Free Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On by Giselle Renarde

the fence and side-stepping his way down loose dirt. “It’s
just my ankle,” she said. “I’ll walk it off. I’m fine.” 
    Fortunately, falling flat on her butt
stopped her from plummeting into the river, but even at a standstill, her ankle
hurt like hell. “What a stupid thing to do,” Eric went on. Savannah didn’t
mind—in fact, she would have been offended if his concern wasn’t so obvious.
His hand trembled as he reached for her cheek.
    “It’s okay,” she assured him, kissing
the palm that had so recently been nestled against her clit. Her arm was now
covered in dirt. She tried to be subtle about it as she wiped his
mud-splattered cum off against her jeans. “Just help me up and I’ll be fine,”
she said, offering a fake smile. “Don’t worry.”
    He seemed to believe her about as much
as she believed herself. Digging his feet into the dirt, he grabbed her by the
naked underarms and heaved her up. The minute she put pressure on her left
foot, an electric shock shot up her leg. She shrieked again and tumbled down,
very nearly dragging Eric with her. But no. He had her and he held her tight. 
    “See?” he said. “You’re not fine. You
can’t even stand up.”
    “It’s okay,” she repeated. How could
she possibly convince him he didn’t have to worry? “Let’s just get back up to
the walkway.”
    He looked down at her, then up toward
the railing, and then back down at her. “Do you have a cell phone? We’re going
to have to put you in an ambulance.”
    Panic erupted in her chest. As if she
wasn’t embarrassed enough already! How humiliating would it be to spend her
night with Eric in the emergency room? “No,” she said in the flat sort of tone
no man could argue with. “I told you I’m fine. All we have to do is get back up
that hill.”
    He took a deep breath and then asked
again, “Do you have a phone with you?”
    She didn’t want to lie to him, so she
didn’t answer the question. “Please,” she begged. “Don’t make a big deal out of
this. Just…please, let’s go home.”
    For a moment, Eric stood very still
beside her. When that moment had passed, he descended to his hands and knees in
the dirt. “Let’s try this: can you climb on to my back?”
    “Yeah,” Savannah said before thinking
it through. She’d have to throw her left leg over his backside, and she wasn’t
sure she had that much control over its functions at the moment. So, instead,
she propped herself up on her right hand and her right knee before grabbing his
far shoulder with her left hand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she slid
her front against his back until she was so close she could nearly taste him.
“Okay,” she said. “I’m on board.”
    Reaching into the dirt, Eric propelled
them both forward. It was slow-going, but he managed to crawl up the incline
with Savannah clinging to his back. “Hardly heroic,” he laughed, gripping the
very sapling that had betrayed Savannah earlier.
    “Sure it is.” Savannah felt guilty
that she’d roped him into saving her and also managed to make him feel like he
wasn’t doing a good job of it. “You found a way to get me out of this mess when
nothing else would work. Of course that’s heroic.”
    Tugging on the sapling, Eric propelled
them further up the hill. “Crawling on my hands and knees like a dog hardly
qualifies as heroic.”
    “I don’t know.” Savannah chuckled
despite the pain. “Some of my best memories involve being on my hands and knees
like a dog.” 
    He didn’t seem to hear her as he
reached out for the wrought iron fence. They were nearly at the top! Savannah
breathed a sigh of relief into Eric’s ear as he went on, “Heroic is throwing
the girl over your shoulder and carrying her from a burning building.”
    “Well, how about you carry me over
your shoulder on the way home?” she teased. The pain in her ankle decreased
every time she laughed, and the idea of Eric carrying her down the street
certainly had that