"Ow, damn it!" Lulu falls harder this time, and her little gasp has me turning sharply. Her face is screwed up in pain as she tries to wipe water off her face and the bright red blood from the cut on her knee short-circuits my brain.
"Here," I growl, shoving Cleo into Lulu's arms as she squints up at me in baffled surprise.
I slide her backpack over my shoulders and lift her into my arms. She squeals, clutching Cleo close with one arm, as she wraps the other one around the back of my neck.
"Oh my god," Lulu practically shrieks. "I'm too heavy. Put me down."
I snort derisively, narrowing my eyes at the woman who dares to criticize anything on her perfect body. Too heavy? I've been dreaming about having her thick thighs on either side of my face while I eat her out from below since the second I laid eyes on her. I'd like to put her too heavy theory to the test.
"Jett, I can walk; I promise." Lulu taps my shoulder, like she's trying to get my attention, and I don't know what comes over me, but I instinctively swat her ass.
"Make me," I growl.
We both freeze for a second when she lets out a wanton moan at my command. Her eyes focus on my mouth as rain streams down our faces, and I lean toward her, slowly going in for a kiss as I wait for her to shove me back or tell me to stop. She doesn't.
Instead, she slides her hand behind my head and pulls me the rest of the way, our lips meeting in a moment that is like nothing I've ever experienced before. We're both cold, but this kiss sets my body on fire. If I thought my cock was hard before, we have reached a new level of solid I've never imagined.
I press my tongue against her lips, and she opens eagerly for me, her tongue tangling with mine in sinful pleasure of what's to come next. She turns her body a little, cupping my cheek as she kisses me, and I'm painfully aware of her breasts pressing against my chest. Finally, Lulu pulls back, panting heavily, and the heat in her eyes has me contemplating taking her against a tree before we get to my cabin.
Cleo chooses that moment to slide her furry face between the two of us, licking and nipping up at us both with her boundless puppy energy, completely shattering the moment.
Lulu laughs, hugging Cleo closer to her chest, and I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. Walking through a wet forest carrying anything is difficult, but trying to manage it with an erection is a test of my worth as a man.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Chapter 3
Lulu
"Here. Let me clean you up." Jett's low voice melts my insides, and I bite my lip as he walks over to the couch. I put Cleo down on the floor, and she barely responds, completely tuckered out from her big adventure today. Turns out Jett is puppy-sitting for his sister and brother-in-law this weekend.
My knee is fine. It's a relatively minor cut that stopped bleeding already, but the thought of his hands on me again has me nodding like I'm about to lose a limb if he doesn't administer first aid immediately.
When we got to his cabin, he handed me a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before taking Cleo into the bathroom to rinse her off. I changed into the t-shirt and then sat on the couch, trying to process the day, but especially that kiss.
What was that magic?
I have had kisses before, including some pretty great kisses with handsome men who barely spoke the same language as me. But that one from Jett lit my entire body up from the insideout. My nipples could cut glass right now, and I am squeezing muscles in my thighs I didn't know existed in an attempt to stem the raging desire throbbing at my core. He spanked me. And instead of demanding he put me down, I moaned like a wanton hussy, stopping short of begging him for another.
Jett sits next to me on the couch, pulling my leg onto his lap, and I have to stifle the moan from the touch of his hands. He is shirtless, no doubt a necessity from washing Cleo, but it gives me a clear view of why it was so easy for him to carry my ass all the way here. His hair is wet, and I desperately want to find out if he's wearing underwear beneath the black sweats he threw on. I took mine off. I'm extra curvy and short, so his shirt hits my mid-thigh. I figured he would never know... unless he wanted to.
His fingers dance along my lower leg, and I let out a hard breath before sucking in another. "I didn't want to get blood on the pants," I tell him in a breathy rush, even though he didn't ask or question why I'm half-naked. Thank God I shaved my legs this morning.
Jett nods, staring at the cut as he continues to rub light circles against my skin. "You need hiking boots," he finally says, and then reaches for the cotton swab.
"Yeah, I wasn't thinking." I shake my head, worried he thinks I'm incompetent. Getting lost in the woods in the first place and then falling was not a great confidence booster. Unprepared on two counts. "I grew up in Duhring Park. I know better."
"Did you?" Jett looks surprised. "What year were you?"
"I'm thirty-six," I say immediately. I've never worried about getting older. I've photographed countless cultures over the years, and the happiest people are those who aren't desperate to stay young. "But I went to Stanthorpe Academy on an art scholarship for high school. I'm a photographer."
Jett nods. "I'm thirty-nine. You were between my two sisters’ ages. You wouldn't have been on my radar."
I laugh. "Oh yeah? You didn't notice girls in middle school."
Jett grins and shakes his head. "No. I barely knew who was in my grade, let alone anybody near my sisters' ages. I was a bit of a loner. I liked fixing cars and machines. I worked at the auto shop in town."
"Milo's?" I ask. "He is my age, isn't he?"
