by Claire Adams
“That seems like a legit reason,” I teased.
“It is.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Luke
I carried her up to my bed and laid her down after she fell asleep on my shoulder. I pulled the cover over her and then climbed in behind her. I thought about the last two days and how I felt about her. I didn’t remember ever wanting something so much. She snuggled into me, and I pulled her closer, listened to her breathing even out, and fell asleep myself.
“Good morning!” I heard yelled from downstairs.
“Yeah,” I called back.
Emmy groaned against my chest. “I think I'm going to start sleeping at my house. He is way too loud.”
I chuckled and then kissed her forehead. “Won't matter.” I pushed away from her and stood rubbing my eyes and then stretching my hands over my head. I heard Ryan coming up the stairs, and I stood and pushed the door shut.
“Oh, it's like that now?” Ryan complained.
“What if she was naked,” I said through the door.
“Nothing I haven't seen before,” Ryan said seriously. I looked over my shoulder when Emmy laughed.
“It isn't funny.” I stalked toward her.
“It is, actually.” She laughed again. I jumped on the bed and kissed her hard. Her laughter broke through the kiss.
“He doesn't get to see you naked, Em.” I smiled and then pushed off the bed again.
“Why Em now?”
I sat on the bed and took her hand in mine.
“It just seemed intimate before. I can call you Emerson if you want me to.”
“Uhh. No. I like it.” She smiled and sat up. “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”
“I'm not.” I stood and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and ran some water over my hair just to try and make it lay down.
“I have to run into town after we workout. I should be back later this afternoon.” She nodded and then pulled the covers over her head.
“I've got to hit the woods today.” Her voice was muffled as she spoke.
“Be careful.” I reached the bed, pulled the covers back, and kissed her. “See you later.”
***
“You're going to cut your foot off, asshole,” Ryan yelled from behind me. I was a little distracted and probably shouldn't have been swinging an ax at the moment.
“What the hell, man?” Ryan complained. I shrugged and hopped down from the log. My mind was totally on the fact that Emmy was in my bed and I wasn't.
“She’ll be there later.” Ryan pointed toward my half of the house. Ryan was annoyed, and it showed.
“Are you jealous?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he answered honestly. “I always got the women, and even though I sent her here for you, I'm green with envy. She’s amazing. And you guys are disgusting.” He shoved my arm and then laughed. I raised my eyebrows at him.
“You sent her here for me?”
“Of course I am going to take all the credit. I am the best at getting girls and apparently getting them for you as well. Glad you took this one though. I've been trying to get you one for years.” He laughed. I laughed too.
“She's pretty great, I'll admit that. Thanks.”
“Don't get all sappy on me, but your first child should be named Ryan.”
“Noted.” We walked around the front of the house, our workout forgotten, and headed into town to get some work done at the lumber mill.
Emmy was on her way out to the woods when we got back about one.
“You finally get up, lazy butt?” Ryan teased her.
“Yeah, figured I would get some work done!”
“I'll cook tonight.” I pulled her against me and kissed her quickly before letting her go.
“I'll be back in a couple of hours.” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and walked out toward the woods. Ryan and I went about moving wood around in the shop to make room for the table I needed to make for someone in town. He helped me sand most of it and get it to a point where I could stain and seal it.
“What time is it? I'm starving.” I looked up at the old Budweiser clock that hung in the shop, and it showed it was after seven. My first thought was I needed to get dinner started and my next was why hadn't Emmy popped in when she came back from the woods. We cleaned up and closed up the shop, dragging chairs out into the yard so we could sit around the fire barrel after dinner.
“Emmy?” I called into her house. She didn't answer, so I walked in and looked around. I didn't see her, so I went upstairs. She wasn't in the house, and I started to panic. I yelled for Ryan, and I skidded out of the back door.
“She never came back,” I shouted and ran for my house. I grabbed my shotgun and started toward the woods. Ryan was hot on my heels as we ran through the woods yelling for her as we went. I felt like we ran a hundred miles, but soon enough we popped into the meadow. She wasn't there. I looked in all directions trying to find something of hers, anything.
“I'm going out toward the creek. My phone is in my pocket. Let me know as soon as you find her, or I'll call you,” Ryan said and took off running, his twenty-two in hand. My heart was racing when I tried her number again. It went straight to voicemail.
“Fuck!” I shouted then went the opposite direction of Ryan. I was running and yelling, looking for anything that would give me a clue as to where she might be. My phone dinged, and I immediately pulled it from my pocket.
Called dad, they are on their way.
Ryan
I tried to stay on the path, but I knew Emmy would probably wander off looking for samples. I continued to run east, yelling for her between breaths. I could barely hear Ryan, but he was yelling too.
