by Hamel, B. B.
Chapter Eleven: Rebecca
We didn’t talk about it afterward.
I was afraid that if I said exactly what I was feeling, the mixture of fear and desire, then something would change between us. When I opened my mouth and kissed him, the world seemed to light up around me. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the climb, but that wouldn’t be everything. So much of him seemed to be designed to drive me insane.
By Friday, I was beginning to stress about the silence. I knew I could fix that pretty easily by just talking to him, but with every passing second there seemed to be a new obstacle put in the way. By the time I felt like I was ready to say something, it was already too late.
Reid was gone a lot during the week. He was either running guide jobs or he was out climbing or he was at some party that I wasn’t invited to. It almost seemed like he was too busy for me.
Except that I noticed the way he looked at me, like he was hungry and couldn’t stop staring, or at least that was how it felt.
“Hey, lady, you still working?”
I looked up, startled. The guy was staring at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world. I tightened my apron and moved across the Blue’s floor toward him.
“Sorry. Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah. How about some refills here on our coffee?”
I frowned. “Sure, right away.”
“That’s a good girl. Be quick.”
Fucking asshole
, I thought as I went over to grab the coffee.
It was nearing the end of my Friday shift and I was already exhausted. I had started really early and was finishing up mid-afternoon. My last table was a bunch of asshole businessmen dressed up in suits. I had no clue what businessmen wanted with Ridgewood, but they were obnoxious and a pain in my ass, the perfect way to end my shift.
As I returned and started to refill their mugs, the most obnoxious guy of the group leaned closer to me.
“You know, you’re not so bad looking,” he said, grinning at his friends. “For a waitress.”
They all burst out laughing. I smiled at him, but my eyes said I will rip your spine out, creep
.
“Anything else, fellas?” I asked, trying my best to ignore him.
“Check when you get a chance.”
I nodded, relieved, and hurried off. Working at the Blue had been pretty good so far. The pay was decent, considering the tips, but the hours were long and I was always on my feet. I didn’t see Lindsey as much as I wanted, mostly because she got the good shifts.
Once the check was paid and I gathered my meager ten percent tip, I went into the back and hung up my apron.
“Hey, Becca!” Lindsey said, walking into the room.
“Hey, Linds. You just starting?”
“Yep. I’m your replacement. How is it today?”
“Not terrible. I just had one awful table, but otherwise okay.”
“Those business guys?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
She made a face. “They were being obnoxious as they left. I bet they’re terrible tippers.”
I laughed. “They really were.”
“Hey, listen. Feel like coming to another party tomorrow? This time I promise I won’t ditch you.”
“Will Josh be there?”
She shook her head. “Nope, and neither will Reid.”
“How do you know that?”
She shrugged. “I just heard he was busy, that’s all.”
I frowned again, noting her awkwardness, but decided not to press. “Okay, sure. That sounds fun.”
“Cool. I’ll text you.”
“Enjoy your shift.”
She grinned and waved as she walked out onto the floor.
What did Lindsey know about Reid that she wasn’t telling me? Reid acted like he wasn’t close with Lindsey at all, and yet she seemed to know more about his schedule than I did.
He claimed she was a pill addict, but I hadn’t seen any evidence of that.
Annoyed, I headed back home, looking forward to taking a long bath.
I sat on the edge of the tub as the warm water began to fill the white expanse. I put my hand under the tap and smiled to myself, excited to finally relax.
“Becca, you in there?” Reid’s voice came as he suddenly started knocking on the door.
“Who else would it be?”
“You busy?”
I sighed. “No, not yet.” I stood up and opened the door.
Reid stood there grinning at me.
“You could’ve looked away. I might have been naked.”
“Exactly. That’s why I was staring.”
“What’s so important that you needed to interrupt my bath?”
“Come for a hike with me.”
“No way. That’s the opposite of what I want to do right now.”
“Come on. You can take the longest bath in the world after we’re done.”
“Why do you need to go right now?”
He shrugged. “Felt like showing you something.”
I paused. “What is it?”
“Can’t say. Much better in person.”
“I’ve already seen your van.”
“It’s not my van.”
“Is it cooler than your van?”
He laughed. “No, it’s not even close. But you’ll like it anyway.”
I stared at his cocky smile and knew that I should say no and take my bath. I knew that wherever he wanted to take me, I probably didn’t want to go.
But the truth was, I did want to go. I shouldn’t have wanted to, but I did.
“Okay, fine.”
“Meet me out back.”
And then he was gone. I watched him walk away, down the hall and then downstairs. I turned back and shut off the water.
For a moment, I allowed myself a second to mourn my lost bath time.
He was standing out back in hiking pants, hiking boots, and a tight black T-shirt when I was finally finished getting ready.
He looked back at me. “Took you long enough.”
“I can go back inside right now and take a bath.”
He laughed. “Come on.”
