Chapter 12 - No Turning Back [https://cdn.midjourney.com/fe058e57-e91e-4819-93eb-abe7d30e3c9c/0_0.png]
“I get the feeling that your Mom wasn’t exactly a member of the PTA.”
Lashing supplies to the back of the four-wheeler, Terry grudgingly gave her a nod and almost smiled. She liked it when he smiled, because it made him more handsome. The man had a strong broad face, a well-kept beard, and an expressive mouth. Every time she looked at him, her body gave a curious shiver. Something was up with her libido. It was like she was in overdrive. This town had set free her inner freak, and she couldn’t stop looking at his powerful forearms as he worked. It was not like she didn’t get some last night and here she was today, eyeballing the local veterinarian. Someone she had just met.
After Terry slung a leg over the seat and settled himself on the four-wheeler, he patted the space behind him. Once she sat down, she would be accepting the mad delusions of this town, and by her own choice, heading into the woods with a stranger to visit what might be a cult. No one knew where she was but Sandy, and what were the odds her stoner friend would remember the name of the lake if she went missing? Kennedy placed her hand on the phone in her pocket. Leaving a specific message would be wise, but last night, she’d had no signal on the mountain. Everyone had said he was a veterinarian. Wouldn’t he have to be at work this morning? “What about your appointments and your office?” Thumbs dancing, she sent a quick text to Sandy with what details she could and pressed send.
When she looked up from her phone, he carefully pronounced. “Vacation.” He leveled his gaze at her and pointed toward the cabin.
“You took time off to come hang out with your Mom in the woods?”
Adding a sigh, he nodded. There wasn’t much she could say to that. Her own adoptive mother was a bit of a challenge. Kennedy had lied to her mother and told her she was going to the beach, instead of admitting that she was going on a quest for her own history. As a small child, she’d quickly learned that her mother wasn’t very flexible and didn’t tolerate disagreement or change well. Her dad had been the fun parent, and his loss had made the whole family become bleak. Losing him had drained the color from their lives. If he was here, he’d tell her it was an adventure.
Resting a hand on the Vet’s broad shoulder, she settled onto the four-wheeler behind him. Her thighs cradled his warm hips. All of him radiated heat. When he started up the four-wheeler, its engine purred with a steady vibration that she felt through her seat. Oh hell. When she wrapped her arms around him, he was solid and muscular. Nice. The four-wheeler jumped forward with a start and she gripped him tightly, her chest pressing flat to his back.
The pancakes within her began to complain as the jerking motion and swaying trees affected her. Closing her eyes, because there was no horizon to focus on, she focused on the vibration. This was not the best adventure for a hungover morning. Pressing her face into Terry’s back, she tilted her hips until she felt the vibration more, using it as a pleasant distraction. She was exhausted and fell into and out of a half-sleep. In her dreams, she swam in a river and rolled in a field of high grass. The sky, a blue that could only be seen in dreams, danced with light. The wind became the divine whispering about the weather. Rain tomorrow. Terry held her wrists where her arms came around him, keeping her steady. That was nice.
Fading in and out of dreams helped her ignore the jerks and bumps as they made tracks through the woods. The trail smoothed out when they came to a narrow dirt road. As he revved the engine higher, picking up their speed, the machine practically purred between her thighs. She tightened her legs against his own. That was more than nice. If she shifted a little, she might be able to come.
Oh hell yeah. Pleasure tingled through her body, and she groaned into his back. When she rocked her hips into the seat, her calves stung, but it was worth it. Close, she dug her hands into his shirt and gripped the fabric hard as she came. She kept her face pressed into his back between his shoulder blades, breathing in the delicious male scent of him. Kennedy shuddered with pleasure.
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His hand settled on her knee. Where his fingertips rested, burned. She opened her eyes and looked at where his big hand touched her. The side of her khakis were red in a line that went up past her knee.
“Shit.” Kennedy looked at her other leg, and it was just as bad. Disoriented, she wasn’t sure how long they had been on the trail. “Doc.” She squeezed her arms around him and spoke louder so that he could hear her above the engine. “Terry, my legs.” He slowed. The Vet lifted his hand from her knee and they both saw the red on his palm. Terry nodded and wiped the blood onto his own jeans.
