I can’t think. Hell, I can’t even catch my breath. My body’s coiled so tight. I’m on the verge of combustion. “Oh… I… think… you’ve… got it just right.”
And just like that, my body is left feverish with want and a need so strong that I’m ready to scream for him to take me now, but it’s also left cold with the disappearance of his body heat. “Good, then my work here is done.” His arrogant smirk and his arms crossed over his chest makes me want to slap him for starting something he has no intentions of finishing.
My eyes roll back in my head as I quietly mumble, “Tease.”
“No, Babe. Not a tease. I’m just prepping you, so when the time comes, you won’t be able to contain yourself.” He lifts my hands and pulls me off the bed into his arms.
As I wrap my arms around his neck, I whisper against his lips, “Promises. Promises.”
“I’ll show you promises.” Wes kisses me back and slaps my ass playfully.
A giggle escapes me when I ask, “Is that all you have? You know for a man your size; I would have thought you’d have more oomph behind that slap.”
“You want more oomph?” As he draws his arm back, I drop mine from around his neck and make a break for it. I swing the door open, and as quietly as possible, I race down the stairs, through the living room and kitchen, and out the door onto the back porch. Wes is hot on my heels when I look back over my shoulder at him. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” he says from behind me.
I stop dead in my tracks, spin on my heel, and face him. “I don’t want to hide. Maybe for once, I wanna be caught. Have you ever thought of that?”
He comes to a stop in front of me and grabs my hands. With a slight tug, he leads me to his truck with the four-wheeler already loaded in the bed. “I’m glad, because I want to be the one who catches you,” he says as he gives me chaste kiss before helping me into the truck.
The truck comes to a stop in front of a tree line that leads into the woods where the trails are. A shit ton of people, who I assume are friends of Wes and Brantley, are jumping out of their trucks and Jeeps. Some unload four-wheelers while others offload their dirt bikes. “You ready?” Wes pulls my attention back to him as he, looks over at me, and turns off the truck.
“Heck, yeah!” I shout through a smile and leap out of the truck. I jog around to the back and clutch the handle to the tailgate. With little force, I lift up and pull the heavy metal door down. I’m itching to get back on the ATV and to wrap my arms around Wes again. Even though I know I can do it anytime, it will be nice to feel like we don’t have to hide our affections from other people. I climb into the bed of the truck and start handing Wes the ramps to set up against the tailgate so we can unload the four-wheeler.
As we set up the ramp, he tosses me the key and says, “Go ahead and back it out.”
Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I climb onto the four-wheeler and start it up. I look behind me and slowly start to inch it backwards. Wes waves his hand back as he offers his encouragement. “You got it. Give it a little more gas. Great. Just like that. Now, ease it back a little further.”
When the wheels make contact with the soft mud below, I throw it in drive and gun it. Mud sprays everywhere. I look back over my shoulder to see what everyone is laughing about, and I see Wes wipe mud away from his eyes. Mud covers him from head to toe, and I can’t help but laugh. “Something funny?” He wears a mischievous smile, and that’s when I know I’m done for. He has a plan to get me back, and I only wish I knew what it was so I could be prepared. .
I nod while I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing harder. With a shake of his head, mud flies from his hair like a dog who’s just played in a rain puddle. Biting my lip becomes futile because I can no longer contain the boisterous laugh that bursts through me. I’m doubled over the handle bars with my head resting on my arm as tears roll down my face, when without warning, I’m lifted in the air and tossed over someone’s shoulder. My laughter only increases when I see it is Wes carrying me. I try to look and see where we’re going, but it’s useless. “Put me down,” I plead through my laughter.
“Nope.”
“Come on. I’m sorry. It’s not funny.” I squirm to get out of his hold.
“See, Babe, we no longer match. So, I’m gonna have to fix that.” He laughs and slaps my ass with more oomph than he did earlier.
“Ow… What do you mean—” My question’s cut short when my body is swallowed by a pool of water.