I had to hurry to catch up with him as he strode off into the woods. He was smiling and looked like he was having the best time of his life as he picked his way through the underbrush.
“Still not telling me where you’re taking me?”
“You’ll see.”
“You’re not kidnapping me, are you?”
He grinned. “If only you could be so lucky.”
“I don’t know. Getting locked in that van for the rest of my life doesn’t sound fun.”
“Please. There’d be conjugal visits. That would be more than enough to keep you happy.”
“You act like you have a magic dick or something.”
“I do. It’s my gift and my curse.”
I laughed. “Yeah, seems like a real problem.”
We made it to the fence around the property and he quickly climbed over it. He turned back and helped me get over it in a surprising show of manners.
Which he quickly ruined by saying, “Your ass looks great in those jeans.”
I sighed. “Thanks, I guess.”
“So when did you start working at the Blue?” he asked as we set out again.
“Not too long ago. Lindsey got me the job.”
“Still seeing that pill head?”
“She apologized for the party.”
“She should do more than apologize.”
“She got me a job.”
He shrugged. “True. I guess I have her to thank for seeing you in that uniform.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know what it is about that uniform, Becca, but I was harder than I’d ever been as soon as I saw you.”
I blushed. “It’s just an apron and a blue shirt.”
“Yeah but you wore the fuck out of that apron. I’d love to see you in just that.”
“Tha
t’s never going to happen.”
“Never say never. I might have you begging for it soon enough.”
“I doubt it. The uniform thing is your fantasy, not mine.”
“What’s your fantasy, then? Sweaty stepbrother with a big cock?”
I couldn’t help but feel a rush run up my spine as I pictured him wearing only a tight pair of briefs, his huge bulge growing stiff under my touch. As we kept walking, I realized that I was soaking wet, mentally cursing my ruined and useless panties.
“Not exactly,” I said.
“Not exactly? Don’t tell me you’re the S and M type.”
I laughed. “No way.”
“No? I think you’d like a little spanking.”
“Okay, did you just bring me out here to talk dirty, or is there a point to all this?”
As excited as I was, I knew that I was going to have to turn back soon if he didn’t stop pushing. We were very alone out in the woods together and I didn’t trust myself not to do anything.
“We’re getting there,” he said, grinning at me. “Although I’m really enjoying the trip.”
I sighed. His smile was light piercing down through the thick canopy, and that scared me. It excited me too.
We walked for another ten minutes, picking our way around the trees. As far as I could tell, he wasn’t following a path at all. He wasn’t using a map or a compass, either, which worried me just a bit. He looked like he knew where he was going, but there was a small voice in the back of my mind that worried we were going to get lost in the woods forever.
Which was silly, because after about forty-five minutes of walking, he abruptly came to a stop.
“We’re here.”
I looked around. The patch of woods we were standing in looked exactly like every other patch of woods we had walked through. There was nothing around in sight, no tree houses or special vans or anything, just a stretch of forest continuing up ahead.
“Really nice,” I said sarcastically.
“Here,” he said and pointed at a tree.
I walked over and looked. “I’m not seeing it.”
He laughed and pointed right at a spot. Carved into the tree were two letters: R.C.
“You wanted to show me two initials someone carved into this tree?”
“Think about it for a second.”
And then it hit me. R.C. were his initials. “You did this?”
He nodded. “When we first moved here.”
“Huh. I’m amazed you remembered how to find it.”
He leaned up against the trunk. “I come here every once in a while if I feel like being alone.”
I leaned next to him. “It’s a decent spot.”
He laughed. “No, it’s not. But here.” He held out a knife for me. “Why don’t you add your initials?”
I took the knife. “I thought this was just your special place?”
“Nah. I figured you’d want to make your mark, since you’ve been gone so long.”
And in that moment I realized that was exactly what I wanted. I had been gone so long that the town seemed like it had forgotten all about me, even though it had barely changed at all.
I wanted to do something to make them remember. I wanted to be part of things again. For some reason, carving my initials into some random tree actually seemed like it would feel good.
I had no clue how he knew that it would be something I’d want. But for whatever reason, I desperately wanted to leave my mark on Ridgewood, even if it was only in the form of vandalizing a tree. I knew the poor tree didn’t do anything to deserve me cutting it up, but I figured she wouldn’t mind too much.
And so I carved. It was hard at first until Reid showed me how, and then it went pretty fast. In the end, cut deep into the tree’s bark next to his initials, were the letters R and F.
“I thought you might make a B,” he said.
“Rebecca is my full name.”
“Makes sense.”
We stood and admired my handiwork for a minute, letting the sounds of the forest fill the silence for us. I felt at peace for whatever reason, even though stabbing my initials into a tree wasn’t exactly changing anything. Still, I felt like I was now a part of the forest, and as long as the tree stood, so would my initials. Nobody would know what they stood for, but I would.
“Nice out here,” I commented.
“It grows on you.”
