by Voss, Deja
“Let me help you then, Tucker. I won’t say one more word about your past unless you bring it up yourself. I want to help you figure out who you want to be. I want to do it with you,” I insist. The way the afternoon sun is shining through the trees accentuates every mark on his face, every freckle on his arm, the variation of color of his hair. He looks like a perfect man in this light, in the woods. Perfect and complete.
“Is your ankle holding up alright?” he asks me as we hit a steep downhill climb.
“It feels great, I swear,” I tell him.
“Well, we’re almost there. You should take your shoes off.”
“Why?”
“You’ll know when you feel it.” He smiles at me. “It’s something I know I’ve been craving my whole existence.”
He holds my hand in his as we wander through the thick field of grass, the soft sandy trail, and soon, the top of the rock formation Cheryl and I were supposed to be hiking to the other day.
It takes my breath away. He’s right. My feet planted flat onto this great boulder left behind from when this land would’ve been under the sea feels like a connection to something deeper than I’ve ever felt. His fingers entwined with mine makes my heart flutter as we stand here in the sunshine on top of this giant rock. I close my eyes and let the warmth wash over my body, let the breeze tickle my skin.
There’s a reason why Cheryl and I didn’t make it here together the other day, or even why I didn’t make it here alone. This moment was meant to be for the two of us. Me and Tucker. Or whoever this man is standing next to me. I don’t care who he is. Sometimes things just feel right.
The giant boulder overlooks a huge culvert below, and waterfalls roll over the ledges, keeping the basin full.
“This rock is actually not exactly what it looks like,” he explains to me. “Come on,” he says, leading me by my hand towards the edge. My stomach grows queasy as I look down over the side. I’ve never been afraid of heights before, but I’ve also never been faced with being up so high before unless it was in an airplane. Dolly comes running past us and I scream as she throws herself over the ledge.
“It’s ok,” he says as I stand there shaking. “Look!”
He points down, and literally two feet below where we are standing is another ledge. I shake my head at him as he steps down. We walk around the ledge to a cave cut in the side of the rock. The light pours through the big opening, and he leads me inside. There’s a sleeping bag on the ground.
“This is where I come to think about stuff,” he says, motioning for me to sit on the ground next to him. “I was kind of shocked when you asked me to bring you here.”
“This is the perfect place to think about stuff,” I sigh, the cool damp air waking up my senses.
“Is that so? Well what are you thinking about, Miss Molly?” he asks, putting his arm around me. His touch is always so calculated, always comes at the perfect time. I’m sure by the way I’m leaning into his chest, running my hand down his thigh, he knows exactly what I’m thinking about.
He pulls the hairbands out of my pigtails, running his big strong hands through my mess of dirty blonde curls, massaging my scalp. He presses his nose to my head as he plays with my hair. It’s one of my favorite feelings in the world. I’m surprised I’m not purring like a kitten in his lap.
“I love the way you smell,” he whispers. He slides the strap of my sundress down my shoulder and puts his mouth to the pit of my neck, his beard grazing my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine as he kisses up and down my neck. “I love the way you taste.” He runs his fingers over my collarbone, down my sternum until he’s cupping my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“I love the way you sound when I touch you in the places you don’t share with anyone but me.” He’s absolutely right. Inadvertently, moans escape my lips, echoing from the walls of the cave as he plays with my nipples and nibbles on my neck. He pulls my dress the rest of the way over my head, and pulls me onto his lap, leaving me sitting there in nothing but my soaked panties, wrapped in his arms.
“I love how you trust me to make you feel good. How you let me use this beautiful body however I want,” he growls in my ear, trailing his fingers down my stomach, playing with the waistband of my black boy shorts.
I squirm on his lap, ready for him, feeling his pants tighten as his big beautiful dick responds to the rocking of my hips.
“That needy pussy of yours,” he says, kissing my earlobe. “I love that too. I love how you’re always ready to take my dick inside you.
“I love playing with you, Molly. You’re a dirty, nasty girl with a heart of gold and I’m the luckiest guy in the world that I have the privilege to be with you.
“You and me. We’re cut from the same cloth. I knew it the second I saw you, and every second I spend with you makes me hungry for more. I want to do whatever it takes to be the man you need me to be, Molly. If that means turning my back on the clan, I’ll do it. I’ll go get a job at a gas station or something. I’ll work twenty-three hours a day to support you if it means I get to spend that one hour I have left over with you.”
“It doesn’t have to be so hard, Tucker,” I want to scream at him. I saw the drawings. He doesn’t belong in a gas station. Or amongst these criminals. Tucker is a smart man with a skill set that doesn’t just come naturally. At some point in his life, he learned to draw those things. If he just did a little digging, I’m positive these things would come to the surface. I can’t tell him, though. I’m going to have to show him, and I’m already coming up with an idea of how I’m going to do it.
My life is good. My life is easy. I don’t think it would be so hard for him to just fall in with me. I can’t believe I’m even considering this, though. I’ve barely known him for a week, and yet everything in me wants him to be a part of my adventure through this world.
