Chapter Four
JAMIE
The drive up to Devil’s Crown should have cleared my head, but I can’t stop thinking about Hazel. When our hands touched, I saw stars and then had a flash of… us. Together. Naked.
With Hazel passing out the way she did, I didn’t really have time to think about it much, but now, I can’t stop my mind from playing and replaying it over and over.
Hazel is leaning against a wall and I’m kissing her neck.
In the vision, I watch the two of us and feel her against me all at the same time.
Her skin is warm against mine. She has one leg wrapped around me as I thrust into her slowly.
Hazel smells of strawberries. She moans my name.
It’s so fucking hot, but it’s also… tender and passionate.
Not like wild lusty humping… this feels… connected.
I keep asking myself if I imagined it… but I don’t do that shit. I don’t walk around undressing women in my head and picturing us banging. And besides… it seemed so real.
Grandma Gertie used to talk about seeing me in her mind.
Every time I spoke to her she mentioned whatever random thing I had been doing before she called, where I was, who I was with, things like that.
She never did that with my brother, just me.
But it’s not something I have ever experienced myself.
I should call Grandma Gertie and ask her what it means, but I don’t think I want to tell her exactly what I saw. Besides, I lost cell signal miles ago.
If I close my eyes I can still smell Hazel, feel her skin against my skin.
A horn blast shakes me back to reality. I was weaving over the double yellow and almost caused an accident.
“Shit. Get it together, man,” I mumble to myself.
I spend the day hiking and working hard to not think about Hazel. Any time she appears in my head, I start running, which gives me no choice but to focus on the path or else I’ll fall. Now I’m exhausted and full from dinner and it’s time to get some sleep.
The not-quite-full moon rises over the top of the Devil’s Crown.
My tent is pitched on the grass along the lakeshore.
Pinecones crackle in the fire as I lay back on my sleeping bag and watch the stars.
The roar of the waterfall drowns out most of the forest sounds so it feels like I’m the only man on the planet.
When I start to doze off, Hazel fills my mind.
Her mouth is warm on mine. Her skin is soft in my hands. She smells of strawberries and heat. I cup my hand under her bare bottom as she wraps her leg around my back. She’s trim and muscular, and every part of her is smooth as she writhes against me, riding my cock as I move down to kiss her neck.
My cock hardens as I lay next to the dying fire.
I slide my hand into my sweatpants and take hold of my throbbing stiffness.
There’s no denying that Hazel turns me on, but I want her in a way I haven’t wanted a woman before.
I want to take her, sure. I want to fuck her like an animal.
But I also want to have her. I want to be with her.
I want to know her and have her know me.
I imagine myself inside her, feeling her pussy on my shaft as it plays over and over in my head. I push my pants down over my hips and let the heat from the fire warm my skin, pretending the heat is from Hazel.
Suddenly, being the only man on the planet feels rather nice.