by Nicole Casey
She turned to me and, with fire in her eyes, said, “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Now facing me, she rode me, her hair covering her eyes, her tits bouncing. God, I wanted to grab them.
I twisted and writhed. My hand slipped free from its hold, then the other. “Fuck yeah!” I lunged and grabbed her bouncing breasts.
She gasped in surprise.
“I warned you,” I said. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her body flat against mine. She tried to resist. She was strong, but I was stronger.
I rolled her over, slid my hand under her knee, and hiked up her leg. With my other hand, I pinned her to the floor, and I pounded her with all the pent-up desire and frustration she had stirred in me.
She screamed. From pleasure or pain, I could not tell nor did I, at the moment, much care though I suspected it was from a bit of both.
“Go ahead, scream. There’s no one within miles.”
She dug her nails into my side. I slapped her hand away and pinned it to the floor. I held her head down and kissed her chest greedily, sucking at her skin and working my way down to her heaving breasts.
She bucked and thrashed her legs wildly. Her knee hit me in the side and on my chest. The slight pain only fueled my lust further. I grabbed her legs, pulled them apart, and entered her with a quick and deep thrust.
We moaned in unison.
I stayed deep inside her and wrapped my mouth around her lips. My tongue found hers and licked and rubbed while my cock explored her inside. I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air.
She wrapped her arms around me and stroked my back.
“You’re right,” I said. “I do like to watch.” I pinned her arms to her sides. I straddled her legs, bringing them together, and I watched her tits bounce in rhythm to my lust-craved plunges.
Just as I was about to come, I released her arms, took her breast in my hand, and brought her hard nipple to my tongue. I flicked it and circled it while gyrating my hips against her.
I put her breast in my mouth, kissed it, and sucked it. “I’m going to come. And I’m going to fucking dare.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. We kissed. I thrust. She moaned, and I came.
There’s something quite liberating about eating a home-cooked meal naked and sitting on the floor in front of a fire. I felt like a wild animal, like a primitive beast. Even though I’d come not more than twenty minutes ago, I still felt a strong urge to take Holly again. She lay on the floor, the flickering fire casting shadows on her glistening skin.
I took a spoonful of soup then leaned over her to lick the sweat off her belly.
“Fucking in a cabin is the best,” she said.
I couldn’t disagree.
“Give me some of your soup,” she said.
I put the spoon to her mouth and tilted it as she drank.
“Mmm.”
“Another?”
“Yes, please.”
After taking the spoonful I gave her, I brought the spoon over her body and tilted it, dribbling a few drops onto her chest. “Oops. I spilled some.” I leaned over her and lapped up the spilled soup from between her breasts.
19
Holly
From our cabin in the mountains, every day Ryker and I would hike into town. We’d set out shortly before sunrise, and we’d arrive an hour and a half later in the small town of Franklin that was just waking up. The hike was the best time to talk. Our thoughts were clear, and the start of a new day offered an array of possibilities for us to consider.
“I’m thinking of resuming the thru-hike,” I said.
“What do you mean by resuming? You mean hiking for a few days then coming back?”
“No, I mean, resuming, as in going back out on the trail and finishing it.”
“But—”
“Tomorrow, I’ll set out for Fontana Dam. There are a lot of interesting stops along the way I want to check out.”
“Tomorrow,” he said pensively.
We walked farther along in silence. I wanted to give him time to digest what I was saying. Though I’d hinted at it a few times over the last few days, we hadn’t made any concrete plans. I think he had expected me to stay with him in North Carolina. I wanted to, but I had made a commitment to “Medicine on the Trail,” a commitment I did not plan on breaking.
“When do you think you’ll be back?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” After a good moment of silence, I added, “Why don’t you come with me?”
He kept his eyes on the trail, seemingly in deep thought. “I’ve got a lead on a residency in Blue Ridge.”
“That’s great!”
He didn’t look too thrilled about it, and his voice didn’t express any excitement either. “It’s too early to tell.”
“Well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
Though we’d only been “settled” in our cabin a few days, we’d made it a tradition to have breakfast in town at “our diner” on Franklin’s main street. As we turned onto the street, workers were hanging a banner. We paused and watched it unfurl: Welcome, Mirror, Mirror.
“What’s ‘Mirror, Mirror?’” I asked.
Ryker shrugged. “Beats me.”
I repeated the question to our waitress.
She smirked and shook her head. “That’s been all the talk these days. Some energy company’s claiming they’ve found something in the mountains, something to make fuel out of. People ‘round here all of a sudden think they’re rich like the ground has just opened up, and we’ve got oil shooting out from it. You ask me, it’s a bunch of hogwash. I’m not buying it.”
Ryker and I looked at each other wide-eyed.
“That’s big news,” I said.
“Psst,” she responded skeptically. “The last thing we need’s some big energy company poking around the mountains, but that’s just my opinion. You see some of the townsfolk, they’re dancing like they’ve won the lottery. I’ll be keeping my day job.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” said Ryker. “Double good news for us.” He winked at her.
