CHAPTER 16
My little firework has been elusive and avoiding her campsite at all costs since last night.
Spending all morning down in the lake by herself, and going for a long walk with Annie around the lake.
Maybe she thinks if she stays busy and away from this place, I won’t be able to find her.
But she’s surely mistaken, because I haven’t stopped being her little shadow since the moment she left her tent to pee this morning at the ass crack of dawn.
Now they’ve returned to their site, waiting for the other three to meet them. Good thing I’m starving, and could use a break from lurking in the tree line.
“Do we really have to go?” Annie whines to Scarlett as they plop down into the folding chairs. “It’s going to be boring, can’t we think of something better to do?”
“You just think a vision board workshop is boring because you already have every detail of your life planned out,” Willow says as the three girls return from doing God knows what.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Scarlett winks at Annie, not caring if anyone sees her.
I can't help but wonder if she’s thinking about who can be watching her, and if it excites her to be a little tease like that in front of someone just beyond her reach.
Before anything else can happen, the group of girls leaves their site and heads towards the main community building, where all the activities take place.
This leaves me lurking until they disappear out of sight.
My bobber sways in the water with the breeze about fifty feet off the shoreline.
While my little prey is busy doing girl bonding activities, I decided to fish, hoping it would help clear my head.
Well, it’s failing to do that. All I can think about is the second I can finally get my hands on her, and how she’ll taste when she comes undone in my mouth.
I want to hear her cry for me, to beg me to let her cum as I have her pinned to the forest floor. Will she cry for me to let her go? Is she going to put up a fight, or will she easily surrender?
I’m reeling about the possibilities at the same time as I’m reeling in my line to cast it back out.
“Young man?” An elderly male voice draws my attention to a man who has put down his fishing supplies next to mine.
“Yes, Sir?”
The last thing I want to do right now is have a friendly conversation with a grumpy old man.
When I investigate the man’s crystal blue eyes through his thick, wide-frame glasses, I instantly see what this is.
He’s lonely on a holiday, and the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes give him away instantly.
“I’m sorry. You see, son, you look like my son. My wife and I are here for the retreat to help mend our relationship after his death.”
My heart shatters for the man before me, and for his wife, who I now spot crying at a picnic table, as she tries to hide behind a book.
“I was hoping you would allow me to fish with you this afternoon.”
How could I possibly say no now, even if I want to?
“Of course, I’m B.”
“Manny, thank you.” He holds his wrinkled hand out for me to shake.
“So, B, are you here for the couples retreat?”
Kill me now.