Dirty News (Dirty Network Book 1)

by Michelle Love

  She looked at me with wide, fear-filled eyes. “What the hell are you doing, Nix?”

  “I thought I might put you down and go see about getting those s’mores done.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s really going to be okay, baby. I’ve never even seen a big cat before, just heard them. They’re elusive and don’t bother people. They stay away from people as a matter of fact. I’m sure that one was looking for another cat, you know, calling out to it.”

  “So, there’s another monster cat out here somewhere, and that one has lost track of it?” Her eyes darted all around us. “That’s terrible news, babe.”

  “Again, my love, that one won’t want a thing to do with us either. So, there’s no need to worry about that one. If there even is one around. There may not be.” I walked over to the chair and placed her in it, where she promptly curled herself into a ball, wrapping her arms around her bent knees and tucking her feet beneath her.

  I would’ve given her the gun to hold to make her feel better if I wasn’t absolutely positive that she’d shoot at anything she heard and possibly kill me in the process.

  I listened for the sound of anything rustling in the brush just to be safe, but I knew what I’d told her was the truth. I wasn’t sugarcoating anything. No one had ever been attacked by any type of wildcat in the history of our area. I didn’t think it would start happening with us.

  “I’m not sure about staying the night out here now, Nix.” I turned around to find her looking very nervous.

  “It’s going to be okay. I guess I’ll forgo the token scary stories everyone tells when they go camping since you’re proving to be a scaredy cat.” I went to grab two more beers out of the cooler full of them. Going to her, I opened one and handed it to her. “Here, this should help to chill you out, baby.”

  She took it from my hand and nodded. “Thank you.” She took a big gulp. “I’ll need plenty of liquid courage. Now I can see why beer’s a staple of camping.”

  I got busy fixing the desert and Katana finally got up and came to help me as it wasn’t easy to make the dastardly things. “You need to be an octopus to make these things.”

  “Here, let me help you with that.” She put the beer down to grab the melted marshmallow between two graham crackers.

  “Wait, you’ve got to put a piece of that chocolate bar in there too,” I corrected her. “It’s not right without the chocolate.”

  She grabbed a piece of chocolate and put it on one of the crackers then put them together, taking the marshmallow off the stick I’d used to roast it over the still burning barbeque pit. As she found a plate to put it on, I got busy roasting another marshmallow.

  Katana licked her fingers. “This is a sticky job.”

  “Yes, it is. I’ve never quite understood the whole s’mores deal with camping. It’s not convenient at all. A pretty messy deal if you ask me.” Lifting the confection out of the fire and blowing it out as it had lit up like a tiny torch, I waved it at her. “Ready for the last one, baby.”

  She made quick work of that one then took the plate, and we went back to sit down and eat them. When she bit into hers, she moaned, “I know why they make them, babe, they’re delicious.”

  Chocolate dripped down her chin. I leaned over and licked it off. “And messy.” Our lips touched for only a second, and I tasted the sweetness that was on hers. “Yum. Maybe I’ll smear melted chocolate all over your body later and lick you clean.”

  “You won’t hear me complaining if you do.” She dabbed a bit on the side of her neck. “Oops.”

  I licked that off too, and the foreplay had begun.

  She climbed onto my lap, feeding me bites of the sweet substance then we’d kiss, sharing the bite. If anyone had seen us doing that it would’ve probably grossed them out, but we were all alone, with not a soul around. We were bound to get gross at least a time or two during that trip.

  Whatever it was, the steak, the beer, or the chocolate, my wife was feeling pretty frisky. After we’d finished off the dessert, she stood up, stripping off her jeans and panties then undoing mine to set my erection free before she climbed back on top of me, sliding her wet cunt down the length of my cock.

  Suddenly she didn’t mind screwing around out in the open. I was glad to see she was settling in well. Camping had been a thing I’d grown up doing a lot of. And I wanted her to like it too.

