by Adele Niles
“Look,” I say, “you’ve already found one—Bigfoot—so it only stands to reason there will be more.”
“Well…”
“And it will give us a chance to get to know each other better.”
I kiss her hard and I can feel her body give a little shudder.
“Besides, baby,” I say with a rumbling groan, “I’ve had quite a few beers, too, and it might be better if I wait to negotiate those hills in the daylight.”
“But what are we going to do?” she asks. “Sit in this restaurant all night?”
“We don’t have to,” I say, running my hand up her thigh to brush over that beautiful sweet spot between her legs. “Didn’t I mention this place is a bed and breakfast, too?”
She opens her mouth to object, but I cover it with kisses.
I wave for the check.
* * * * *
Luckily they have one room left. It’s the one I reserved before we left Maiden’s Fork.
I accept the key while Coraline leans over me, and then we find the elevator. When we get to the room, I activate the lock, pick up Coraline, and kick open the door.
We’re inside.
I set her down and claim her sweet mouth. Our tongues intertwine and my jeans get tight.
My bear wants to claim her right then and there, but I make him let go of her and take it easy. I hold her hand and walk around the room, examining the amenities.
I dropped a couple of bills on this room, so I’m glad it lives up to expectations. There’s an overstuffed armchair, a California King-sized bed, and a huge, walk-in shower. Coraline goes over to examine the shower and I test out the bed.
Oh, yeah. It’s cozy.
I walk over to Coraline. “You thinking of getting in the shower, babe?”
She looks up at me. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know what to do.”
I stare at her.
“You’ve never been in a walk-in shower before?”
“No,” she says, “I’ve done that.”
“You’ve never been in a hotel room with a walk-in shower before?”
“No, I’ve done that.”
“Then, what?” I ask.
She tips her head at the bed.
“You’re kidding,” I say. “You’ve never done that before?”
She shrugs and smiles a half smile. “Nope.”
I back away, thinking I’m heading for the overstuffed chair, but I miss and end up with my butt on the floor.
Still staring at her.
She drops down and crawls over to where I sit on the floor. She sits next to me. She runs a hand up my chest and cuts her eyes to mine. “But I want to.”
The bear in me rears up and roars. I tamp him down. I take Coraline by the shoulders and look in her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says, “as sure as I can be.”
I give a mountain yell and pick her up and roll her on her back beside me.
I lay kisses all over her face.
Then I pull back. “Then we’re taking this one slow, slow, slow. I want this night to last forever.”
She giggles as I scoop her up and carry her to the shower. I turn the water on. It’s Niagara Falls behind glass doors. I push back Coraline’s hair and lift up her face.
“I’m going to undress you now,” I say. “And admire every inch of your body.”
She looks up at me with eyes wide. I kiss her.
Then I stand back and unbutton her blouse. I pull it open to reveal voluptuous breasts. A filmy bra strains to contain them. But it cannot.
I reach in my hands and cup each breast. I slide to the clasp between them and release them.
They are magnificent.
I bring down my head and lift one breast, then the other, to my mouth. I squeeze the gorgeous globes and suck the nipples to erection. Coraline closes her eyes and groans. She pushes her chest toward me.
I slip the blouse and bra straps over her shoulders and drop them to the floor. I stand back and let my eyes drink in her beauty. She looks down and tries to cover her breasts with her hands, but I move them gently away.
“They are mine, now,” I say. “I am the first to see them and now they belong to me.”
I move in and kiss her forehead, ears, and neck.
With one hand I hold the back of her head and the other unzips her jeans.
I stand back again, push down her jeans, and free those splendid hips. I run my hand softly over the triangle between her superb thighs and tickle the sparse sprinkling of hairs. She holds her thighs tightly together, but I gently press my knee between them and then run my hand into the soft flesh I uncover.
She gasps and presses her mound onto my hand.
It is dripping with her juices.
It’s my turn to groan.
I step back and tear off my t-shirt. She puts a hand on my chest. She looks up at me and then runs her hand down to my belt.
I move her back a couple of feet and then undo my fly and shove my briefs down with my jeans.
My huge member stands at attention. I hear her inhale.
I take her hand and we walk into the shower.
I lather her breasts and buttocks and all parts between.
She is fascinated by my physique and holds my cock and balls lovingly in her hands.
She lathers me up and runs a hot soapy hand up and down my cock until I can barely stand it.
We are kissing and both so aroused we rival the shower for heat.
I whisper in her ear, “It’s time.”
I wrap her in a towel and dry her off from head to toe. I pick her up and take her to the bed. I stand before her and dry myself.
She watches with those big brown eyes.
I get on the bed and lay her over on the pillows. I lie next to her and run my hands and mouth over her breasts, down her belly, and to her tenderest parts.
She pulls at me to move me away from her sweet nectar, but I push her hands away.
“I want you ready, Coraline,” I say. “I’m a big man and I’m going to love you deep and hard.”
