingertips against his balls each time they came into contact with her pussy.
He lengthened the strokes, almost coming out before plunging back in again. His calf muscles cramped at the restraint; his arms quivered at the control he expended. She pushed against him and drew her knees up underneath her. Bracing her elbows on the bed, she allowed him to take her at his own speed.
Shifting positions, he knelt on the bed, grabbed onto her hips, and pulling her ass back to meet each lunge, he fucked her faster. Pressure built in his balls. His hips bucked as he neared his release, and he swo
re he became lightheaded. Melanie's pussy, dripping wet, slapped against his balls, and he gazed up into the mirror in the headboard of the bed and viewed her golden breasts swinging against each other. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, mouth open in obvious pleasure. The whole picture careened him over the edge, and with one final victory plunge, he shot his load deep in her hole.
"Oh damn, baby, th . . . what an un-fucking-believable start to my morning."
* * * * *
On the way to work, his brain did a ten minute closed-loop re-run of the morning's sex. Feeling like the luckiest man alive, he strolled into the office, hung up his coat and set about preparing for the inevitable. The monthly magazine was due to be released by the publishers today. Shit. Everyone's stress levels would be higher than usual.
"Jared Denali!" His boss, Mr. Jeffers, AKA Chrome-dome, flew into his office, his arm waving a magazine up in the air.
Jared sat back in his chair. The smile on Jeffers' face shocked him. His boss rarely mustered a gruff humph about anything good. Hell, he never came into his office. In fact, this was the first time he'd ever come up to the employees' floor.
"You fucking did it!" Mr. Jeffers beamed. "You put National Photography Journal on the map, my boy."
"What are you talking about?" Jared leaned his elbows on his desk.
"What am I talking about?" Jeffers laughed. "You! Keeping this discovery a secret and getting it posted early this morning before the department even opened for press. You have the biggest goddamn bonus coming to you. I don't even give a shit about the way you went behind my back to get this printed without my approval. Fucking genius!"
Jared shook his head in confusion. What the hell was going on? He wasn't in the office earlier this morning. His boss tossed the magazine on his desk, and Jared's heart threatened to stop beating. Oh, shit.
The blood rushed out of his head, and he blinked. He stared at the picture sported on the front cover and felt his whole world come tumbling down. Shit. How the hell did that happen?
He read the headlines again, not believing what sat right in front of him.
PHOTOGRAPHER FINDS PROOF OF WOOD NYMPH LIVING IN GRIFFORD
NATIONAL FOREST
Are there more of them roaming the woods?
The source of Chrome-dome's jubilation drove a knife into Jared's heart. Beneath the print, the picture he took of the mysterious waterfall showed front and center. The incriminating evidence of Melanie lounging on a boulder in the bottom right hand corner, oblivious of the fact he'd taken a photo of her. Fuck!
He turned the magazine over, unable to view the destruction one headline could cause the Dryads. If his boss put the magazine on the stands, it would destroy Melanie and threaten her family's safety. Hordes of curious people would tramp through the forest, hoping for their own encounter. Oh, sweet Jesus, she'd never understand this .
"Mr. Jeffers, I don't know who took this picture, but it's obviously been tampered with. No way is this photo real; it's obviously been doctored." Jared shook his head. "I'm afraid someone has played a sick joke on us both. There was no one at the waterfall the day I shot this picture. It must have been digitally manipulated. You'll have to stop the magazines from going out this afternoon, or your company is going to end up the laughing stock of the year."
His boss threw back his head and laughed. "I've got the negative, proving it's the real McCoy. Come on, Jared, this is your once in a lifetime shot at the big league. Take the rest of the day off. Hell, take the rest of the week off with pay!" He chuckled. "You amaze me. We all live for that one picture that will make us famous, and you're shrugging it off . . . well, not on my watch, boy-o."
His boss left the office, shouting to all the employees standing around to order lunch in, and he'd foot the bill. A chorus of cheers pounded against the inside of Jared's skull. He sank back in his chair. This didn't make any fucking sense. Who'd submit his picture?
Pete.
Jared scrambled out of the chair. Reaching inside the model car sitting on top of the file cabinet, he grabbed the key he kept hidden and unlocked the top drawer. Opening the cabinet, he removed the file that should have Melanie's negative and picture tucked safely inside. His seeking fingers came up empty. Damn.
"Scooter!" He yelled for the courier waiting in the main lobby. The young man ran into his office.
"Where's Pete right now?" Jared loosened his tie and grabbed his car keys out of the top desk drawer. He'd beat the shit out of Pete and hurry home to Melanie. If he reacted fast enough, maybe he'd stop his life from spiraling out of control. I have to save the wood nymphs for Melanie.