  As she moved her body up and down, stroking me with her tight canal, I thought I was in Heaven as I laid my head back to look at the starry sky. “Oh, baby, this is the life.”

  She moved around a little, pulling off her t-shirt then losing the bra too. Totally naked, my little Guinevere rode me proudly. Her dark hair falling around her shoulders, barely covering her breasts, bounced as she moved faster. “It would be perfect if there weren’t any wild animals around.”

  Trailing my fingers down her body, moving them between her pert breasts, I watched her body undulate. “That’s part of the fun, hun.”

  Her expression told me it wasn’t fun to her. But she was making the best out of it anyway, finding some fun in our little adventure.

  She took my hands, pulling them up to her tits, pressing them to her nipples. “Play with me, babe.”

  I pulled and rubbed those nipples until they were so hard they could cut glass. Then I took one into my mouth as I kept playing with the other one. Sucking on it hard and long I loved the sounds she made. Gasps, gentle cries, and long moans told me I was doing a good job.

  In no time at all, she was gasping as her cunt clutched my cock, her hot juices flowing all over it. And all I wanted was to taste her sweet cum. I stood up with her then, moving my mouth to hers, kissing her as I took her to one of the large trees.

  “I’m going to eat you out, baby. Lean on this tree for support.” I put her down and pushed her back then knelt in front of her, inserting my tongue into her still pulsing pussy and lapping up her sweet nectar.

  “God!” she cried out as I pushed my tongue into her as far as it could go. Her fingers moved through my hair as I feasted on her until she gave me more of what I craved. More cries came out of her as she climaxed again, “Nix! God! Yes! Ahh!”

  After I’d had my fill of her, I kissed my way up her body, pressing my mouth to hers to let her taste herself on my tongue. I had to have my own release as my cock was throbbing with need.

  I carried her to the bed then got undressed as she caught her breath. Her eyes went to the open tent then back to me. She held her arms out to me without asking me to close it.

  My girl was becoming a real camper!

  Chapter 4

  Katana

  We’d fallen asleep in exhausted heaps after making love most of the night. So, I was surprised when I woke up before the sun came up. All that told me was that something had woken me up.

  I listened hard, but only heard the sound of my husband snoring lightly. My eyes closed as I thought I must’ve been wrong. But then I heard something. The sound of someone messing around in the outdoor kitchen. I could hear the door on the fridge as it was closed. Then a rustling sound was made and some weird pops and creaks.

  I shoved Nix to wake him up. But he only made a loud snore before turning over and pulling the blanket around him tighter.

  Laying perfectly still as I realized the damn flaps of the tent had never gotten closed, I wondered if I should try to sneak over to it and zip it up or if that would alert the intruder to me and end me right then and there.

  I shoved my husband again to try to wake him up, but it didn’t do a bit of good. “Crap,” I hissed.

  Rolling off the bed, I went on my hands and knees to get to the front of the tent. I would get that damn bit of flimsy material closed, separating us from the beast who was ravaging our outdoor kitchen if it killed me. My one hope was that whatever was out there would be so consumed by stealing all of our food that it wouldn’t even notice the fact that I was closing us inside the tent.

  Not that I had a ton of faith in the tent keeping us from cert
ain death, but it was all we had. I knew I wasn’t about to make a run for the truck, even though that would’ve been much better protection.

  It took everything I had to make myself reach out and pull the pieces of fabric in, so I could zip them. But I heard a loud crash, and that spurred me on. In a flash, I’d grabbed the two pieces and had them zipped up then crawled back to the bed, got in and pulled the blanket over my head.

  A couple more crashes finally woke my dead to the world husband up. “What the?” He looked around, finding me looking at him with what I knew had to be huge eyes. He’d pulled the blanket off me when he sat up, and I was there, curled up in as tiny a ball as I could get.

  I’d heard that if a bear was trying to attack you, then you should get into that position. I figured a Big Foot is about like a bear so that might save my life if that was what was outside our tent.

