Shifter's Baby(212)

“Okay.” Her mom said quietly.

Turning her back, Callie rolled her eyes. Dealing with her mom sometimes was like dealing with a teenager. Ever since she’d found out about the rocky marriage, Callie had felt more like a therapist than a daughter and it was wearing thin. She was far too young to serve as her mother’s sounding board, in fact, she didn’t think she’d ever quite be prepared to fulfil the role.

When she got back to the bike, Callie jumped on the warm leather seat behind Wyatt and hugged him tightly. The warmth of his body provided more comfort than she could imagine. “For the love of God, go.” She said as her mom appeared back on the doorstep.

“Go, where?” He asked quietly walking the bike backwards.

Callie raised a hand to wave at her mom, who was once again staring at the two of them as if they were about to pull off a robbery. “I don’t even care. Just take me somewhere away from here.”





Chapter 3


The backroads were becoming a little unfamiliar. Callie looked over Wyatt’s shoulder at the trees whizzing past. She’d never been out this far from home before, but the unfamiliar territory was quite welcoming. The tall trees offered shelter from the scorching August sun and the lesser traveled roads were much smoother than they were closer to home. It was refreshing to be somewhere new, somewhere without anyone depending on her, somewhere where she could just be with Wyatt.

Wyatt seemed to know where he was going. He anticipated each curve in the road and when he leaned, she leaned with him. Callie was becoming an expert passenger. She liked to think that their sex life had something to do with it. Throughout their many summertime encounters, she had learned to read Wyatt’s body. She could anticipate every thrust, every moan, and most importantly, she always knew when he was going to cum before even he did. It was much the same when she rode as a passenger on his bike, she just had to read his body.

After thirty minutes of riding the smooth asphalt roads, Callie’s thighs were beginning to feel numb and she was thankful when Wyatt slowed to a stop. Pulling off the main road, he drove slowly down a dirt path leading in to the woods. Callie hated when he took the bike off the asphalt, the unsteadiness made her nervous. Ever since the first time he did it and she had punched him in the arm for it, he had started slowing to a crawl whenever a road even thought of having texture. A few minutes in to the dirt road, they came out at a small parking lot that had just one other bike in it. He chose a spot right under the shade of a large fir tree and parked. The other bike in the lot looked familiar to Callie, she could swear she’d seen it before. Working at the biker bar she saw so many bikes though, that she dismissed her familiarity.

Callie pulled off her helmet and shook out her long blonde hair before scooping it back in to a ponytail with the tie around her wrist. It was far too hot to leave her hair down. “Where is this place?” She asked looking around at the hundreds of tall trees above them.

Wyatt pulled his helmet off. “What?”

Callie laughed. “I said, where is this place? What is it?”

“This…” Wyatt gestured around them grandly, “Is my getaway spot.”

Callie looked around them at the wooded area. “Is there more to it?” She asked. “I mean, it’s beautiful and all, but…”

“Oh yeah, come on, I’ll show you.” Wyatt waited for Callie to slip off the bike and then got off it himself. The both secured their helmets to the saddle and Wyatt crammed his keys in to his pocket. Callie grabbed her backpack. “This way.” Wyatt said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards an indistinguishable part of the woods.

Callie had no idea where they were headed or, why, but it was better than being at home listening to her mother complain about her stepfather. Besides, Wyatt had never failed her. Although on the same note, he had never taken her anywhere quite so remote before either.

“We’re almost there…” Wyatt paused and Callie almost walked straight in to the back of him. “Do you hear it?” He asked, cocking his head.

Callie stopped and listened. Through the trees she could hear falling water. “What is it?” She asked curiously.

“Come on, you’ll see!” He tugged her hand excitedly as he walked faster towards the source of the sound. Then, through a small gap in the trees, Callie caught sight of a waterfall. Tall slick faced rocks ran up on either side of it and the rushing water tumbled gracefully down to the bottom. At the bottom of the fall was a deep blue lake, not too large, but about the diameter of a large city fountain. Around the perimeter of the water were more of the slick faced rocks. It looked like something out of a travel brochure.