I turned and started backtracking. She wouldn't have wandered this far, at least I hoped she hadn't. She was more than likely closer to the creek; that's where she’d told me the trees were that had this disease. I turned and started to run a northward circle toward Ryan. the trees were all starting to look alike as I ran, but I knew what direction I needed to go. I ran straight back into the meadow from a different direction, turned, and kept running toward the direction Ryan had gone. I stopped and put my hands on my knees, taking a minute to catch my breath. My adrenaline was pumping, but that wouldn't last long. I heard Ryan yell, and I yelled back, letting him know I was close so he didn't shoot me by accident; loud crashing in the woods usually meant something big was coming at you.
Dad’s here
Heading toward pasture and across the highway
Ryan
I looked at the screen and then shoved the phone back in my pocket. I knew the whole town would be here within the hour if we hadn't found her.
“Have you seen anything?” I asked as I approached Ryan.
“Nothing.” He shook his head. He was bent over trying to catch his breath too.
“Did she have her gun on her?” He asked me
“I don't remember. She usually has it on her hip. I don't know why she wouldn't be carrying it today.”
“Let's hope she did.” Ryan said then turned.
“I'm going to follow the river bank.” I pointed in that direction.
“I'm going to head toward Shannon’s Peak.” He looked back at me. “We’ll find her.”
We looked for almost an hour, and I was starting to lose hope when my phone dinged in my pocket.
Why didn't you tell me about the natural spring on your property?
E
Where the hell are you?
Luke
Excuse me?
E
Where the hell are you?
Luke
I'm at the house, where the hell are you?
E
I lifted the phone to my ear as it rang. I was mad, but when her voice came across the line, I smiled.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Ryan and I realized you weren't back, and we are out in the woods looking for you.”
“I came back to the house.”
“I can see that. Did
you not hear us?”
“I've been here for almost an hour,” she said. Ryan and I had been running around the woods for over an hour, and she was sitting at the house.
“We thought you got in trouble. You are never gone for more than a couple hours or so.” I was speaking fast and heading back toward the house.
“I have a gun and a cell phone. I think I got this,” she said into the phone. She sounded a little annoyed at me, but I needed to get my hands on her to make sure that she was okay.
“I'll be there in a minute.” I hung up and ran toward the house. I called Ryan quickly and let him know that she was safe, and then I hauled ass home. I was in a flat run when I got to her steps, and she walked out the door to greet me.
“Jesus, Luke.” She pushed my hair back from my face.
“I thought you were lost or hurt or dead.” I said between the breaths sawing in and out of my mouth.
“Why didn't you just call me?” It seemed logical, but I had tried to call her.
“I did, and it went straight to voicemail.” I shouted without meaning to. “I'm sorry,” I said almost immediately.
“I'm sorry that I scared you.” She leaned forward and kissed my mouth. I caught the back of her head and pulled her against me. She wiggled away and laughed.
“You are gross. Go take a shower.” I reached for her again. “I just got out, and I don't want your sweaty body and dirty hands on me, go.” She pointed toward her house, so I skipped the stairs two at a time and took a quick shower. Luckily, my shirt and a pair of my boxers were on the chair in her bedroom. When I came down the stairs, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.
“You scared the hell out of me.” I kissed her all over her face.
“You guys are gonna make me puke.” Ryan said as he strolled into the house.
“I sent him to your shower.” She pointed at Ryan and turned back to smile at him.
“Don't ever do that shit again, Emmy.” Ryan walked over and kissed the top of her head. I wanted to pull her away, but I knew Ryan cared about her too.
“I'm so sorry. I never thought about you guys being worried about me.”
“We keep tabs on you most of the time; you just don’t realize it. The longest you have ever been in those woods is two hours and forty-five minutes. When Luke looked up and it was close to seven, I think we both panicked.” Ryan sat at my kitchen table and dropped his hands to his lap.
“I had no idea,” she said apologetically.
“There are too many things out there that could kill you. I've seen bears, bobcats, cougars, mountain lions, and the occasional big mule deer, all of which could be a big problem if you’re alone,” Ryan said.
“I don’t know why my phone didn't work, but thank you for worrying about me.” She hugged Ryan from behind. He stood and turned on her shaking her back and forth.
“Don't. You. Ever. Do. That. Again.” He said as she laughed. I could feel the adrenaline crash, and I was suddenly exhausted and my head was pounding.
“Do you have any ibuprofen?” I stood.
“Yes.” I watched as she disappeared up the stairs.
“You good?” Ryan asked.
“My head is pounding, and I think we may have overreacted.”
“There is never an overreaction when you are dealing with people being alone in these woods.” Ryan pointed out the window.
“I guess you're right.”
When Emmy reappeared, she was carrying several bottles in her hands. “I wasn't sure which one you would want.” She sat them on the table, and I reached and grabbed the middle one. I was having trouble getting the arrows lined up, so Emmy grabbed the bottle from me, opened it, and poured four caplets in my hand. I watched as she poured some water into a glass before handing it to me. I tossed them in my mouth and swallowed them down with the water. I reached for her and pulled her down and into my lap. I just wanted my hands on her.
“Okay, well that's my cue.” Ryan stood and walked toward her front door. “I'll see y’all tomorrow.” He waved and then disappeared out of the house.
