He spanks my left cheek and the same powerful sensation rips through me.My knees tremble.
"Next time you touch my dick, you better be ready for the consequences, little girl," he growls, plastering himself against my back.His hand sinks into my hair, craning my head back.He tugs the strands, pulling just enough to make my stomach quiver with need."You'll be choking on it while you're riding my face."
Paul Bunyan, don't save me.Leave me right here with this wicked, cranky, dirty man, please and thank you.
"Y-Yes, sir," I whisper.
"Good girl," he practically purrs, pressing an intimate kiss to the side of my throat before he releases my hair and slides his arms around my waist, cuddling me as if he didn't just completely knock my world out of orbit."Now, tell me what you're so afraid of, Sunshine."
"The woods."I lay my head back against his chest, squeezing my eyes closed."Mountains.Forests.Camping.Hiking.Wild animals."
"That's quite the list."
"That's only the first half," I mutter."I went camping once.Two days in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest near Mt.Rainier sounded fun until I got lost."
"Fuck," he whispers, tensing.
"I was out there for four days before the search party found me.I've been terrified of anything outdoorsy ever since."
"How old were you?"
"Thirteen."I laugh tremulously."Drunk Me decided it was time to get over it."
"You took this job to help you get over it?"
"Yes.Drunk Me makes terrible decisions.She's not allowed to drink anymore," I grumble, which makes him smile for the first time since I got here."I decided ten years was long enough to be afraid to step foot in a forest or a patch of trees bigger than a Christmas tree farm, so here I am."
"Here you are," he says.
"I can do this job.I'm just a little anxious about the nature parts.Please don't fire me."
"I'm not going to fire you."
"You aren't?"I ask, relieved.Now that I'm here, I really don't want to leave...and it has nothing to do with our crazy pact.It's him.I want to stay because of him.
"No.I'm going to help you."
ChapterSix
DEACON
"You can't hike in those boots, Sunshine."
"Why not?"Cordelia demands, sticking one foot out to admire her black boot.
"They have fucking fur on them, for one," I growl."And I'm pretty sure it's fake fur."
"It is.I'm against animal cruelty."She beams at me from the small island in the kitchen, those dimples making my cock stir.
"Secondly," I say, trying like hell to avoid the way it twitches in my pants, "you couldn't even walk across the parking lot in the damn things yesterday.There's no way you can climb a mountain in them today."
"This isn't the same pair, Deacon.Those were charcoal.These are black."
"Charcoal is black, Cordelia."
"No.Charcoal is charcoal.Black is black."
I eye them skeptically.They look like the same fucking color to me.