  “There’s something out there,” I whispered. Nix got up, and I grabbed his arm. “What the hell are you doing, Nix?”

  “Going to scare it off.” He pulled his arm out of my grip. “What the hell do you think I’m doing?”

  “Don’t open the door. I just closed it. It’ll go away. Just leave it alone. I don’t want to antagonize it. Everyone says not to confront it,” I begged him.

  “It?” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Did you see it or something?”

  I shook my head. “No, but I know it’s a sasquatch.”

  “Geez,” he mumbled then pulled on his jeans before going to open the tent up again.

  He just wasn’t listening to me at all. And that wasn’t like my husband to do that. “Nix!”

  He waved me off. “Just go back to sleep, I’ll run whatever is out there off and join you as soon as I do.”

  I was terrified. I couldn’t fathom why he’d want to go out there and get killed. I was too young to be a widow. I didn’t want to raise our kids all alone.

  But my husband could be hard-headed and now was one of those times. He unzipped the door, and I buried myself underneath the blanket, praying he’d survive his encounter with the beast of Medio Creek as it had been dubbed by the people who’d seen it.

  “What the hell?” Nix shouted. “I mean, what the goddamn hell?”

  I poked my head out from under the covers. “What is it, babe?”

  “It’s a damn mess is what it is.” He looked back at me. “The lights went out, and the coons came in. And they’ve made themselves right at home, the little bastards.”

  “Can you run them off?” I asked as I held the blanket tightly in my hands.

  “They already scattered as soon as they heard me. “Man, this sucks. That’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean up. I’m not about to start trying to clean up until it’s daylight. I can’t believe I forgot about not leaving out anything they can smell before going to bed for the night. My bad.” He came back in, zipping the tent closed before coming back to bed. Shucking his jeans, he laid back down and pulled me into spooning position. “Sorry about that, baby. I’m sorry they scared you.” He kissed me on top of my head. “Let’s get some more sleep. There’s no use getting up until the sun comes up.”

  He was nuts if he thought I could just fall back to sleep after all that adrenaline had coursed through me. But I wasn’t about to get out of that bed and go meandering around in the dark. Especially since I actively recalled one of the shows I’d seen on an encounter with a sasquatch.

  The lady had said that she and her husband had been out camping in an Arkansas forest when something had come into their campsite and pulled the trash out of the can. They knew that had happened and were leaving it to clean up until the next morning.

  Before the sun came up, the couple heard something strange outside or their tent. And when it walked close enough to them that the moon could outline the form, they knew what was out there wasn’t anything they’d ever seen before.

  It was tall with broad shoulders, and the ground shook with each step it took. The couple slept in sleeping bags on the floor so that they could feel everything.

  Thankfully, that lady’s husband didn’t get up and go trying to scare the monster off, the way my husband would’ve done. And they lived to tell their tale.

  When they got up at the sun’s first light, they found huge footprints all around their campsite. Even right in front of their tent, as if it had been contemplating heading in for a visit with them. Or maybe more like making them an addition to its midnight snack.

  With that story in mind, I knew the chances of the beast of Medio Creek coming to our campsite had increased dramatically. But what was I to do about the fact that Nix didn’t believe in the thing the way I did?

  He thought it was a myth, a hoax even. He knew the people around the area who’d claimed to have seen the creature weren’t liars. But he did think there had to be someone in the community who thought it was hilarious to put on a homemade gorilla suit and parade around the creek at times.

  I chose to believe there wasn’t some kooky individual who would pull such a prank on their neighbors. I chose to believe creatures that aren’t on record did exist. Even those monsters who reside in lakes. But that would be a story for another time.

  We’d left our cells in the truck, so I couldn’t even look and see how much longer we had until sunup. Time moved like molasses as I laid there, wide awake and waited to hear the sounds of a large creature, digging through the remains the coons had left behind.

  My eyelids grew heavy as time passed. I was blinking long, slow blinks that told me I’d soon lose myself to sleep. But then I heard the sound of water splashing. Not trickling the way it had been all night long.