I turn to face him and I pull his shirt off over his head and let my hands explore those perfect chiseled abs, let my lips explore every muscle, feeling his chest rise and fall at my touch. I unbuckle his belt with passionate urgency while he runs his hands through my wild mane of hair.
I tilt my hips and slide his jeans down, slide his boxer briefs down, his shaft hard as ever, waiting for me, beads of precum oozing from the tip. I slide my panties down. He always takes the lead, but right now, I just want to show him how badly I want him.
Show him that life with me is good. Life with me is easy. And he deserves to be taken care of. I gasp as I slide down onto that thick throbbing rod of his, no words necessary. My body struggles to adapt to his girth, my walls contracting around him as his breathing gets faster. We’re talking with our eyes, I’m staring deep into his, watching them flicker with lust and need for me.
I rock my hips up and down slowly, my wetness seeping onto his lap. He meets my thrusts, driving his waist into my clit every time he bucks, and my toes curl. That brief moment of contact drives me closer and closer to the edge, only to be ripped away.
It’s a delightful tease, and I’m nearly limp in his arms. His hands are the only thing holding me upright as we do this dance of give and take. I don’t want it to ever end; I want to spend the rest of my life here in this cave, stone under my feet, my nails digging into his flesh, riding him to the verge of explosion.
“I’m so close, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to feel you cum with me.”
I bring my fingers to my clit but he grabs my wrist, pinning it behind my back.
“Use my dick,” he growls. “Take it all the way.”
I take him as deep as I can, all the way to the root. My swollen clit throbs against his flesh and I grind my hips, moaning in desperation.
“That’s so good, girl,” he whispers. “You’re fucking gushing.”
I feel tremendous pressure on my g-spot from the rocking, and my legs begin to twitch. My walls contract, my clit tingles, and I can’t control my screams. I feel like I’m going to pass out, my body overwhelmed by the sensations.
My mind is complete mush.
“Cum on my dick,” he commands. “Let it all out, baby.” I feel his cock twitch and swell inside me, and his familiar grunt rings through the cave as he coats my insides with his warm seed. He holds me on top of him, my walls still milking him, squeezing him. I am so far out of my mind, I don’t think I’ll ever snap out of this state, and I don’t want to. We kiss hard and long to seal the deal. Every nerve ending on my body is lit up, and just grazing his fingers over my skin sends me right back into that zone.
“Holy shit, Tucker,” I gasp. “You’re full of tricks. How did you learn to be such a good lover?”
“I think,” he smiles, “you make me this way. Hearing you scream is the most beautiful sound in the world to me. I want to do whatever I can to make that happen.” He buries his face in my neck, his beard tickling my shoulders, and he lets out a long sigh.
“I think I could stay here forever with you in this cave and die a happy girl,” I say.
“Probably sooner than later,” he jokes. “I don’t know about you, but I’m half near starving.”
I slide myself off of him and grab my backpack. “I didn’t forget about us.”
I fish out some beef jerky, a thermos of water and a bag of trail mix. “It’s not much, but if it lets us prolong this date a little longer, I’m not going to complain.”
“Oh, Molly, this can’t possibly be what you think a date is. I’m sure you’ve been on much nicer.”
“I get to spend time with someone I care about in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. What’s so wrong with that?”
He kisses my forehead as I sit down next to him on the sleeping bag.
Dolly hears the crinkling of plastic and comes running. She’s a complete fiend for beef jerky. She wags her nub of a tail and makes eyes at Tucker, begging for a piece. He chuckles and hands her a chunk and she takes off back to wherever she was running and playing.
“One of these days I am going to take you on a proper date,” he says.
We sit there in silence, looking out over the ledge, watching the waterfalls pour into the basin, enjoying the beauty of nature around us. I start to shiver and he wraps me in a big warm blanket that smells like sunshine and him. I set my alarm on my phone and we take a little nap, our bodies spooned up tight together on the floor of the cave.
When we head back down to my place, I only hope that this becomes the normal routine for the next few months as I work on this story.
Chapter Sixteen
Molly:
It’s been weeks since I first met Tucker. Weeks since I bailed Moss out of jail. Weeks since I first crested that mountain, and yet everything feels like I’m still stuck in that same place I started.
With Tucker, that’s actually a good thing. Every day we spend together feels like the first time all over again. The sex is still amazing. I see the way his face lights up when he sees me, even if we’ve only been apart for a few hours. He’s been giving me my space to work, hang out with my friends, workout, and enjoy some time alone. I make sure he has his space to hunt, fish, and spend time with his crew without me in their business. It’s a happy balance. Still, he spends most nights with me on my bus.
It’s almost like we are a normal couple who goes off to work in the morning and reconvenes in the evening. Almost.
Being stuck in the same place with his crew has been miserable, though. Every time I go up there for the day, I feel like I’m making absolutely zero headway with the Vagrants. Every day I show up looking to get a little peek into their life on the mountain, their motivation, their survival skills, and every day I feel like I watch them eat candy and get drunk around a fire.
