Chapter 8
8
WYATT
I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation as I was waiting for Madison to be finished with her friends. That must have been the distant cousin that she wanted to reconnect with. I have to say, the woman didn’t look very welcoming.
No wonder, with a couple of clearly hungover girls going on and about Madison and barely letting the poor thing speak for herself.
My lovely girl comes out about ten minutes later, her eyes lighting up immediately when she sees me. “Hey. Hiking time?”
“Yes.” I look down, glad to see that she’s wearing sturdy-looking running shoes. I want to tell her that I missed her. That I want us to spend the entire weekend glued to each other, away from anyone who stresses her out.
We head out the back entrance of the hotel to the clearly marked trail. It’s a wide path through a variety of trees, with a few benches scattered here and there. The farther we go, the wilder and more natural it becomes, and we see more birds and chipmunks.
She doesn’t bring up meeting her cousin, so I don’t either.
We chat about our favorite parks and green spaces in Kingsville, which evolves into a conversation about restaurants, cafés, and bookstores that we would love to show each other someday.
Even though we both keep subtly hinting it, neither of us mentions anything about concrete dates or long-term plans.
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we’re still pretending this is a fake relationship. It’s also possible that Madison is nervous. As I tentatively take her hand, feeling it flutter slightly in mine, it’s pretty clear she’s never been in a relationship before. Time for me to take the lead.
“Are you having a good weird weekend so far?” I ask.
Her eyes twinkle. “Yes. You?”
“Yup. Dealing with my family in small, manageable doses. Great food. Spending time with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…”
Madison’s fingers tighten in mine. “Wyatt, you can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” There’s a slight hill up ahead, and I spot some huge rocks about twenty feet off the trail. “Let’s go over there.”
Madison laughs as she follows me. “Am I following you off the beaten path? Little Red Riding Hood would say that’s a bad idea.”
I laugh with her, then sit down so that we’re at more of an eye level, pulling her to stand between my legs, facing me. I listen for other hikers, but we haven’t seen or heard anyone else for quite a while.
“I can’t get our kisses out of my mind, Madison.” My thumb drifts across her cheekbone and I hold her face in my palms for a moment, just staring into her eyes. “This is going to last more than a weekend, isn’t it? Please tell me you feel this, too.”
Her breath catches, then she nods quickly.
“If we were still pretending that this is a fling, why do you think would we be out here in the woods alone?” I continue.
Her hands lift to my shoulders, then a single fingertip drifts across my skin just above the neckline of my t-shirt. “We’d be…you know.”
“I’d really love to hear you say it.”
Her lips purse for a second. “Fooling around.”
“You know it’s more than a cover story, don’t you?”
The second she nods, I catch her lips with mine, holding her entire body against me. Every feeling I have for this incredible girl is channeled into the pressure of my lips against hers. She’s so curvy and soft, arousing me in ways I never would have anticipated.
It’s her sheer sweetness and the playful way she makes the best of everything as much as her warm brown eyes and beautiful, angelic face.
As her lips part, our kiss becoming wilder, I feel a pressure building in my chest. I need to be her man. The one. The only man who ever kisses her like this, with a lusty fire I can barely control.
The rustling of the leaves around us can’t hide Madison’s soft moan as my hand slips under her shirt to wander around her ribs. Instead of a bra, she’s wearing what feels like a sports halter top. My fingertips glide along the bottom edge and I murmur, “You have the softest skin. Is it this silky everywhere?”
I feel a deep shudder run through her, making her quiver. Is it from excitement or nervousness? Both? I pull away to check her eyes, then smile. Definitely at least ninety percent excitement.
Her nipples turn to points that I can feel right through her top. “I have no idea,” she whispers.
“Maybe I should check?”
She nods slightly, then her lips part with a gasp as my hand slides up to caress her breast, my thumb gently flicking across her peaked nipple. Her fingers curl around the collar of my shirt, her gaze drifting past my shoulder out at the trees behind us.
There’s another faint shudder as I begin to lift the fabric, then I revel in her breathless moan as my lips seal around her rosy bud. There’s another gasp as we both lose ourselves in the moment. I kiss across her skin slowly, enjoying every brush of my mouth against her. Each squirm and soft whimper sends more blood rushing to my cock, tightly imprisoned in my jeans. I try to ignore it.
Moving to the other side, I flick my tongue at her other nipple, making Madison laugh with delight as her fingers spear through the back of my hair. I groan, sucking her nipple into my mouth as I cup her breast with my hand, exploring her dewy soft skin.
I need more. Need to hear her moan more loudly for me.
My right hand drifts down until I’m toying with the edge of her yoga pants. My tongue slowly glides around her peak three more times. Then I pull back. “Madison, please tell me to touch your sweet little pussy and make you come.”
Even in the dappled light of the forest, I can see her pupils dilate. She’s fired up. Aroused for me. I’m the man she belongs with, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
She hesitates for only a second. “Yeah…” She inhales sharply as my fingers sneak inside the fabric. “Anything. Everything.”
I kiss along her throat as my fingertips slide lower. “Spread your legs a bit, gorgeous.”
Madison holds onto me firmly, making room for my hand to slip between her thighs. We both shiver at the sensation of my fingers gliding through her wet pussy lips. She’s so soft. She’s also drenched. It’s hard to stifle a groan as my cock quivers, desperate to burst from my jeans.
Not now. I’m only focused on my precious girl, as her breathy sighs grow louder. Exploring every fold and crease, I tease her gently, dancing all around her button, not quite dipping inside.
Once she’s breathless, clinging to me and wobbling slightly, I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her against me for a deep kiss. My thick middle finger glides inside as my thumb brushes her clit firmly.
Her yelp echoes around the trees, making me chuckle. “Is that the spot, darlin’?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
This time she’s the one slanting her mouth against mine as my hand gradually moves faster. Each sharp inhale I hear from her perfect lips expands my heart. This luscious girl is mine . This is going to be real. I’ve yearned for a perfect angel for so long, and now she’s here in my arms, and about to come for me.
My pulse races, muscles tightening. I’m as excited about her impending climax as she is. “Mmm, Yeah, baby. Come on my hand. Let me feel you.”
My finger is drenched as my thumb flutters faster. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, holding on tightly to keep her balance as she sways. My other hand steadies her by grabbing her perfect, round ass.
I wish I could take a photo of this moment. Madison flushed and breathless, out here in the forest. Cheeks flushed, eyes wide. I’ll remember this moment forever. This was meant to be.
I add another finger, and that’s all it takes. Madison’s mouth sucks at mine as we kiss frantically, muffling her wild cries as the climax rattles through her. I hold her close, reveling in every twitch and sound.
Finally, she slumps against my shoulder. I retrieve my hand, sucking my fingers clean. “Mmm. Delicious. You know, I would really love to taste this again, maybe straight from your soft skin after tonight’s big family dinner?”
Madison adjusts her yoga pants, looking around frantically, but we’re still totally alone, unless you count the few sparrows. “Um.” She blinks up at me as I stand. “Well, that would definitely be very on brand for wild spring fling behavior, wouldn’t it?”
She’s still sticking to the remnants of our story? Fine.
It’s just a matter of time before she sees that this is beyond real. There’s no way this magic is only going to last for a single weekend.