“How long did it take?”
He looked at me. “For what?”
“For it to grow on you.”
He thought about that for a second, looking out across the woods. “Not until I found climbing. That was like finding my place in the world.”
I nodded. That made sense to me. That was the thing I had been searching for, the thing I had left and gone to college to try and find. My place in the world had never been obvious or simple or easy, but for some reason, standing with Reid against a tree with our initials carved into the trunk, I felt at peace. More at peace than I’d felt in a long time.
Without thinking about it, I reached out and grabbed his hand. He didn’t seem surprised at all as our fingers intertwined. He looked at me, and I knew what it meant.
He turned away from the tree and faced me. I looked at him, my mouth hanging slightly open, as he pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the tree. His eyes were intense as I inhaled his smell mixed with the piney scent of the trees around us. I could feel the earth vibrating all around me, or maybe that was just my arousal at his ripped body so close to mine.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
After a second, he leaned forward slowly and kissed me hard.
I melted in that moment. Everything in my life dipped away. The stress of a new job, the stress of a new place, the fear of the future, it was all gone as his lips worked against mine, his body pressed close, his hands roaming along my body. I gasped as he bit my lip and grabbed my breast while his other hand touched my face.
That was it. I knew it was happening, I knew it was what had to happen after our kiss on the cliff. It was what had to happen ever since we first kissed, ever since he got lodged into my brain and never shook himself free.
I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt.
“Fuck, Becca,” he grunted, kissing my neck.
“I want you.”
“I know you do.”
“Right here. I don’t care.”
I gasped as his hands slowly slid down my stomach and slipped into my pants. His fingers were warm and strong against my soaked-through pussy as he began to rub me. I shivered and threw my head back, his pants halfway undone.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you in this forest for years,” he said in my ear. “Been thinking about making you come as loud as possible out here in the open.”
“Is anyone around?” I managed.
“Who fucking cares?”
I groaned as his fingers deftly flicked under my panties and began to roam my soaked clit. The calluses from years of climbing made his fingers both rough and soft all at once, and he clearly had incredible control of his hands. My knees began to shake as waves of pleasure rolled through me.
“I don’t want to get caught.”
“Yes you do,” he said, rubbing gently, agonizingly amazingly gently. “Why else would you be moaning like that?”
“I can’t help it,” I whimpered.
“Yes you can. You just don’t want to.”
With a gasp, I pushed him away and he grinned wickedly at me. I came at him, crushing my mouth against his, and finished tearing open his pants. I shoved my hand down his underwear and grasped his cock, momentarily shocked by its size. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a big dick; it was firm and thick and long as I slowly began to stroke it.
The truth was, he was right. He could clearly read me like an open book. I wanted it right there and then and didn’t care at all who was around to hear it.
I kept working him, stroking his length, as he pushed me back
up against the tree and continued rubbing my clit. I could barely concentrate on his dick as he worked me, fingers rolling in ways and spaces I had never felt before.
“You’re soaked through already,” he grunted in my ear.
“No I’m not,” I groaned.
“Don’t lie to me.” He suddenly yanked my shirt over my head, forcing my hand out of his pants. He kissed my chest and grabbed my full breasts, and I wrapped my arms around his head as he unhooked my bra, pulled it from my chest.
“I need you in me,” I whispered.
“Say it again.” He yanked my pants down around my knees. The cool forest air bit at my exposed skin and my nipples stood rock hard.
“Fuck me, Reid.”
He stood back and finished pulling down his pants, revealing his rock-hard dick.
“Say please,” he commanded.
Instead, I fell down to my knees in front of him, looking up at his grinning face. Slowly I slipped his dick into my mouth and began to suck the tip, savoring the taste of his salty pre-come as it hit my tongue. I sucked him hard like that, working his long and thick shaft, though I could barely fit the whole thing in my mouth.
He groaned his pleasure and wrapped his hands behind my hand, pressing slightly as he struggled to get his cock inside my mouth. I pulled back, a small string of saliva following my lips.
“Shit, Becca,” he grunted. “Keep sucking me like that and you don’t have to beg.”
I smiled and licked the base of him, up along his shaft, and slipped the tip back between my teeth. I rolled my tongue along his tip and began to suck him again, working up and down, my lips hoovering hard. He groaned and grabbed my hair a little rough, sending a thrill down my spine.
After I began to work his shaft with my hand, sucking his cock, my bare breasts exposed to the open forest air, he pulled himself back and out of my mouth.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
I stood and he tore off my panties, ripping the thin lace.
“I liked those,” I said, laughing.
“I’ll get you new ones.”
He bent over and rooted through his pants for a second, finding his wallet. He pulled a condom out and threw the wallet back onto the ground. I gasped as he grabbed my hips, turning me around and pushing me forward. I put my hands up on the tree, my face even with the carving of his initials, as he tore open the foil and rolled the condom along his cock.