After he pulled them over into a clearing, he turned the engine off. She felt the cessation of motion as discomfort throughout her whole body, as if her bones couldn’t remember how to be still. The sun had moved high overhead in the robin’s egg sky. A shrill bird called a warning, sharp and bright. After the consistent noise of the engine, the quiet filled her ears and disoriented her.
Feeling stiff, she eased herself off of the seat, holding on to his broad shoulders for balance. He walked away from her, to go pee at the tree line, by a large oak. Using the four-wheeler as a shield, she unfastened her pants and eased them down. With careful fingers, she peeled the fabric from her skin where it stuck. “Shit.” It was worse and progressing. Now there was itching all around her knees. She tried to press the tiny gaps in her skin next to her kneecap together as she peed in an endless stream. “What the fuck?” She should have gone to a hospital.
Terry grumbled his concern as he approached her, and the shock of his appearance almost caused her to fall back into the wet grass. Awkwardly, she pulled up her underpants and stood, not yet ready to fight her bloody pants back into place. They slumped around her ankles. Crouching down, he carefully looked at what was happening.
She asked him, “Is this some kind of reaction to a plant? Some freak poison ivy? How far is it to the Healer?”
He looked at the sky. “Too far.”
“What the hell do you mean, too far? What am I supposed to do?” She reached down to try to work her pants up, but he stopped her with a touch of his callused fingers on her wrist.
He was at eye level with her panties. They were sticky and wet. When he looked up at her, he arched a brow. She felt heat rush into her face. “The vibration felt good.”
The Vet reached out, and with the back of his knuckles, he brushed against her panties. Her body responded, and she eased herself against his touch, unable to resist. A little cut by her knee widened. The gap stung. His shoulders sagged, and he briefly rested his palm on her thigh.
Kennedy stood there, pants around her ankles, as he stood up and moved away from her. He began to untie the camping equipment.
She hesitated, and then decided to ditch her pants, toeing off her worn tennis shoes. Pulling the fabric back up her legs would be too painful. “Aren’t we going?” The grass felt cool under her bare feet as she walked to where he worked at the back of the four-wheeler, untying ropes.
He shook his head no as he freed a hitch knot.
She gripped his solid arm. “You said we had to.”
A rolled blanket tucked under his arm, he reached out and cupped her face. When he leaned down, he pressed his forehead to hers, blue eyes sincere and filled with worry. She drew back. “The legs?”
He nodded. Terry swept her cheek with his thumb before he let her go. She followed him into the clearing, where he flipped the blanket out onto the soft grass and tender wildflowers. He knelt down on the old, worn blanket. The pattern was faded to shades of blue and gray. When he reached a hand out to her, she took it.
Maybe she was in heat, because in her right mind, she would be leaping on that four-wheeler and heading away like a cowgirl. Instead, she sat down carefully, trying not to abrade the scrapes along the sides of her legs. Kennedy eased onto her back and looked up at the brilliant blue sky. Her body was tired and aching. Terry lay down on his side next to her.
Face full of questions and asking, he rested his large hand on her thigh and she didn’t object when his fingertips brushed along the cotton of her panties, lightly tracing the shapes of her. His touch was like sparkles and she let her legs fall apart. The sun was warm, and the caresses helped her not focus on the sting along her legs. Touch was soothing. When he eased under her panties, his fingertips slid along her wet labia, just touching. She shifted herself closer to his side, feeling sheltered by the large shape of him, and reached down to bring his fingers up to her clit.
Hand relaxed, he let her show him what she liked. When he found her rhythm and eased her tender, needy flesh, she let her hand fall away from his. She felt tight in her skin, so tight. At least her legs were loosening and her hips. The pleasure made her feel better. Groaning, she lifted her hips for more. An orgasm hit her with bright orange pleasure. She was lifted into the sunlight. Pleasure cut through her like the taste of citrus. Her body strained in her skin; the strangest sensation.