“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Cash asks, pulling my hand up to his mouth to kiss my fingers.
“Nothing.” I smile, looking over at him.
“Are you sad that were leaving in a couple of days?”
“Yes and no.” I squeeze his hand. “I miss my parents, but I also miss home,” I tell him and see him smile.
“I miss home too, but I am gonna miss it here.” He puts my hand on his thigh with his on top of mine, his thumb running across the top. “This is someplace I could see myself living,” he says, and I laugh; he is only saying that because he has never gone through an Alaskan winter. “What’s so funny?”
“Honey, in the winter, there are times it snows so badly that you can’t even open the front door. A couple of years ago, the National Guard had to come in and dig people out because there were fifteen feet of snow in some areas.” I watch as his eyes almost bug out of his head. “So, now do you want to move here?” I ask him.
“I think we will just have to find time to visit in the summer.”
“I thought so.” I smile.
“What the hell is that?” Cash asks. My eyes go from him to the road, and I see a giant black blur in the middle of the road ahead of us.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, squinting my eyes. The closer we get, the clearer the object in the middle of the road becomes.
“Is it an elk?” Cash asks, and I shake my head no. I haven’t seen a wild moose up close for years, and this one is huge; the antlers alone look as big as the truck we’re traveling in.
“Slow down,” I say, trying to breathe.
‘What?” Cash asks, and I can see the moose take notice of us. I know we’re screwed unless we can get the truck turned around.#p#分页标题#e#
“Slow down!” I repeat, this time shouting the words. Cash slams the brakes, making the truck skid on the gravel road. The moose, who had been standing in the middle of the road, has now started running towards us. In Alaska, wild moose can be very aggressive, especially the males. “Turn the truck around!” I yell as I watch the moose running at us.
“Holy shit.”
“Turn the truck around now!” I scream, seeing the moose running at full speed. Cash looks at me, then slams the truck in reverse. The truck backs off the road, the tail end hanging off the road, down into the ditch. I look out the side window, seeing that the moose is still coming towards us. He is now a lot closer, his head down, and his large antlers swinging back and forth. “Go, go, go!” I cry, listening to the tires as they try to catch the road, but by the sound, I can tell that all they’re hitting is air.
“Baby, when I say, I need you to throw yourself back against the seat,” Cash says calmly.
“What?”
“Just do it…on three,” he says, his eyes on me. I nod, then he starts to count. The second he gets to three, I push myself backwards hard against the seat and feel the truck tip back. The tires hit the gravel, and the truck lunges forward. The only problem is now we’re heading right for the moose. “What the hell are you doing?” I scream, my hands going to my face to cover it.
“Shit!” Cash yells. I feel the car jerk to the right, making me slide across my seat, we jerk to the left. And I wait to feel the impact from the moose running into us, but nothing comes. “We’re good, babe,” Cash says, and I remove my hands from my face. “Are you okay?” Cash asks, and I nod as his hand goes to the back of my neck where his fingers move in slow circles. A few minutes later, he pulls the car over, unbuckles my seatbelt, and then pulls me over into his lap. “Are you okay?” His hands and eyes run over my body.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, burying my face in his neck.
“We’re not moving to Alaska.”
“Agreed,” I say, breathing him in.
“I thought I was afraid of seeing a bear; now I know I should have been afraid to see a damn moose.” He chuckles, and I feel the rumble against my cheek. I don’t know if it’s the near death experience or what, but I want…no, I need him. I feel my clit pulse and my mouth opens up on his neck. My tongue comes out, traveling up his neck to his ear, and I feel him grow hard under me. “Baby, what are you doing?” His voice is rough and goes right to my core, where I feel myself become wetter. His hand at my waist travels up my side so that his thumb is resting under my breast.
“Please, touch me.” I move my mouth to his, where I bite his bottom lip, giving it a hard tug. “Please, touch me,” I beg as I watch his eyes flash. Then his hand is in my hair at the back of my head.