Take Two Copyright © 2014 by Nancy Corrigan All Rights Are Reserved.
“Good night, Kyle. Thanks for checking on me, but as you can see, I’m fine. No wild animal or drunk college kid has assaulted me.”
On a grunt, she hefted the trunk and started walking away from where she’d left her car. Well, shuffled described her awkward steps better. He watched her struggle with her unusual baggage, puzzled by the older Ronnie. She’d gotten good at avoiding questions. It only stoked his curiosity.
He fell into step next to her.
She glanced at him. “Why are you still following me?”
“Figured you’d need me to carry that for you.”
“I can manage.”
He glanced from her fingers tightened around the handles to the strained muscles in her arms. “Looks heavy.”
“I’m stronger than you think.”
He matched her slow pace. “I can see that.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“Well, the cabin is a good half mile up the mountain, and once you realize you can’t spend the night there, you’re going to have to carry that thing back down.”
She stopped and carefully set the trunk onto the ground. “Why can’t I stay there? I do own it.”
“So you turned the power back on and had somebody clean it?”
She licked her lips. “I don’t need lights, and a little dirt won’t kill me. I’ll survive a night. It’ll be like camping, and I’ll call a mechanic in the morning. So, you see, I’m fine. I don’t need you.”
He bit his cheek to stop his grin. “And I suppose you don’t need water or to be able to flush the toilet either.” He gave up and let his amusement show. “Need power to run the well pump, Ronnie.”
She glanced from the trunk at her feet to the road in front of her. “I need to get up there.”
She gave a small shake of her head. “I guess not.”
“How about I get you somewhere that has running water, then bring you out here tomorrow?”
“Being my hero again?”
“I always was good at it.”
“You were good at a lot of things.”
He opened his mouth to ask why she’d left, then, but snapped it closed. He would not go there. Like Wyn had said, Kyle needed to keep Ronnie’s visit in perspective. She hadn’t returned to reunite with him. It didn’t mean he’d just let her walk away without reminding her of what she gave up. The thought took hold. He’d fuck her, make her scream for him, and then he’d walk away and leave her yearning. Maybe it’d be the closure his friends always told him he needed. Nothing else had worked.
He cleared his throat. “I still am, Ronnie.”
He heard her shaky exhale and wished she were close enough to feel it on his skin.
“So am I. Better, actually.”
Her voice promised sin, and her lips offered a taste of candy. He wanted both.
“Are you now?”
“Mmm-hmm. Practice makes perfect, they say.”
He bit back the jealousy he had no right to feel and lifted the trunk. He grunted, surprised by its weigh. “You are stronger than you look. What do you have in here?”
More of her evasive answers. He let it go. Her clothing and accessories didn’t concern him at the moment. He had one night with her…if he could convince her to go home with him. Otherwise he had the next few minutes. He planned to make them count.
They made their way to his truck. He tossed the wooden box into the back. It landed with a clunk.
“Oh my God, be careful with that!”
She scrambled into the bed and reached for the crate. He caught her hips, stopping her so her knees were on the edge of the tailgate. “I’m sure your clothes are fine.” He slid a hand to her belly and stepped between her legs. “You’re going to get all dirty crawling around back there.”
She peered over her shoulder. “I never minded getting a little mud on my knees.”
He stroked his fingers over the slight swell of her stomach but stopped inches above her groin. “I remember that about you, Ronnie. You never minded leaves in your hair or grass stains on your palms, as long as you got my cock inside you.” He slid his other hand down her thigh and gripped the edge of her skirt. “Are you still wild like that, doll?”
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