"Out of the office, sir. He took an emergency two days off to visit his ailing mother." Scooter waited for orders, but Jared waved him off. Son of a bitch liar; his mother is on her fourth honeymoon in Vegas. Doesn't even have the balls to stick around to get his ass kicked.
Chapter Nine
Melanie strolled around Jared's backyard, lost in her own little world. Fully fenced, the area provided her some much-needed privacy. She'd removed her clothes, confident she'd not be caught naked outside.
The grass tickled her feet. Hanging around the small ornamental trees in the corner of the lawn gave her a sense of home. Not exactly her home, but it helped during the times she missed her family.
Jared must be the kindest man alive to think of how much she missed the forest and suggest they go back and visit at the end of the week. Now that he'd realized their love was destined for forever, she'd show him all the special places she enjoyed. She smiled. This time he'd surely participate in all her wood nymph games. Her nipples hardened. Maybe he'd even be willing to try out the spike on the tree where she impaled her butt on occasion. Arian enjoyed having his hole entered, and she bet Jared would too.
She nimbly swung up onto the lowest branch of the biggest tree in the yard. Happy to discover the leaves hid her from the house next door, she giggled. With her legs dangling on each side of the branch, she lay on her stomach on the thin piece of wood and struggled to find her balance.
The rough bark rubbed against her skin and reminded her of how far away from the Oaks she'd traveled with Jared. Things she took for granted back home no longer worked here in the city. Balancing in the trees, disappearing and hovering over the ground became impossible. The trees must not know where to find her. How would she ever feel comfortable in the city if the connection she shared with her forest disintegrated over space?
The branch situated between her legs at the apex of her pussy reminded her of Jared, and she wished the rest of the day would hurry up and end. She didn't feel alone with him in her arms.
Every day became sweeter and more special. He showed her in all the ways possible how much he loved her.
The wonderful toys he brought into their sex life intrigued her, yet she'd learned it wasn't the toys or the games Jared and she played together, but the all-consuming love they shared that filled her with happiness. Their mutual love exceeded the joy she found in the forest with her people. It gave her the same sense of contentment she remembered having with her parents.
Arian's tale about the Oaks blessing her filled her with humility. She would never do anything to displease the Oaks after having them bestow such an honor upon her.
"Melanie!"
Startled, she tilted on the small branch, nearly losing her balance. She wrapped her arms and legs around the tree to keep from falling. With her heart beating wildly, she quickly swung her legs down. She'd never heard Jared yell in such a way. She ran toward the house. "I am out here, Jared."
He opened the screen door. "What are you doing? Why aren't you dressed?"
"I . . . I wanted to sit with your trees." She pointed behind her. "I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone could see me because of the fence."
Her chin trembled despite the warm summer weather. Something terrible had happened. Jared never accused her of anything with this degree of annoyance.
"What is wrong?" She laid her hands on each side of his wa
ist. "Did I do something terrible?"
"No." He pulled her close to him. "Damn it. No. It's me, not you."
"You're not sick, are you?" She laid her head on his chest. His heart beat faster than normal. "What did you do?"
He exhaled. "I must get you back to your people. I'll explain in the car."
"But . . . ."
"Don't question me right now, Melanie, we have to hurry." He pushed her toward the door and followed her into the house. Undoing his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and sent them sailing toward the living room. "Just throw on some sweats, and we'll go. We need to hurry."
She ran into the bedroom, slipped a pair of Jared's old sweat pants on and tied the string to keep them around her waist. Borrowing one of his old T-shirts, she threw it over her head and grabbed the flip-flops he'd bought her.
She slid her feet down the hall. Tears fell from her eyes. Something dreadful must have happened to her family. She swallowed. Oh, sweet Oak, p lease don't let it be a forest fire.
Jared drove extra fast through the downtown area, zigzagging through slower traffic and running yellow lights. He hit the highway going way over the speed limit. She clutched the seat and remained silent, her mind caught up in a web of fear that what she was rushing toward would ultimately tear her apart.
She hoped something hadn't happened to Arian. Oh god, what would the nymphs do without him?
"Are you doing okay?" He laid his hand on her thigh. She shook her head. "I'm scared, Jared. I don't know what is going on. Is Arian okay? The other nymphs? My trees? There isn't a fire, is there?" The muscle along his jaw twitched, and he stared straight ahead at the road. She wrapped her arms around her tummy. Why wasn't he answering?
"Please, Jared, tell me what happened." She wiped her cheeks free of tears. "If I must help my family, I need to know what is going on."
Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached behind, grabbed his briefcase out of the backseat and handed it to her. She laid it on her lap.
