“And we're doing what with it?” he asks, not inquiring further about how or where I got it.
Good boy.
“Finding a spot for Delilah to find it,” I reply, turning on my heel and marching further into the forest.
The sun is low in the sky, and the late summer breeze has almost turned crisp in the evenings. Fall is just around the corner, and the pine needles, and forest floor crunch underneath my sneakers, followed by the sound of much bigger, much heavier footfalls. After a few minutes, I finally find the perfect spot.
Nestled in the crook of a fallen tree, sits a large patch of damp moss. I quicken my steps, and gently set down the pricey piece of glittering plastic, nestling it down deep into the greenery.
“You’re off your rocker,” he mumbles behind me.
I scoff. “You love it. You’re obsessed with me,” I toss over my shoulder as I fluff the moss.
“That I am,” he admits, quietly, coming up behind me with a handful of leaves, and small twigs. He reaches over my shoulder and tries to faintly disguise the egg, making it seem more natural. I shoot him an amused look over my shoulder, to which he just shrugs sheepishly.
I take a step back, and admire our handiwork. Delilah is going to freak out.
I feel the heat from Wesley’s body behind me. He sweeps my hair off of one shoulder, exposing my neck and placing a gentle kiss to sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“No need to thank me.” I shiver in response to his touch, goosebumps hitting me like a tidal wave.
I turn around to face him, and don’t miss the heat in his stare. It sparks something in me, and I smirk taking a couple steps back. Wesley cocks his head, eyeing me up and down.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
I hope he catches on.
He read a scene in my book last night that should give himsomeinsight. He was so turned on after, he bent me over the armchair in our room, and fucked me so hard I could barely walk this morning.
I shrug a shoulder, and bite my lip, taking a few more steps backward. He takes a step toward me, but then I turn and take off at a sprint back towards the house.We walked pretty far, so I have a good portion of forest to run through before I make it back. Heavy footsteps thunder behind me, and I squeal from the excitement and nerves.
Trees blur as my momentum increases, and my heart hammers in my chest.
“You little brat,” I hear Wesley growl from behind.
I take a chance and peek over my shoulder and see that Wesley is far closer than I thought. Damn him and his long legs. I run about a hundred more feet before I turn around again, but Wesley is nowhere to be seen. I slowly halt my steps, and glance around at my surroundings, panting. That’s when two strong arms wrap around me from behind, startling me and pressing me up against a wide tree.
My laughter makes me breathless, and my heart pounds in my chest. But as I look up at Wesley, he looks breathless from something else entirely. His eyes are blown out, and our gazes stay locked in the silence between us. The gentle quiet of the forest has completely enveloped us, and then he’s kissing me. Kissing me like he couldn’t possibly hold it in a second longer. I melt into him, hands raking through his messy hair.
Wesley breaks away, breathing heavily. He looks down at me, and his navy blue eyes dance between mine. “I love you,” he breathes.
“What was it you said? You didn’t fall, you plummeted?” I tease, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer.
He nods, and licks his bottom lip. “Headfirst.”
I hum in answer, then pull him down for another kiss. “I love you too,” I whisper onto his lips.
Before he has a chance to reply, we hear the tell-tale sounds of us no longer being alone. Pine needles crunch and voices begin to echo through the trees.
“Iby? Daddy?” Delilah calls out.
When we look around the tree trunk, we see Sophie holding hands with Delilah and walking in our direction.
“Hey,” Wesley calls out.
Delilah spots him immediately, and comes running toward us.