Moss is nowhere to be found when I show up, and every time I try to get a little time with him to find out about how he started this crew and what his plans are for the future, I’m assured that he’s out “meditating.” I’m beginning to feel like he’s some kind of cult leader, even though I don’t think the other men look to him for more than direction. I don’t think, but I don’t think I’m ever going to find out.
Luna makes sure she basically sits on Tucker’s face whenever the two of us together. I get that she’s trying to establish her role as alpha-female or whatever, and I don’t feel jealous at all, because I know where he’s been sleeping the last month, but nobody likes to see a girl throwing themselves at their man, especially a girl who looks like she does. She’s like a forest pixie meets playboy model. I try and convince myself that I would look that way too if I had nothing better to do all day than run around the woods in a bikini, but I also think that pasta is an appropriate food for every meal of the day, and maybe some snacks, too.
I force myself up that mountain every day, Tucker by my side, and while he goes off with some of his brothers to do whatever they need to get done for the day, I hang around, looking to glean some tidbits of information. I just need something, anything I can craft this story around to make it more compelling than the convict camp I’m beginning to see it for.
The only person who has been truly willing to open up to me has been Mitch, the old man who takes care of the rations and seems to serve as a father figure for these wild men. Even with him, I don’t know how far he’s actually willing to go. He just seems like a kind person, but I’m sure he has his secrets, too.
“Are you getting up today?” Tucker asks, nudging my shoulder softly. He kisses the back of my neck and brushes his fingers through my hair. I’ve been laying here, staring at the wall, for three hours now. I’m frustrated. I’m anxious about my career. I have a looming deadline and I don’t know how I’m going to pull this story out of my ass, no matter how many times I tell my agent that I’m good. It’s all lies at this point, and it’s starting to wear on me.
I let out an incoherent moan and pull the covers up over my face.
“Molly, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I think I need a day off,” I tell him. “I feel like I’m spinning my wheels here. I know I promised that I wouldn’t get you involved in this, but I’m having a really hard time getting anyone to give me what I need to write this story.”
Tucker:
I can tell she’s getting fed up with the runaround she’s been getting up at camp. I warned her getting into it that the Vagrants weren’t really ones to talk about things. We’re all a bunch of recluses hiding out from our lives down below. Everyone’s full of secrets.
I know she is used to getting what she wants from people, I know she’s good at her job, but she’s dealing with a totally different beast when it comes to Moss and my brothers.
“I wish I could help you more, Molly,” I say, trying to console her. “I’m as much of an outsider as you are, though. The only reason why they keep me around is that I’m one of the best hunters and fishermen out of all of us. Plus, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, but I’m fairly good-looking.”
She rolls over and punches me in the shoulder softly. I love spending these mornings with her. She looks so cute with her hair all wild, her eyes soft and her voice raspy. There hasn’t been a night I haven’t spent with her in the last month. It wasn’t even something we talked about, it was just something that kind of happened.
As much as I love spending time with her, as much as there’s nowhere I’d rather be, every day I become more and more overwhelmed with guilt that I’m living off of her. Freeloading. I know for a fact that that’s not the kind of guy I am.
“Will you hand me my phone?” she asks. “I need to text Cheryl back. She wanted to go to lunch today, but I really should probably do some work.”
“You just said you needed a day off,” I remind her. “Why don’t you go spend some time amongst some human beings that don’t shit in a hole in the ground?”
I love the way she laughs at my jokes, like she thinks I’m the most hilarious man in the entire world. “I don’t really think about other people’s pooping habits, but if this story gets any harder to write, I might have to include that in i
t.”
She sits up in the bed, the curve of her perfect breasts lit up in the morning sunshine beaming through the floral curtains on the bus. It’s damn near impossible to keep my hands off her beautiful body. I cup them in my hands, planting a kiss on her collarbone and her playful giggle hits me right in the dick.
“Hey, girl,” she says into the phone. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve been really busy. You still want to do lunch today?”
I roll her nipples in between my fingers and she shoots me an evil glare. “Maybe I will bring him, if you don’t care. That’ll be fun. Ok! We’ll see you at noon.”
She hangs up the phone and I roll her on her back, climbing on top of her playfully.
“So you’re going to introduce me to your friends now?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“I’m going to introduce you to my fist if you don’t stop messing with me,” she teases. She reaches her head up to try and kiss me, but I pin her back down. “What makes you think I was talking about you, anyway?”
“I know you’re doing this on purpose. You want me to spank that ass of yours, Molly?”
She bites her lip and nods up at me with a sultry grin.
“Well that’s gonna have to wait. It’s ten-thirty. We better get showered. I don’t want to be late to meet Cheryl,” I say.
“Boo,” she whines. “She can wait.”
“Come on,” I say, helping her out of bed, staring her naked body up and down. I have to get up too, or we’ll definitely need to call Cheryl and ask for a rain check.
“You don’t think the guys are going to worry if you don’t show today?”
I hadn’t really given it much thought. Ever since she started writing her story, they’ve kind of frozen me out even more than before. It doesn’t really bother me because it just gives me more time to spend with her, but part of me thinks I probably need to get up there alone for at least a day or two to smooth things out.