I lift up her knees and kneel between them. I push her thighs open to reveal the magnificence of her plump lips and the sweet promise between them. I start at one of her knees and kiss down her thigh till I reach her folds.
I plunge my face into her sweet, tasty pussy and lap and roll my rough tongue over every part until she is writhing and moaning on the bed.
Then I feel her animal convulsion and her juices bathe my face.
I pull back, lay my face on her belly, and feel her pulsations subside.
Drawing myself up, I place my cock between her legs where the moist flesh still pulses.
I slip in the tip and feel her tightness grip my hammer-hard pole. I lock eyes with her.
I thrust.
She arches her back and spreads her legs wide. I lean on my fists and pump into her tight hole. Soon she is raising her body to meet mine.
We entangle in the lust of animalistic lovemaking until I am at the brink—and she is at the brink –and we come to shuddering climax together.
I collapse next to her and pull her body to mine. I kiss her face, neck, and breasts.
I enfold her in my arms.
She looks up at me and smiles.
Chapter 9
Coraline
When Zane helped me off his bike at my bed and breakfast in the early morning hours, I was still tingling from our amazing lovemaking. He gently kissed me goodbye.
“I will come back soon, Coraline,” he said. “Please wait for me.”
Those words set me aglow.
But now, three days later, I’m wondering. Was he talking about me waiting for him to come back as my lover, or was he talking about my promise not to post my Bigfoot photo?
I’m beginning to suspect he meant the latter.
But why? What is his stake in all this?
Why should he care whether or not I release the video? Does it have something to do with this mo
torcycle club he is in? I can’t see why bikers would care about my little YouTube channel, though.
I check my stats and my views are still floundering. Everything in me is screaming to post this great photo I have of Bigfoot.
But I promised Zane I would wait. And I feel this mysterious attraction to him—I felt it before we even made love—and now it is like a burning fire in my core.
So I guess I will wait.
But what is he waiting for?
If he thinks I’ll wait forever, he’s dead wrong.
I gather up my cryptic-hunting gear and set off. I’ve been combing the mountain every day since I saw Bigfoot. Zane was right. Where there’s one, there should be others. He said he knew how to find more, but I can’t wait for him. If I want to find them, I’ve got to find them on my own.
But no luck so far.
I reassess my strategy and can’t think of anything I should be doing differently. I guess it’s a waiting game.
When I get home, I check my channel again. I see even more bad news in my stats.
Okay, that’s it. I have to do something. I set up my camera and do some teasers about what I’ve found and how I’m just waiting for confirmation before I can release the photographic evidence.
Maybe that will generate some views over the next few days and keep my patrons happy.
And I do have everything set up and ready to go as soon as I hear from Zane.
Wherever he is.
It’s not just the video, either. Why hasn’t he contacted me after we made love? Maybe he’s one of those guys who disappears as soon as they have sex with a girl.
No, I can’t think like that. He’ll show up. He has to.
Chapter 10
Zane
I put down the kick stand and rest my bike on it. I take a breath and blow it out. It’s been three days now since I showed them Coraline’s photo of me as Bigfoot, and every time I walk into the clubhouse, someone ribs me.
Drake tried to put a lid on it, but for some reason, members of outlaw motorcycle clubs don’t take instruction well.
Sure enough, as soon as I walk in the door, one of the bros asks me if riding with all that hair on my butt chafes my ass.
I say he chafes my ass and if he wants to see my hairy butt I’d be glad to shove it in his face.
They all laugh. They know they got the upper hand.
But then Drake walks by and waves for me to follow. I step aside with him.
Once we’re away from the hall, he waves me into a chair and sits in one himself.
He leans forward with his elbows on his knees.
“Sorry about all the shit from those guys, but you do know this is a serious situation you’ve got yourself into, right?”
“I know,” I say, dropping my head to the side. “But I’m keeping a lid on it, bro.”
“How are things with the female?” Drake asks.
I shake my head and then look up with open hands. “Great. My bear says she’s my fated mate. And I am fully good with that.”
Drake snorts. “But…?”
I shrug. “But she’s, like, independent. She likes to go her own way. She told me she’d wait to post that damn picture, but I’m afraid it might still be a gamble.”
“What did you tell her to get her to wait?”
“I told her there are other creepy crawlies in the area and if she held off, I’d find her more stuff and it’d be easier for people to believe her—so she should wait. I hate playing games on her, but it’s for her own good. I figure if I stay away for a while, she’ll get nervous about where I am and start thinking about me all the time instead of her silly hobby.”
Drake frowns. “Maybe you should try telling her the truth.”
“Nah, man,” I tell him. “She’s into me as much as I’m into her. I’m pretty sure my good lovin’ is going to have her forgetting all about Bigfoot—she’ll be thinking about Bigdick instead.”
Drake chuckles.
I go on, “I mean, how important could this cryptid-hunting shit be to her, anyway? It’s just something she does to pass the time.”
“Okay, bro,” says Drake, “but it’s your ass hanging out there so it’s up to you to keep a situation from happening.”
