Free Find Her, Keep Her by Z. L. Arkadie Page B

away.
    “Did you get it?” I ask him excitedly.  
    He holds the device in front of my face. In perfect zoom, clear and sharp, is the little red bird.
    “Do you know what kind it is?” I ask.
    He squints at the photo. “It looks like a Scarlet Tanager.”
    “Thank you,” I mutter, trying to control the urge to fall back into his hard chest and let him do with me what he wills.  
    “You’re welcome, but you’re driving me crazy.” He stands beside me and undresses me with his eyes.
    “You can send that to me at my first name and last name, one word, at hotmail.com. Oh, and my last name is—”
    “I know what your last name is,” he says as if telling him would offend him. “I also know your email address.”
    I flinch, taken aback. “How?”
    “Your online articles post your email address.”
    “Not my personal email address.”
    He lifts one eyebrow and smiles slightly. “You didn’t let me finish.” I’m enthralled by that sexy look on his face. “I wanted to read your article on the French Riviera, and I know the editor of Road W. ”
    “You know Hunter Klein?”
    He nods. “He’s a good friend.”
    “Wow. What a coincidence.”
    His smile grows broader. “I know lot of people, babe! Which makes me an asset for you .”
    I pat him on the chest. “Always the charmer.”  
    We gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment.  
    “Are you going to kiss me now?” he asks.
    I shake my head. “Not yet.”
    “All right then,” he acquiesces. Belmont takes my hand and leads me on.  
    This part is all uphill, and we’re back in the dense part of the woods. The weather is mild, but even though I’m panty-less and wearing a thin dress, I’m working up a sweat.  
    Belmont steps in front of me, leans over, and prompts me to hop onto his back. “Get on.”
    I hesitate, but he really doesn’t have to tell me twice. I climb on and wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his torso. He totes me as if I’m a sack of feathers, which is surprising. Belmont has muscles, but he’s still pretty lean.  
    “How much do you weigh?” he asks, testing my body mass by bouncing me.
    I giggle because it feels as though I’m riding one of those mechanical bucking horses that used to be in front of grocery stores years ago. “I don’t know.”  
    “You don’t know how much you weigh?” He asks incredulously.  
    I shrug against his back. He slides his hand down my thigh, massaging me. It felt so good. He really does have a sensual touch.
    “You’re about what, 5’8”?” he asks.
    “5’7” and three-quarters.”
    “And you weigh about”—he bounces me again—“one-thirty?”
    “I told you. I don’t know. I’ve been too busy to care.”
    “Well, I’m here to tell you that you have a sexy-ass body.”
    “I believe I heard you say that already.”  
    He laughs, and the next thing I know, he’s pulled me off of his back. I’m wrapped in his arms. We’re kissing so hard, and I somehow end up lying on the well-worn trail. We’re going at it as if we’re famished for each other. I’m whimpering and frustrated because I can’t get past his flesh to merge with his soul.
    Belmont fiddles with his pants with one hand and squeezes my breast with the other. I hear his zipper. He spreads my legs and stuffs his erection inside of me.  
    “Sorry,” he whispers before his tongue dives into my mouth. He’s thrusting me hard and fast and then nails me. “Damn…” He pushes deeper inside of me until his body quivers. He grunts in my ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait,” he says after he’s fully released himself.
    Then to my complete and utter embarrassment, two sets of legs walk past us. I let out a loud screech, grab his shirt, and bury my face against his chest. I hear giggling.  
    “Nice to see your ass, Jack,” a guy says.
    “It’s nice and tight,” a girl jokes.
    I peak up to see Belmont throw up the middle finger, and the strangers laugh as they continue onward.
    I cannot