Chapter 12
twelve
“ W hy are you looking at him, little liar? Look at me while I fuck this tight cunt.”
Cole thrusts into me, and my screams ricochet off the cabin’s walls. He has me bent over the living room couch. My body is burning between the heat of the roaring fire and the different positions he keeps flinging me into. Ones I’ve only ever seen online and never dared to attempt in real life.
I try to look over my shoulder at him, but my eyes keep catching on Zach. I expected him to be pissed when he walked in the front door, arms weighed down with more firewood, to Cole eating me out on the table like a Christmas feast. Instead, his eyes darkened with desire as he stood there and watched.
A sharp sting radiates through my scalp, and I wince.
“Easy, cousin,” Zach snaps but doesn’t make to get up from his perch on the arm of the couch. His cock is out and in his hand. The tip beads with pre-cum, and my mouth waters, desperate to lick it off.
“Don’t tell me how to fuck my toy, little cuz. You want to treat her like a princess? That’s your choice. But I like it when she screams.”
“Hello, earth to Dakota,” Jennifer says.
A hard shove jolts me from revisiting my vivid dream last night. “Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Well, an afternoon of soaking at the hot springs is just what you need then.”
She’s probably right. A day surrounded by friends in one of the most relaxing places I’ve ever found, plus the weed gummies I packed in my bag, will do me good.
The parking lot only has a handful of cars when we pull in. The guys hit up the mountain for a bit of time on the slopes this morning but said they’d meet us here. I wanted to ask Zach if Cole was joining us so bad, but I figured that would be weird.
Plus, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know so I could avoid him or because I wanted to see him. That dream had my brain in a tizzy. Reaching blindly into the front pocket of my bag, the candy package crinkles in my grasp.
“Want one?” I hold the bag out for Jennifer.
“Are you trying to pass out?”
“Ehh, I’ll be fine. If it’s too much, I’ll just lay in the snow to cool down.”
“You do you, girl,” she says, no judgment in her tone.
Popping a sour gummy in my mouth, a loud thud against the roof almost sends the rest of the bag across the car.
“What the hell, you asshole,” Jennifer yells at the guys standing on either side of her car.
My door’s yanked open, and the winter chill breezes in, mixing with the heat we’d kept running while we waited. Zach bends down, snatching the candy from my lap.
“Doing a little herbal pregaming, I see.” A woot of excitement from the other side of the car answers him.
“Go for it,” I offer to both of them.
Zach snags one, popping it in his mouth before the bag disappears and reappears in Luke’s hands.
“Cole? You too, man?” Luke asks after he’s thrown two in his mouth.
“Not my thing.” His deep voice answers, finally making himself known behind Zach’s large frame.
His voice skitters across my body, sending a shock wave of electricity between my thighs. It throws me for a loop, and I hectically reach about to gather my stuff and climb out of the car, knocking into Zach.
“Excited to get to the springs?”
“Uhm, yeah.” I stumble over the words, trying to wrangle in my wild hormones.
We’re a rowdy crowd descending the gravel path through the woods. Feet of snow piles on either side, keeping us from wandering off. Thankfully, we don’t pass anyone in the spring closer to the parking lot. They’re either further down the trail, or there really isn’t anyone out here today.
This section has two pools. One runs into the other, and a small waterfall cascades over a giant rock separating the two. The air steams off the water, giving the entire landscape a mystic vibe. Luke strips out of his shirt, then shoves his pants and boxers down, sliding out of his shoes.
“Jesus, Luke.” I bring attention to his nakedness to the rest of the group.
“Bro, this is not a nude spring. You have to wear something,” Zach calls out.
“There’s no one out here. Live a little.” Luke tries to calm him.
“Absolutely not. I’m not trying to let something swim up my cooch.”
I pull my toe back from the edge of the water. “Wait! Is that a possibility?”
“I mean, yeah. It’s a possibility in any natural waterway. But especially in warmer waters,” Jennifer shares from her rock perch in the water as if it’s no big deal. “Oh, come on. You’ll be fine as long as you keep Zach away from your bikini bottoms.”
My eyes widen at her, and I suck in my lips between my teeth. I can’t believe she just said that for everyone to hear. But Zach doesn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Don’t worry, baby. I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he says behind me. Then his breath presses against my ear, before he whispers, “And other things tucked away until later.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, but what’s worse are the dark eyes across the spring locked in on me and the knowing smirk growing on Cole’s face.
I let the fear of becoming a parasitic host go and escape from both into the hot spring. I need my gummy to kick in so I can chill the fuck out and stop worrying about both being within arm’s reach.
I sink down, letting the heat from the water ease the stress from my body. It feels incredible to let go, resting my head comfortably on the edge of the rock pool. The others’ voices dampened to a soft murmur, and I completely zone out.
When I open my eyes, what feels like only moments later, I know the THC is running through my system. I feel one with the rock underneath me, and it makes it almost impossible for me to want to move. But dragging my fingers back and forth through the water's surface hypnotizes me momentarily. That is, until the full pressure of my bladder won’t allow me to stay.
“Got to pee,” I announce, standing up. The world spins, and I freeze, eventually gaining purchase of my surroundings enough to climb out.
The shift in temperature is intense. My teeth start to chatter, and I throw the towel off my jacket, opting for a wet cover over nothing at all.
“Where’s the closest bathroom? Up or down?”
“Back at the parking lot, I think,” Jennifer answers me. The guys are in the top pool mid-conversation, oblivious to my question.
“Ugh, that’s so far. Think I can just sneak off the path and pee in the snow.”
“Do it. Just be careful.”
With her unneeded permission, I slink off down the maintained trail a bit further before I cut into the snow, where the bank is short enough for me to climb over. My legs brush against the ice, sending another shockwave of cold through my body.
Scanning the area for a tree I can hide behind to pop a squat, I spot a thick one in the distance. A crack sounds from behind me as I’m finishing up my business. My fingers fumble with the bunched, damp fabric that sticks to my skin as I try to rip it up my legs and put it back in place.
“Hello?” I call out, hoping it’s the creak of a limb losing its fresh coat of snow.
My inclination is proven wrong when I step out from behind the tree. There in the distance, Cole stands against another tree, his foot propped against the trunk.
“What the fuck are you doing out here? Spying on me taking a piss?”
He huffs out a laugh and stalks forward. I don’t wait for him to overtake me, moving back toward the trail, trying to sidestep around him. His hand jolts out, long fingers gripping my wrist tightly and giving him the perfect handle to pull me into his hard chest.
“Watersports aren’t really my kink, but if you beg pretty enough, I might be willing to give it a try, just for you.”
“Fuck off and let me go.” I struggle against him, but it’s no use. His fingers only squeeze harder, grinding against the bone.
“Oh, little liar, you know that’s not what you really want,” he teases as my back hits a tree trunk with a thud.