Chapter 2
Jett
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. The word pounds through my head to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"Hi." The woman eyes me with slight suspicion and a whole lot of interest, and my cock swells. She has a right to be concerned. I have never understood men who talk about claiming their women... until today.
In an effort not to ruin my sister and brother-in-law's life by losing their brand-new puppy, I've been tracking Cleo through the woods for the past hour.
She got spooked back by my cabin and took off, but she doesn't know this area.
It's my first time dog-sitting. My calm characteristic is almost non-existent.
I've been worried that if the hawks don't get her, something else might.
I have to say, a sexy raven-haired bombshell wasn't on my bingo card of how I'd find her, but I'm certainly not complaining.
Cleo whines, pawing at the ground to come to me. The woman lets go of her collar, and I reach down to lift Cleo into my arms.
"Hello," I finally manage to grumble about two minutes too late, but the woman doesn't seem to mind. She quirks a smile at me, and I find myself grinning like a dumb robot, mimicking human responses.
"She's adorable." The woman gestures to Cleo, and then her eyes travel the length of my body before snapping to my face.
Her cheeks redden like she didn't mean to be so obvious about checking me out, and I wish I could tell her the feeling is mutual.
She clears her throat. "I think she got into some mud, though. "
I glance down at Cleo and shake my head.
"No, it's from the rain." Okay, speaking in full sentences is a step in the right direction. I clear my throat. "It's dirty rain. From the forest fires."
"Forest fires?" The brunette knockout hefts her pack higher on her shoulders and lifts her eyebrows in surprise. "The ones thousands of miles away?"
I nod. "The ash ends up in the clouds and then comes down with the rain.
" I try to keep my gaze on her face, but she is soaked through, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I swallow hard as my eyes dart down to the see-through fabric clinging to the two pink circles on the swell of her tits, before bouncing back to her face.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
"You learn something new every day." The woman grins and then places a hand on her chest. Damn it if it takes me ages to pull my eyes away again. She definitely saw me checking out her rack this time. "I'm Lulu."
"Jett."
Lulu nods at me again before she swivels her head around.
"Do you live nearby? You don't have a pack." She points to me, her cheeks heating as her eyes drop to the front of my pants. My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans uncomfortably. Nothing I can do about it now, and truthfully, I think my cock might rebel if I try to hide it from her.
"It's about a mile from here." I glance up at the clouds, which are darkening with each second we waste talking. Wild horses couldn't pull me away now. "Do you know where you are?"
Lulu clears her throat as she assesses me and then sighs heavily. "No. I don't. And I know that's stupid to say to some stranger in the woods, but you have a puppy and kind eyes, so I'm going with my gut on this. While also hoping you don't have a strangulation fetish."
The thought of anyone hurting this goddess has me clenching my jaw.
"I don't." My gruff tone is certainly not doing a lot to reassure her of my friendly, non-murderous intent. "Come with me. We need to get going," I say, glancing at the clouds again. "This storm's just getting started."
My eyes settle on her muddy, wet tennis shoes. "Do you have other shoes in your pack? The path is going to get slippery, and I don't want to let this one go again." I nod toward Cleo who seems content to be carried as she tries to burrow against my chest. Damn dog is going to fall asleep.
Lulu glances down and shakes her head. "No, just these. I didn't plan to hike today. I'll keep up, though."
"Alright, follow me."
The rain opens again about two minutes in, and we move slowly.
Lulu's foot catches on every tree root we come across, her impractical sneakers slipping on the wet surface of the forest floor.
Every bone in my body screams to throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to the safety of my cave, but I'd have to put Cleo down.
I have no interest in losing either one of them.
"Ow, damn it!" Lulu falls harder this time, and her little gasp has me turning sharply. Her face is screwed up in pain as she tries to wipe water off her face and the bright red blood from the cut on her knee short-circuits my brain.
"Here," I growl, shoving Cleo into Lulu's arms as she squints up at me in baffled surprise.
I slide her backpack over my shoulders and lift her into my arms. She squeals, clutching Cleo close with one arm, as she wraps the other one around the back of my neck.
"Oh my god," Lulu practically shrieks. "I'm too heavy. Put me down."
I snort derisively, narrowing my eyes at the woman who dares to criticize anything on her perfect body.
Too heavy? I've been dreaming about having her thick thighs on either side of my face while I eat her out from below since the second I laid eyes on her.
I'd like to put her too heavy theory to the test.
"Jett, I can walk; I promise." Lulu taps my shoulder, like she's trying to get my attention, and I don't know what comes over me, but I instinctively swat her ass.
"Make me," I growl.
We both freeze for a second when she lets out a wanton moan at my command. Her eyes focus on my mouth as rain streams down our faces, and I lean toward her, slowly going in for a kiss as I wait for her to shove me back or tell me to stop. She doesn't.
Instead, she slides her hand behind my head and pulls me the rest of the way, our lips meeting in a moment that is like nothing I've ever experienced before.
We're both cold, but this kiss sets my body on fire.
If I thought my cock was hard before, we have reached a new level of solid I've never imagined.
I press my tongue against her lips, and she opens eagerly for me, her tongue tangling with mine in sinful pleasure of what's to come next.
She turns her body a little, cupping my cheek as she kisses me, and I'm painfully aware of her breasts pressing against my chest. Finally, Lulu pulls back, panting heavily, and the heat in her eyes has me contemplating taking her against a tree before we get to my cabin.
Cleo chooses that moment to slide her furry face between the two of us, licking and nipping up at us both with her boundless puppy energy, completely shattering the moment.
Lulu laughs, hugging Cleo closer to her chest, and I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. Walking through a wet forest carrying anything is difficult, but trying to manage it with an erection is a test of my worth as a man.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.