Samantha
SAMANTHA
F ifteen minutes later, we’re pulling off the dirt road and onto a winding road that is getting narrower every second. I try to listen to the radio to distract myself, but it cuts in and out with static. I really hope he knows where he’s going.
“It’ll be fine, Sam," Chandler says.
I glance over at him, but he’s not looking at me, his eyes are focused on the road. He follows the road, making a winding right turn around the mountain, and my breath halts for a second. Overgrown trees on either side of the road create a canopy, making everything glimmer with lush greenery. The sun peaks through the leaves as we drive through, giving them a bright greenish-golden hue.
“Wow," I breathe out.
“Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Beautiful," I say, enjoying the view.
“We’re almost there.”
He takes another right turn to an opening and parks the car. We get out with our water bottles, and I look around at the surrounding nature. He smiles at me and nods toward a path.
“It’s this way," he says. I follow him through the forest path.
“How far is it?” I ask.
“Only about ten minutes.”
At least it’s not a hard hike. A few minutes later. I’m sweating and am already tired. I hate exercising. Next time, I’ll be sure to decline. Maybe this is his way of torturing me. I drink my water, still following behind him to wherever he’s planning on taking me.
“You’re not planning on murdering me, are you?” I joke. He shakes his head.
“Trust me, Sam. If I wanted to commit a crime, I wouldn’t do it here.”
“Why?” I ask, still breathing heavily. “This is perfect. Torture your victims by making them walk into a secluded forest up a mountain, and when they least expect it, you…”
He stops and turns to me, smiling. He obviously hasn’t been paying attention to anything I’ve said. Then I hear it. The sound of rushing water.
He looks back at me and points to the right. “This way.”
We cut through the trees, the sound of rushing water getting louder and louder. I get a small burst of energy from the excitement. We come to a clearing, and I'm so awe-struck that I stop walking. The sight in front of me is breathtaking. It’s gorgeous. The mossy boulders poking out of the surface of the water, with a beautiful waterfall that runs over a tall cliff, splashing into the surface of the water below it, and the tall trees that surround us almost make it feel like we're in a capsule of paradise. I'm encapsulated by the absolute beauty of it all.
I let out a breath. “Wow.”
“I used to come here a lot as a kid," Chandler says .
“I can see why.”
He takes off his shoes and socks and then removes his shirt. My eyes travel over his body, the curve of his biceps, how his back muscles tense a little when he strips his shorts and then his boxers. Holy shit. I’ve never seen him stark naked before; I didn’t think I ever would. But now I’m admiring everything about him. His biceps seem larger than I remember seeing them at the pool. Every ridge that sculpts his back muscles is absolute perfection. And he has an amazing ass. He turns around to face me, and I subconsciously lick my lips when I get a look at his glorious abs, which makes him smile.
“Wanna swim?”
I don’t answer for a minute. I just continue to stare at him and take him in. He’s beautiful. Not a word I usually use to describe a man, but he truly is.
“Sam? Do you want to swim?”
I settle my gaze upon his face, and the mischievous glint in his eyes. I nod before turning around to remove my clothes. Oddly, I don’t feel self-conscious like I normally would. Being naked in a house is one thing, but being naked out in the open feels… exciting.
When I turn around, his gaze is fixed on me. He looks at me up and down, then looks away toward the waterfall. I blush when I notice he’s getting hard. We’re completely naked in the middle of the forest. Not something I could have expected to happen on this trip, but I won’t complain.
He steps off a boulder and into the water, then takes my hand to help me in after him. I dunk my head under the water, and it's cool and refreshing.
“Wish we would have come here on the first night we got stuck instead of staying in the sweat box," I say.
“I should have thought of it sooner.”
“Did you used to bring your girlfriends here? ”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Not a chance.”
“How come?”
“It was my spot, and I didn’t want to share it with anyone.”
“Why share it with me?”
“Well, for one, you don't live here," he says pointedly. “And for two, I don’t think you’d be able to show anyone if you wanted to.”
“Fair point.”
“Of course it is.” He dunks himself underwater and comes back up for air, wiping his eyes and looking at me. “Plus,” he adds and looks at me with an affectionate expression that makes me want to melt. “I trust you.”
Not just his words but his earnest tone makes my knees weak. I don’t know when we got so close in the water or if it was some small current pulling us toward one another, but being this close to him makes my skin prickle. We're staring at each other again, my breathing heavy and my heart racing. His eyes skirt over my body again, and I see the lust in them when his eyes meet mine. A feverish want bubbles up as we stare at each other. Water-soaked skin glistening in the sun, the sound of the waterfall gushing over the cliff, the birds chirping in the overgrown trees. I place my hand over his chest and scale it down slowly over the hardness of his abs. His hand brushes my cheek, my neck, and my shoulder and slides over my breast, going down my waist and landing on my hip.
“Do you trust me?” He whispers. I don't even need to think about the answer.
“Yes.”
I look at his lips, and he crashes them into mine, grabbing my hips to pull me into him. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses me into a large boulder that’s sticking up out of the water. I moan when his hardness presses against me. Feeling desperate, I roll my hips into it. He groans and bites my bottom lip. My hands run over his shoulders, his back, and I reach down to grab his ass. His breath catches when he presses tighter against me, and I want nothing else but him. I need him, and I need him now.