Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
When everything looks good and done, we enjoy our varied meal, constructed by both of us, allowing us to eat better than two people who are stuck in the woods have any right to.
“This is pretty good,” she says after chewing on some rabbit. “Honestly, it needs a little bit of salt and pepper, but I’m not going to hold that against the chef.”
“Fresh out, sorry. The garlic and onion do make it a lot better than just the meat alone, though.
“You really are a true mountain man,” she says. “I thought that you’d gone soft with all your pampering, Red. The nice truck, the good job and the like.”
“Nah. I realize that things happen. The survival skills my dad taught me were good lessons, ones that I hope to teach my own kids someday.”
“Still think they’ll be useful then?”
I nod. “Absolutely. We like to think we’ve utterly conquered nature, but it still surrounds us, and it isn’t going to let us forget it can kill us in an instant. I want my kids to be prepared to survive when things go wrong.”
“That’s something I can agree with.”
“And maybe you should teach them the things you know about plants too.”
More chuckling. “Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves?”
When we finish eating, we lounge in the cave, relaxing on Annie’s sweater and my flannel shirt. We can’t keep our eyes off one another, and that’s still true as her T-shirt dries and I can’t see through it anymore.
“Am I, Annie? I see you, and I’m filled with need. A desire. Something no other girl has inspired in me.”
She is as red as she always is when I say things like that to her. I lean over, and place a kiss on her lips, and she happily accepts and kisses me back. She gasps in joy as I bring her closer and she runs her fingers through my hair. Our makeshift kebabs have ben devoured, and we’re all alone tonight, our only entertainment one another.
I didn’t plan for this to happen, but if life is going to throw it my way? I’m sure as hell going to catch it.
8
ANNIE
I’m captivated by Red and everything he does. He’s so damn manly I can barely believe it, checking off everything I want. I already knew he was handsome, had a nice beard and an incredible body, but knowing that he’s smart and resourceful on top of that, and doesn’t neglect things just because they don’t match what’s traditionally manly? This is going from a crush to being in love real quick.
And I know how insane that seems. This is hardly a typical situation though. Getting lost in the woods is not what people choose as their second date.
Our kiss is strong and intense. I run my hand down his bare body, feeling his intense musculature and enjoying every bit of it. His hand’s warm touch ignites my flesh, and I’m hiking my shirt up in response. I want to feel more of his touch against me, more of his everything against me. My mind is racing with the possibilities. A dirty, dank cave is hardly the most romantic of locations to enjoy a lover in, but I don’t really care. I want Red and I want him bad.
I’ve never been the most endowed of women, so I get away with not wearing a bra quite often, and today is one of those days. It let him get a sneak peek at my assets, and now he can see everything. I’ve always had a bit of shame over my chest not being as big as the other girls’, but Red? He doesn’t care. Those skillful hands of his run down my shoulder and across my breasts, and let the goosebumps flow through me. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Annie,” he whispers, right into my ear.
He makes my face turn red again. It’s an embarrassingly common occurrence. Our kiss brings us closer, our bodies entwining as we sit next to the fire. I claw lower on him, pulling at his belt, and yanking it away as he kicks off his boots. It’s clear where we’re going and common sense tells me I should stop it, but I'm in no mood to be listening to common sense.
Timidly, I pull at the buttons, and he helps me in pushing his jeans down his legs. He’s wearing boxers, and there’s quite the tent pitched inside of them. I’m a bit surprised as I look down at what he smuggled into our little cave.
“Nervous, huh?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah...”
“Is.... is this your first time, Annie?”
More nodding. “Was waiting for the right guy.”
He laughs. “Am I the right guy?”
“You absolutely are, Red.”
He nods, and blushes himself. “It’s my first time too.”
I gasp. “Wait, really? The girls were all over you at football games.”
“I know, but none of them really tickled me the right way. I want more than someone who's a clout chaser and just wants to sleep with me to talk about how big my dick is with other girls.”