He rubs his hand over his chin, clearly somewhat worried. I don’t say anything as this is not my territory. All I can do is, maybe, comfort him if he needs me, after she leaves.
“Thanks. I suspected as much. This”—he swipes the air before his face—“it says nothing to me. I’ve been thinking I must have the parts of more than one man. The stitches, the skin color, those aren’t a good match.”
“Yes. I don’t know if that was any help to you,” she adds softly.
“Don’t worry.” He shifts in the chair, and a smile brightens his eyes. “I’m starting to like my face.”
“Ha.Great attitude. Anyway, with that I will say bye. I have to go drop these samples off and get some rest.”
We stand as she drives off in the Jeep, then Kail goes behind me and hugs me, crossing his arms under my breasts. I wonder if he thinks what she said will change how I see him?
I run my hand down his arm. That reveal of Melody’s has been a surprise for me, if not for Kail. “Is there anything about that you want to discuss?”
“Not really. I am what I am. I think you said that before. It’s how I intend to live my live—as me.”
“That’s true. You are indeed.”
That’s how we all live our lives—as ourselves. We are made up of a million, million patchwork pieces of genetic material passed down to us by our ancestors.
He rocks his body against me, swaying into my ass. “Let’s go say a proper hello to the ducks. I want to get used to this new me by just holding your hand while we wander about.”
“Talking to ducks? I’m in.” We leave our muddy shoes behind and pick our way down the sloping bank, aiming for where an old timber bench and a small jetty with a half-sunken dinghy wait for us. “I’ll also volunteer to talk to river spirits and fish, and deer, too, providing they are alive.”
I think I just proved I’m slightly mad to Kail but he barely eyerolls, grabs my hand. “And if you fall in, I’ll jump in and save you. Then I might paddle your ass for endangering yourself.”
I release his hand and sprint for the jetty. “Promises, promises!” I’m not planning to fall in but having him growl his displeasure and chase after me is freeing. It’s the best fun I’vehad in a year, not counting the sex. I squeak and look back and go faster.
He catches me before I reach the jetty, of course. I’m breathless as he pulls me to the grass and sits on me, pins down my hands. “If you weren’t so damn muddy, I’d fuck you here and now. You scared the ducks!”
I look past him, down the embankment, where five or six ducks fly in an arc across the lake. “Oops. They’ll be back.”
“Instead, I’ll just do this.” Kail flips me over then sits beside me and drags me over his lap, then proceeds to pull down my black leggings and deliver a hard spanking that curls my toes, jingles the metal of my collar, and leaves me panting more than before. My butt stings, and he’s admiring it, smoothing his hand over my curves, swatting me here and there.
Fuck, though. I’m staring at grass, feeling his hard-on under my belly, and wanting him inside me. I turn my head and peer at him, wriggle a little. “Ahem.”
“Needy, Miss Hailey?” He grins.
“Yes?” I squeak out then swallow. “I don’t often see you grin. It’s heartwarming…just like that spanking was pussy-warming. Do something?” I waggle my butt.
He pulls up my leggings, dumps me off him, and rolls me to the side, then he stands. When I rise to my hands and knees, he puts his bare foot on my hand. “Later, if you please me.”
Ooh, that meanness is in his eyes.
My clit, my dirty little clit, swells even harder. Do I tease him or… I eye where his foot presses on my fingers, not too much pressure, but enough. He bends over and gathers a chunk of my hair, winds it gently around his fist.
I turn my head and, selecting a nice clean spot, I carefully kiss his leg.
“Good girl. Now, run up and get some bread for the ducks so we can lure them back, and I’ll let you sit on me on that bench, naked except for your underwear.”
Devious man. I stroll back to the cabin. Feeling his gaze on me, I let my ass sway so that I can, maybe, tease him into letting me remove my underwear. Luckily, spring is blossoming, and I can wear almost nothing and not die of shivering.
I may die from lack of cock, though. I smile at that thought.
If only I could make this day last forever, and the bad stuff would fix itself.
Kail Stone
Before the sun sinks into the lake at the gap between the mountains, we fetch a few books from the shelf in the cabin, some snacks, and a bottle of wine that Melody left us, and we head down to the jetty.