  No, this was splashing. Like something was walking up the creek through the water. Something with two feet. I was sure of it. It didn’t sound like four feet, like a harmless little deer. No, it sounded big and just kept coming closer and closer to where we were.

  “Nix!” I turned in his arms and whispered in his ear. “Wake up!”

  He pulled me in closer, nuzzling my neck. “Ten more minutes, baby. Just give me ten more minutes of sleep, then I’ll wake up. I promise,” he mumbled.

  “Nix, listen. Can’t you hear that?” I whispered to him as I could hear the sounds of the splashing water still coming our way.

  “Yes, I hear it. Now go back to sleep.” He yawned, and I knew he didn’t think what he heard was what I did.

  But I had to know what he thought it was. “What is it?”

  “Fish jumping,” he muttered.

  Jumping fish?

  I didn’t think that was what I was hearing. I mean how can fish make that much noise? How can fish sound like something walking in the water? And why would the sound keep getting closer?

  The first bit of light filtered through the light green material of the tent. Morning had finally arrived and with it came a great relief. The darkness would soon be over, not that it meant we were out of the woods yet because frankly we would still be in the woods for another day and night. But at least I’d have the daylight hours to try to come to terms with all the animal noises and maybe have a better night’s sleep.

  Getting out of bed, I went to wash up and get some clothes on. Nix had told me the night before that he wanted for us to go on a hike, so I got on some clean blue jeans and put on my hiking boots too. A t-shirt rounded out my outfit then I pulled my hair into a ponytail to keep it out of my face while we walked through the woods.

  When I was done, I turned around to find my husband watching me. “Are you just going to lie there and ogle me, or are you going to get up, so we can get this day started?”

  A lazy grin curved his lips. “I think I’d like just to lie here and watch you, you gorgeous woman.”

  “Well, I’m not going to be in here. I’m going to go out to the truck and find some gloves then start cleaning up the mess those noisy coons made last night. Then I thought I’d make us some bacon and eggs. How does that sound to you?” I walked over to him and kissed his cheek that was stubbly since he
hadn’t shaved. And I was pretty sure it would only get even more stubbly as he hadn’t bothered to bring a razor with him.

  “It sounds like you’re in a pretty great mood for a person who was scared half the night.” He laughed, and I turned to walk away, but he caught me by the wrist, pulling me back to him. He pulled me all the way back into the bed where he pinned me down and kissed me all over my face, making me giggle like crazy as his whiskers tickled.

  Finally, he eased up on me and looked down at me as I tried to catch my breath. “Damn, I’m one lucky man.”

  I ran my hand over his cheek. “And I’m one lucky woman.”

  Chapter 5

  Nixon

  Taking my wife on a hike through the woods, I was heading toward the old abandoned ranch house, Donny’s great grandparents lived in over a hundred years ago. “You’re going to get a kick out this, Katana. This house is so weird. No one has ever lived in the place since the old couple died over thirty years ago.”

  “And they just leave it open?” she asked with surprise.

  I held a thin mesquite branch back, so she could walk past it without getting stabbed by the thorns on it. “Here you go, baby. You don’t want to get pricked by one of these thorns; it burns like fire.”

  Katana rolled her eyes and made an exasperated huff. “Texas is just about as bad as Australia with its thorny trees, killer scorpions, and rattlesnakes lying in wait to strike you when you least expect it.”

  “Yep, that’s what makes a Texan so tough.” The trail went wider since we were getting close to the old house. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to my side. “And the reason they leave this old place unlocked is because everyone knows its haunted and no one would dare take a thing from the property at all.”

  She looked at me with an incredulous expression. “And you want to take me inside of this haunted house, Nix? I swear I don’t know who you are when you come back to your old stomping grounds. Your idea of a good time is sleeping outdoors with wild animals everywhere then going to some old house to stir up spooks. What’s next, a jalapeno eating contest?”