With perfect timing, just as we’d finished our breakfast, Claire came in.
“Would you care to join us?” asked Ryker.
“No, thanks. I had my breakfast at home. We’ve got a long day ahead of us. Best get a move on.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” I said. I got up from the table and gave Ryker a kiss. “See you tonight.”
We drove back out toward the mountains, though farther south than our previous rounds. I asked Claire what she thought of “Mirror, Mirror.”
“Won’t be the first time one of the big companies has come through here with promises. We’ll see. I ain’t holdin’ my breath, though.”
Like the last time I went out with Claire, we were welcomed with enthusiasm. The children wanted to show me their toys, and I regretted I had come without anything to give them—besides medicine, of course. I figured kids would appreciate toys over medicine, but they were grateful for the medicine and for the attention, too.
When we left the first community to go farther south, I was hit with a pang of sadness as I realized I would not see these people or Claire for quite some time.
“I’m going back on the trail,” I said, “Heading north.”
“That’s great. We’ll miss you, of course, but you’re right to keep going. There’s a lot more to see than just these parts.” After a few minutes, she added, “Are you planning on coming back?”
I almost started crying right then and there. I told myself I’d be back, but the reality was that I had no idea where the trail would take me, and I feared that I might lose Ryker and his brothers and everyone that I had so quickly come to love.
Claire and I enjoyed perfect timing all day, arriving in one community just as they were sitting down for lunch, and we were famished, arriving in another just as the children were getting out of school. Our good timing continued when we were returning to Franklin early that evening. Ryker
had just finished an interview in Blue Ridge, and we were able to pick him up on the way back.
“How did the interview go?”
Ryker’s enthusiasm was measured. “I think it went well. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Premature for a big celebration party?”
“A bit too early for that, yeah.”
I frowned. “That’s too bad. I was hoping we could call the boys, have a party at the cottage.”
“Sure. We don’t need a reason to celebrate. Just having each other is reason enough.”
“Plus, since I’ll be hitting the trail again, I wanted to have a little goodbye party.”
He looked crushed.
“A temporary goodbye,” I quickly added.
Claire dropped us off in Franklin. She’d planned on taking us to the front of the diner, but there was a surprising amount of traffic, both on the road and pedestrian, so she let us out a few blocks away.
We walked toward Main Street, following the steady stream of pedestrians. “Must be some kind of local celebration,” I said.
“Or ‘Mirror, Mirror,’” Ryker said.
“Could be.”
He called his brothers and had no problem organizing a last-minute party at the cottage. He ended the call and said, “Will’s going to pick us up in an hour.”
“Great!”
“I told him the motel would be a good place to meet, given the traffic.”
“Did he say what all this was about?”
“I forgot to ask.”
“That’s okay. We’ll find out soon enough.”
We turned onto Main Street. It had been blocked off for traffic and was packed full of people: young, old, well-dressed, casually dressed, couples, families, or small groups. At the end of the street, in front of the banner, a stage had been set up with speakers on either side. A few camera crews had gathered near the stage.
“Do you think we’ll be able to get past the stage?” I asked since the motel was on the other side.
“Yeah. Look.” Ryker pointed. “People are passing around the speakers on that side.”
“Well, let’s see what this is all about then. I think you were right, though. This does have something to do with ‘Mirror, Mirror.’”
“Looks that way.”
“Just think, we could be witnessing history.”
Ryker didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm. “I have my doubts.”
As we approached the stage, I saw a familiar face mingling with the local reporters’ camera crews. “Wendy!” I shouted.
“You know her?” asked Ryker.
“Yeah, we met on the trail on the way to Suches.” As the crowd became denser, I took Ryker’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go say hi.”
I wasn’t sure if Wendy would remember me. I’d found her a bit self-absorbed when we met back in Suches. But she might have been having a bad day, feet aching from the long hike she wasn’t accustomed to, hungry or tired or both. There was no shortage of valid excuses for her sour mood that day.
“Wendy,” I called again.
She turned her head, scanning the crowd. She saw me and beamed. I waved, and she waved back.
I was pleasantly surprised that she not only remembered me and my name, but she also remembered that I was documenting a charity active in the mountains. She seemed in much better spirits than she’d been back in Suches, and we talked like we were long lost friends.
“My, you look absolutely radiant,” she said. “Seems like the hike has agreed with you!”
“It most certainly has.” I beamed. “Wendy, I’d like you to meet Ryker. He’s a bit of a local.” I winked at him.
Wendy’s eyes went up and down Ryker a bit more slowly and thirstily than I would have cared for, but I figured she was only trying to pay him and me a compliment. “Well, hello, Ryker. Now I see why Holly’s looking so radiant. Pleased to meet you.” She extended her hand to him in an overly coquettish fashion and looked at me with a smile. “I see the hike has agreed with you, indeed.”
Ryker took her hand graciously and inclined toward her. “Pleasure to meet you, Wendy.”
“The pleasure is mine,” she said. Then turning back to me, she said, “We must catch up.”
“Yes, we must. What brings you to Franklin?”
