Page 6 of The Wild Man

It only takes me a moment to figure it out. The touch of his nose slides along the column of my neck and he breathes in deeply. He does it a couple more times.

He’s… sniffing me?

For some reason, that has the hairs on my arms rising and the back of my neck prickles.

He keeps his face buried in my neck and steps closer. Something hard pokes into my stomach. My eyes widen, and my body stiffens at the realization of what it is. He’s still fucking naked and he’s pushing his humongous dick against me.

My instincts kick in, and I reach for his wrist with one hand while going for my taser with the other. I don’t get to either before my neck is released and both of my hands are captured in his. He transfers them to one of his and lifts them above my head.

His lips are a flat line as he stares down at me with his unfeeling black eyes. His hair, still damp from his bath, partially hides his face as it falls forward. The hand not holding mine goes back around my throat. The heat of his fingers is scalding.

I straighten my spine as much as I can and stare back at him.

“No,” I say, adding strength into my voice that I don’t actually feel.

The only response I get in return is a deep grunt.

His face goes back into my neck and he continues sniffing me. With my arms raised, it limits his access, so using his grip around my neck, he tilts my head to the side.

Another grunt comes at the same time he pushes his hips forward, digging his abnormally large dick into my stomach.

“Stop!” I say louder.

When he doesn’t even acknowledge my demand and continues his ministrations, I try to raise my knee, but it’s no use. Wild Man has effectively trapped me. The only thing I can do is wait for him to finish and hope like hell this is as far as he’ll take it.

I don’t believe his intent is to get off while dry humping me. I think he’s simply using the movement to keep me in place while he takes his fill of my scent.

Something wet touches my neck, and it only takes a second to comprehend that it’s his tongue. He’s fucking licking me, and from the deep rumble that vibrates in his chest, he’s not displeased with the way I taste.

As he continues to rub his nose and tongue up and down my neck, the prickles of his beard abrading my skin, I open my eyes and stare up at the blue slivers of sky through the thick layer of trees. Birds chirp in the distance, along with the buzz of insects. Off to the right, in the direction of the spring, the whoosh of the waterfall fills the air. Sweat trickles down my temples, between my breasts, and down my back. It’s hot as blazes out here. Why does mother nature have to pick now to be unseasonably hot for the beginning of fall? I bet that spring would feel heavenly right about now.

My eyes widen and my breath hitches when Wild Man leaves my neck and pushes his face against my chest. His nose pokes into the space between my breasts just above the line of my T-shirt and he inhales deep. I ball my hands into fists, the bark cutting into my flesh. I pull against his hold to test his grip, but it’s locked tight.

A gruff groan reverberates from his chest and he digs his face deeper, stretching my shirt down until my breasts almost fall out. I wiggle against his hold, but he keeps me in place with his hands and groin tucked against me.

Then, before panic can set in, I’m released. It happens so fast, I stagger forward and nearly fall. My gaze shoots to Wild Man standing a few feet away, his body rigid with his nostrils flaring. Before I can stop myself, my eyes lower. Down and down they go until they fall on the rock hard appendage hanging between his legs. I thought it was big from fifty feet away. This close… I had no idea they were made that fat and long. Dark hair surrounds the root. The twin balls just below hang low.

I don’t get a chance to look at it for long before Wild Man turns around and walks away, giving me a close up view of the backside of him. I’m not ashamed to admit, the back is just as appealing as the front.

I stand there for several seconds, watching him get further away from me as I contemplate following him or getting the hell out of there. The smart thing to do would be to leave and maybe bring one of my brothers back with me. Just one look at Wild Man, and I know he’s more than I can handle, should things get out of hand, even with my gun and taser.

But I’m impatient. I’ve been curious about this man for years. And the magazine I work for is depending on this article. I promised Dillon I would have something for him no later than a couple of weeks. I won’t let him and Linzi down. It’s just not an option.

Call me naïve, and maybe I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, but I really don’t think this man will hurt me. Not truly.

So, with a deep breath of courage and a prayer to the big man upstairs asking Him to watch over me, and ignoring all the blaringly obvious warning signs, I take the first step toward uncertainty.

three

Everlee

I follow behind Wild Man, but I keep my distance. It’s better to not be close if he makes any sudden movements toward me. I rest my hand on the butt of my gun holstered to my hip.

I watch my surroundings as we trek through the forest, memorizing landmarks so I won’t be lost when I leave. Having been forced to live half of my life outdoors with my dad and brothers has its perks. They taught me all about nature. How to navigate it. How to recognize certain things. How to track through it. How to identify poisonous plants and critters.

While I’m aware of what’s going on around me, my eyes keep straying ahead. Wild Man is about twenty feet in front of me, still wearing his birthday suit. With each step he takes, the muscles in his ass and legs flex, and I can’t help but watch. That butt looks good enough to bite, or maybe sink my nails into. What can I say, I’ve always been a butt gal.

He suddenly stops and turns his head, his eyes meeting mine. My cheeks grow hot at being caught looking at his backside. His blank expression doesn’t change. He just turns back around and keeps walking.