No cars,
traffic,
voices,
…nothing.
Just a Wren and a Falcon flying together in peace.
CHAPTER 25
WREN
A lizard darts by, little feet causing a lot of noise in the crunchy, dead leaves. I jump, like I did with the squirrel, but relax and watch it skitter to and fro. “Normally I’d chase that,” I absently say aloud. “I love lizards. They’re prehistoric and weird.”
“I’m gonna catch him!” Eric comes to life, stalking the creature with bended knees and fingers outstretched up a wide incline, leaving the path. His right hand looks like a disaster, reminding me I never asked about it. “Who did you get in a fight with?”
His spine straightens as Eric stretches out his hand, inspecting it, the lizard forgotten just like that. “It wasn’t so much a fight as a beating.”
“Who did you…?” The answer hits me before I finish the question and my hand flies to my mouth. “You beat him up?”
“Broke his nose a little. Punched him in the nuts pretty good, too.” At my silence and shock, Eric tromps back to the path cleared by hundreds of footsteps over countless years. “Hey, you’re not going to defend that guy are you?” he demands.
“That’s…”
“Because he deserved what he got.”
“That’s…”
“Kissing that chick out in front of everyone.”
“That’s…”
“I should’ve kicked his nuts, not just punched them!”
“That’s…”
“What?! That’s what!”
“The sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me!”
He blinks in surprise and I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly I might cut off his circulation. His hands press into my back, arms tightening around me, too. “I had to do it. He hurt you.”
I explore his face with a look of utter amazement and gratitude. “But why?”
“You know how many times you shot me down because you had a boyfriend? Here you were being loyal to that punk and I respected the hell out of it. No, don’t make that face. Even though I fought you on it I respected it! And I knew you were attracted to me, too, but you were in a committed relationship and that mattered to you more than this.” He motions between our bodies. “And yet fuckhead over there was doing what he wanted and treating you the opposite of how you were treating him. It pissed me off. He hurt you. And I realized you can’t do that to someone. It’s not right. He needed my fist in his face, and I’d do it again!”
I kiss him. I didn’t mean to, but I did it anyway. I had to.
And Eric responds, but then he gasps and releases me, pulling free to stare into my eyes, his wild with confusion. “No, not like this!” he rasps then changes his mind and growls, “Aw, fuck it,” crashing a kiss into me. We tear into each other, the kisses hot and furious. We can’t get close enough.
His fingers claw at the bottom of my tank top and yank it up. I throw my arms into the air so he can remove it, gasping, “Hurry!” With it balled in his right hand he hooks his arm around my waist and lifts my feet mostly off the ground, dragging me behind moss-covered boulders, our mouths latched, devouring each other every inch of the journey.
Hidden back here, Eric pulls at my shorts while I yank open the buttons on his shirt, hands shoved inside and groping his chest, his ribs, his shoulders, tweaking his nipples while he grunts, urgent hands yanking my panties down my hips. “Fuck, I want you so bad,” he thickly murmurs against my parted lips.
“This is okay, right?”
“You mean, are you cheating?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, torn and wanting absolution.
Hazel eyes lose their smile as they gaze down at me. “Wren, you still want that guy?”
“No!”
“You love him?”
“No.”
“You think it’s done between you?”
“Yes.”
“Think he knows?”
My soul lightens as I realize, “Peter can go to hell.”
“That’s right, he can burn in it for all we care,” his eyes turning gentle as they travel around my face.
“Eric?”
“Shhh,” he whispers, brushing his lips against mine and staring at me. My heart knocks in my chest as he slides the pads of his fingers over my lips before he kisses me in a new way, in a way I’ve never been kissed before. It’s quiet, tender brushing of his lips against mine as our eyes remain locked in a passionate embrace of promises being made. My breath holds as I give myself over to him, softening. Responding, he grows harder, eyes flashing with lust before he claims me in a rougher kiss, deepening it. The taste and feel of him intoxicates me. Everything feels hot, pulsing with desire and surprise. It’s like I’m waking up for the first time and seeing the world is in color.
“Here,” he rasps, tearing off his shirt from where it was hanging off his shoulders. He lays it on the boulder. “Hold that here.”
I do, and he bends to retrieve my forgotten shirt, glancing over to my nakedness and pausing in front of my pussy. He presses a tender kiss to the mound and works hot kisses up my abdomen, ribcage and kissing both breasts like he wants to stay there but will be back for more later. Rising to his full height, eyes hungry, he lays my shirt on his and backs me against the makeshift cushion. His body is amazing and mine just so-so, but the way Eric looks at me makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman who ever lived.
My blood races as he unzips his slacks and they fall around his calves.
“Oh my God,” I blurt, staring at his girth and length, eyes frozen in awe.
There’s a laugh in his voice as he takes my hand and brings it to his cock, guiding me to wrap my fingers around the silky yet very hard surface. “Should I have warned you I’m not small?”
My eyes flick up to
