She could imagine Trevor on top. He seemed like the more dominate of the two. Closing her eyes, she brought up the picture of the two of them locked together, moving in tandem.
Her pussy throbbed, and she reached down to rub her clit through her pants. Needing more, she quickly took off her bottoms and panties and spread her legs wide.
If she had taken them up on their offer, how would they have made love to her? She could almost feel their hands on her as she began to play with herself. Her fingers sliding through her wet folds as she thought about Trevor or Mac’s fingers replacing hers.
Annabelle pushed her fingers inside, trying to relieve the pressure her fantasies had caused. Moving them in and out, she felt her body tighten and strained to find that sweet release.
But when her body spasmed and she came, it was empty and unfulfilling. Groaning, she pulled the covers over her head. It was going to be a long weekend.
* * * *
Annabelle stared at the clock on the bedside table. Three hours, and she hadn’t been able to sleep. She was certain that the men had returned and were just down the hall. They probably slept naked. Oh! Why had she thought that? She was just torturing herself.
Rubbing her fists over her eyes, she knew she wasn’t going to get any sleep being this close to them. She rose, pulled her pants back on, and grabbed the cotton robe she’d packed.
She moved through the dark house as quietly as she could. She didn’t turn on any lights, afraid to wake anyone up, and made her way to the kitchen where the light was still on.
The moon was bright even without being full that it seemed to call to her, and she stepped out onto the back porch. She hadn’t gotten to see the creek up close.
The cool night air sent a shiver down her spine but at the same time was refreshing. Her bare feet sunk into the thick grass as she made her way to where she’d seen the men disappear to earlier.
She kept walking until her foot hit something. She stopped and looked down in shock when she realised she had almost stumbled on a pair of men’s jeans.
Well, she’d had her chance and turned it down. Depressed at the thought, she headed to the water. The rocks where sharp, so she only took a few steps before taking off her robe and laying it down so she could sit on it. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them as she relaxed.
Looking out into the calm, water, she wondered what it would be like to grow up in a place like this.
Other than the guard, she hadn’t seen anyone else. What would it be like to have this kind of privacy? To not hear every fight your neighbours had? She had never thought of living outside of the city she’d grown up in.
Maybe she should think about it now. No matter how she had wanted this trip not to change things, it had. She couldn’t continue to work for Mac and Trevor. She’d get through the weekend, then on Monday would give her two week’s notice. She was highly qualified and had good references but that didn’t mean another job would be easy to find.
Resting her chin on her knee, she sighed. Hearing a noise to her left, she lifted her head and looked over and saw the two biggest dogs she’d ever seen in her life. No, not dogs. They looked more like wolves.
But there couldn’t be wolves out here.
Annabelle stayed completely still as the wolf-looking dogs approached slowly. They were huge, and she had a pretty good idea that if they attacked her no one would hear her screams.
She licked her dry lips and held up a hand. “Nice dogs. Good dogs,” she murmured.
The bigger black one growled at her. Annabelle pulled her hand back but the smaller grey dog snapped at the other one. Annabelle watched as the one that had growled shook his entire body then, with one last look at her, ran off.
She was only a little relieved because the other remained and was looking at her.
“Stay,” she told it, hoping her voice didn’t reveal her fear. She’d heard one time that dogs could sense when you were afraid of them.
The dog sat, and Annabelle let out the breath she had been holding. She shifted to move, but the animal growled.
That wasn’t good.
Annabelle sat still as it lay on his belly, still looking at her, its head cocked to one side. She almost laughed. It looked like he was trying to figure her out.
When he started to crawl forward, she panicked. “No. Stay,” she demanded.
He licked his lips and stood on all fours once again. Then the air started to shimmer around him.
Annabelle watched, as the dog seemed to change in front of her. She blinked several times as the animal’s body twisted and started to take the features of a man.
She scrambled back and off her robe as the thing rolled on the ground. Then, when she was about to make a run for the house, she saw Mac the six-foot-two man standing where the dog had been.