I ran my hands up her sides and nuzzled into her neck.
“Luke, I'm fine. I'm sorry I scared you.” She twisted so we were face to face. Her hands reached up and cupped my cheeks, turning me so I was looking into her eyes. “I will continue to be careful in the woods, I promise.” She pulled my mouth to hers and brushed her lips against mine. The kiss deepened and I gathered her hair in my hand and pressed my mouth closer to hers. I needed to be as close to her as possible, so I stood lifting her in my arms and started up the stairs to her room. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she gave it a tug as we crossed the threshold into her room. My mouth was on hers when my knees connected with her bed. I sat her gently on the bed and settled myself on top of her.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emerson
I watched Luke as he walked around my room, water dripping from his skin. His hair had droplets of water that were catching the first rays of sun, and it almost looked like he had tiny diamonds in his hair. He smiled when he caught me watching him.
“You like what you see?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me in a playful manner.
“Ehhh... it’s okay.” I shrugged. He narrowed his eyes at me then pounced on the bed, shaking his wet hair in my face. When the cold water hit, I tried to pull the sheet up and over me, but his knees held it in place.
“Not so fast.” He covered my body with his. His hands enclosed my face, and his eyes grew melty.
He lowered his mouth to mine but didn't kiss me. He said softly against my lips, “If I had known then what I know now, I would have worked a lot harder to have you.”
“You mean my stunning good looks didn't draw you in on day one?” I rolled my eyes, and he grew serious.
“There is not a part of you that isn't amazing, even your tendency to yell at me.” I pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. I kept my eyes open and watched his pupils dilate. He moved over me, and I adjusted, searching for the right pressure. He settled between my thighs, and I pushed up against him as he kissed my jawline before covering my mouth. His tongue swept inside, and the kiss deepened.
He pulled away from me and softly said, “We can't.”
I pulled the back of his neck. “Can’t never could,” I grinned at him. “I want you inside of me.”
The words were soft, and my voice sounded foreign so thick with arousal. He pushed up, shoved his boxer briefs over his hips, and laid back down between my thighs. His fingers traveled down and dipped inside, spreading me open. I felt his tip against my wetness, and I arched my hips to encourage him. He slowly started to push inside of me. I pushed back trying to get him deeper, but he was taking his time. He lowered himself down on top of me, his weight resting on his forearms. He dropped his mouth toward mine, but our lips simply touched, and our eyes met. He watched me, his eyes focusing from one of my eyes to the other. As he moved his hips, he never looked away from me, our lips never disconnecting. Each stroke was a promise, each movement solidifying our relationship. It wasn’t just sex. It was so much more than that. I had never experienced anything like it. I had never felt the intimacy that we shared at that moment with anyone else.
He said softly against my lips, “I think I might love you.” I pushed my lips up and against his, but he pulled back and just kept staring into my eyes. I felt the familiar burning deep in my belly and tried my best to find the oncoming orgasm, but Luke held steady. As the building intensified, I felt him waver in his movements, each one becoming a little more forceful. I clamped around him, and the world spun. I pulled him against me, our lips mashed together, and I fell down the rabbit hole. I heard him grunt, and then my name floated across his lips as he buried himself deeper inside of me. I felt him swell with each thrust forward. When he released, my body clamped down around him, he jerked and cursed, then slowly slide out of me. I felt every inch as he slid out and then a wetness followed. He laid back over me and kissed me deeply, forcing my head back into t
he pillow.
***
I woke a couple hours later to find Luke gone. As I walked to the bathroom to shower, I looked out the window to find him and Ryan working on his springboard. They would be leaving in a couple days for the next competition. I found my phone and called Rachel. With everything that had been happening, I hadn't had a chance to call her and let her know how things had progressed.
“Morning, sunshine.” I could almost hear her smiling through the phone.
“Good morning,” I replied.
“Well, don't you sound chipper this morning? Oh my goodness. You finally had sex with him!” She yelled through the phone. “Charlie, she had sex with the lumberjack.” I heard her yell through the phone. “You owe me a massage and thirty minutes of oral!”
I busted out laughing. “You guys had a bet on when I’d get laid?”
“Not so much when, but with who. My money was on the lumberjack. Now, tell me everything.”
The phone went silent as I tried to find the words. “I don't know what to tell you.”
“Please. Spill it girl.” She laughed.
“It was... amazing.”
“And,” she prompted.
“I don't know. It was different than any other time I've had sex.” I smiled, thinking about this morning.
“Which was what, with one other guy?”
“There have been two,” I protested. “Okay, so I don't have a lot of experience, but that doesn't mean I don't know great sex when I have it.”
“Elaborate.”
“It's just different. When I had sex before, it was more a means to an end, with Luke it's more of a means to a beginning. I don't know how to explain it. I just want to be connected to him all the time. When he kisses me even a simple peck, I want him so much it hurts.”
“You got it bad, girl.”
“I think I might,” I sighed. I knew this would happen. I knew I would fall hard and fast for him and then it would end up being a disaster.