I’m not sure why they did that but I don’t ask.
“I really need to go, need to get ready for work.”
Trent’s fingers curl inwards, his fist forming into a stone but luckily he doesn’t try to stop me. In relief I shoot him a big smile.
“Sorry about the Apollo thing by the way. I shouldn’t have called you that, judging by how much they laughed.”
He smiles back at me, his teeth perfectly formed and perfectly white and his whole face changes when he smiles. Makes me feel like my entire body is blushing, makes excitement pulse in my veins.
“They’re just jealous because you didn’t call them sun gods.”
I snigger a little, nodding as I back away and he does a rising movement as if he’s about to get up after me but then he doesn’t. “Anyway, looking at you makes me prickly and happy all over, just so you know.”
His smile dies and he looks like I’ve just punched him in the gut. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that? Thing is I don’t know how to act around in men. The tiny village by the sea where I grew up, only had people over the age of fifty living there.
There were never any kids my age or slightly older and I was homeschooled by my aunt. No wonder I don’t know how to behave properly or the right things to say. The girls at the bar laugh at me and whisper when they don’t think I hear.
They call me clueless and the virgitarian and my cheeks heat at the numb expression on Trent’s face. He too can probably tell I’m a virgitarian based on what I just said to him. How embarrassing. I really should get going.
Raising my hand in an awkward wave, I murmur, “Bye now.”
And then I take off, having no idea that he’s going to follow.
3
Trent
I make her prickly and happy. All over. The girl has given me more compliments in half an hour than I’ve probably been given in half of my life. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to let her go, but now even more so.Prickly.Happy.
She makes me randy and wired. I readjust my cock in my pants so that I’ll be able to walk, reach for my jacket and when she disappears into the woods, I follow.
“Where you going, Apollo?” Bill shouts and I give him a pissed off glance, hoping she didn’t hear him.
“Need to take care of something,” I snap and naturally they all start bitching and an impatient growl rumbles in my chest. I raise my arms in defense. “Drinks on me tonight. Deal?”
That calms the ladies right down. After we finish up in the woods, we have 48 hours free time before its 24 hours back at the fire station again. It’s perfect, means I’ll be able to keep an eye on Raye, just until I’ve made her mine.
My good girl is practically begging to be claimed and I stalk in the forest after her, my Johnson twitching the closer I come and the more intense her smell gets. Now I’ve figured out what it is.
Banana milkshake. Smooth enough to be slurped down in one gulp.
Thing about being a firefighter is that you have to have good eyesight and my gaze jerks when I catch a movement between the trees. Yellow shorts containing a lithe butt, a swinging fall of hair.
That’s my little sunray and my lips pull over my teeth. Already there’s an obsessive need in me to stay close to her and I dread falling asleep in my bed tonight on my own.
It’s an obsession that men in the past used to have, when women were scarce and the world dangerous. It makes me anal about her safety, fret over branches that could scrape her or fuzzy leaves that could irritate her sensitive skin.
I’m already terrified of the thought of losing her.
She doesn’t know I’m following her, walking a good couple of feet ahead of me but I’m glad I walked after her and annoyance runs through me. She shouldn’t be skipping on her own in the forest like this, but I already know she’s a little daredevil. Checking out fires when she shouldn’t be. She should be at home, sitting by a safe fireplace, cuddled up against a body.
My body that is.
My mouth waters as I walk after her in her tracks and only once does she stop, looking over her shoulder. It was my fault, I stepped on a twig and she has good hearing but I have enough time to jump behind a tree. I realize this isn’t how you build blinding trust but I don’t think Raye trusts me that much anyway. She’s naturally, a little guarded.
When she doesn’t rain praise over me that makes me feel like my head is in the clouds and my sac ready to bust from the need to procreate with her.
A nineteen year old.