She pointed to the stage. “This is big news. Corporate America comes to save the day. Half of my readers will love it. The other half will hate it so much they simply won’t be able not to read about it.” She fluttered her eyebrows.
Turning to Ryker, she asked, “Since you’re a local, maybe you’d like to tell me how you feel about this. Give me an inside scoop.”
She raised her eyebrows when she said “inside scoop” as if it were a well-understood sexual innuendo or a proposal. I almost choked fighting back my laughter.
“I’m not really a local,” Ryker said blushingly. “Holly’s exaggerating.”
“But Ryker was born here,” I added.
She looked him up and down again, suggestively. “Is that so?”
“But my brother’s coming by in a bit,” said Ryker. “He’s as local as they get. Maybe you could interview him. He’s a paramedic and a really smart guy.”
“Does he look as delicious as you?”
Ryker glanced nervously at me. He cleared his throat and tried to play it off like he didn’t get she was coming on to him. “Actually, I think we look a lot alike.” He turned to me. “Don’t you think so?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “A lot. And his brother’s got an identical twin, to boot.
Wendy’s wide eyes got even wider. “Intriguing. Very intriguing.”
“Say,” Ryker announced, “we’re having a party tonight. Why don’t you come?” He looked at me for approval.
It was too late for me not to agree. “Yes, you should come,” I said, and I was already warming to the idea. “They have a lovely little cottage.”
“A lovely big cottage,” Ryker corrected.
“Yeah, a big cottage. Anyway, you should come. I want to hear about what you’ve been up to.”
Wendy agreed though she did need to stay awhile to catch the press conference and try to get some interviews afterward. We gave her the address and stayed and chatted for a few minutes, but we could tell we were keeping her from her work, so we left. “See you later.”
“I’ll be there.” She waved at me and winked at Ryker.
We made our way around the speakers and past the stage. I said to Ryker, “That should be interesting.”
“Should I not have invited her?”
“No, no. I’m glad you did. The more, the merrier.”
It turned out we had more to celebrate than my going back on the trail. Will had gotten the DNA results back. And to no one’s surprise, Ryker was, in fact, their brother. Dennis, the adored young brother they thought they’d lost, was home again after over twenty years.
Driving to the cottage, Will said, “Tonight’s party is going to be epic. We sure do have a lot to celebrate.”
“Indeed,” Ryker added.
“There’ll be music and dancing and Chandler punch,” said Will.
“And sharing,” I added with a wry smile.
The party was in full swing when Wendy arrived. I introduced her to all the Chandlers. She fanned herself upon each introduction. I saw her wet her lips, and I wondered if I could get in the spirit of sharing and permit one of the Chandlers to be with her. The thought made me shudder. And I certainly wasn’t going to let her lay a hand on Ryker. I was definitely not ready for that. Apparently, I wasn’t completely on board with the sharing concept, after all.
Maybe there’s a rule like we only share within the family: wives, for example, and girlfriends included. Random friends and acquaintances don’t qualify.
I thought to inquire about that, maybe ask Shaun or Carson for specifics. But upon further reflection, I decided I’d prefer to take my chances rather than let them see my jealousy.
Doris was there, and she’d brought h
er sister, Carla. But so far, the dancing and socializing remained platonic. Oddly enough, I wouldn’t have minded if either Doris or Carla hooked up with one of the Chandlers, but Ryker was off-limits. And Wendy was going to have to keep her hands to herself.
I found my selective jealousy curious, and I sought out Ryker to discuss it with him. “It’s strange, don’t you think?” I said.
He shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. I promise, though, I won’t go anywhere near Wendy.”
“Or Doris or Carla,” I said.
He looked at me, surprised. “Really?”
“What? You want to hook up with them?”
He shrugged. “I’d never considered it. I’m just surprised you’re setting boundaries.”
I gave him a stern look. “Well, I am!”
He took a step back and put his hands up, open palms out. “Okay, Okay. No problem. I promise.”
We both looked across the room where Wendy sat in between Ted and Carson. Every time she said something to one of them, she’d touch them, either on the shoulder or on the knee.
“Though I can’t make any promises for my brothers.”
Owen came along, took my hands in his, and pulled me into the center of the room, which had been cleared for dancing. Miles was strumming a slow blues; we were in my wheelhouse now.
I straddled his leg, put my hands on his shoulders, and ran them down the length of his body. When my hand reached his groin, I felt his bulging manhood. I worked my way down, using his body like a stripper’s pole. When I came to his crotch, I put my chest to his bulge, then I slid up his body, turned around, and ground my backside against his bucking hips.
To my delight, I saw Wendy try to pull Ted onto the dancefloor out of the corner of my eyes, but he refused. She put her hands on her hips, huffed in frustration, and shook her head in disappointment. I left Owen and his hard-on and went over to Wendy.
I put my arm around her. “You having a good time?”
She frowned, looking at Ted, and said, “I’m trying to.”
I pulled her away from them and led her to where Miles was playing guitar, with Lawson accompanying him on the bongos. We sat against the wall with a perfect view of the party.