“I’m not worried,” I tell him. “Piece of cake.”
But once I walk away, I’m not so sure.
Maybe it’s time to see how Coraline is doing.
Chapter 11
Coraline
I pace my room.
Okay. Three days, maybe. But four?
He told me to wait, but he didn’t mention how long.
This is getting on my nerves.
That’s it. I’m going out cryptid hunting again. I told him I wouldn’t post that picture—but I didn’t say what I’d do with the next one.
It’s a beautiful, sun-dappled day in the forest, and my spirits pick up as soon as I hit the mountain trail. I just have this feeling in my gut that something is going to happen today. Maybe that’s why I think I keep seeing flashes of shadows between the trees. And why every time I see one, I run after it—and farther away from the path.
But all I have to do is walk downhill to get to the trail because I know it’s behind me.
Or at least I think it is.
Another dark shadow weaves between the trees. I take off after it, my heart thumping with excitement.
* * * * *
At about five o’clock, I start to get a little tired and hungry. Luckily I packed some sandwiches and water. I think about going back to the path to eat, but I’m really not certain where it is anymore.
I find a fallen tree and decide to sit there instead.
I look at my phone and there’s no signal, so I know I must be on the far side of the mountain, away from Maiden’s Fork. I look at the sun through the trees and decide it is setting in the west. I’m trying to piece together exactly where I am and what direction I need to go, when I hear something.
Cocking my head, I strain to hear it better.
Singing.
But not exactly singing. More like yodeling. But with a very deep voice. That rises to something almost like…a howl?
No. No more coyotes. I crouch down behind the log and keep very still. It’s getting closer. Coming toward me.
It might be human, but…
I quietly slip out my camera and get ready. My hands are shaking. I steady the camera on the log.
A tall, skinny hiker bursts through the trees, caterwauling his weird refrain.
I nearly drop my camera, but since I’d sooner break my leg, I grab it just in time.
He hears the noise and jumps, startled.
He turns to look in my direction and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This is one creepy looking dude.
He has a narrow rat face with pockmarks poorly concealed by a sparse black beard. Oily black curls fall randomly over his head. His sunken eyes dart about like he’s wary of something. Or everything.
He’s young, probably my age, but he walks with a slight stoop that looks like it has mental rather than physical origins.
But then he speaks to me.
“Oh! Good day,” he says. “I’m sorry if I startled you.”
I’m immediately ashamed. He sounds like a perfectly nice person. And here I am making all these high school judgments based on his appearance.
And I thought I was all over that.
I didn’t like it when it happened to me, so I should be a better person and accept this poor guy for his inner beauty.
“Good day,” I say, smiling my gentlest smile. “Yes, you did startle me, but only because I’ve wandered from the trail and wasn’t expecting to see anyone else out here.”
His lips curl and reveal longish yellow teeth.
I step back and then realize this is a smile—or would have been a smile, if his eyes had joined in the fun.
But they don’t. It’s more a sneer than a smile.
Steady, I tell myself. You’re just nervous because y
ou’re out in the woods by yourself.
I clear my throat. “Do you know the way back to the main path?”
He bows, making a sweeping gesture like a headwaiter showing the way to a table.
I smile my gratitude and turn to pick up my camera.
I hear a hiss behind me.
That’s odd. I didn’t think there were snakes this far up the mountain.
Or are there?
Chapter 12
Zane
I lean my bike over and knock at Coraline’s bed and breakfast. An older woman with dyed yellow hair and too tight cheeks jerks open the door.
“Get that thing out of my yard,” she commands, pointing at my bike.
Not a motorcycle enthusiast, I surmise.
“I’ll take it when I leave,” I answer.
“What do you want?” she snaps.
“I’m here to see Coraline. Is she home?”
“No.” She starts to close the door, but I put my hand on the doorsill—hoping she doesn’t decide to smash the door shut anyway.
She doesn’t. Too polite. Or doesn’t want to clean blood off her door.
Glad I guessed right on that one.
“I’m worried about her,” I say. “Do you know where she is?”
Her eyes harden to nails. “I run a bed and breakfast, not a baby-sitting service.”
Whoops. Looks like she’s reconsidering the hand-smashing option.
“So no,” she goes on, “I don’t know where she is. And if you’re really worried about her, go out and find her yourself.”
I pull back. She slams the door.
I walk the periphery of house. It’s not hard to pick up Coraline’s scent.
She smells like the most wonderful thing in the world.
I follow her tracks towards the woods, which is what I would’ve expected from her. More cryptid hunting. I go back and get my bike.
Tracking on the bike is trickier. I have to keep stopping and getting off the bike to scent the air and make sure I’m on the right track. But it’s still the fastest way up the mountain.
It’s pretty easy going for a couple of miles. I have to admire this lady’s hiking skills.
Among other things.
But then for some reason she cuts off the trail.
And at the same time, I pick up another scent. It smells like some animal took a shit and then died in it.
