Chapter 1: Sparks in the Wild
The forest was a cathedral of whispering pines, the air thick with the scent of earth and adventure. Janie, a fiery brunette with a sharp tongue and a body that could stop traffic, adjusted her hiking boots, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at Joe. He was rugged, all broad shoulders and stubbled jaw, wrestling with the tent poles like they’d personally insulted him.
‘If you keep manhandling that tent like it’s your ex, we’re gonna sleep under the stars, cowboy,’ Janie quipped, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. She leaned against a tree, her tank top clinging to her curves, a bead of sweat tracing a tantalizing path down her neck.
Joe smirked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. ‘Maybe I like it rough, Janie. Ever think of that? Besides, I’m just warming up for later.’ His dark eyes locked on hers, a challenge sparking between them like the crackle of a campfire.
She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. ‘Oh, honey, you couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions. But I’ll give you points for confidence.’ Janie sauntered over, her hips swaying with purpose, and bent down to ‘help’ with the tent—making sure he got a prime view of her toned ass in those tight shorts.
‘Keep teasing, woman, and I’ll show you just how much I can handle,’ Joe growled, his voice low and dangerous, the tension between them thickening like the humid forest air.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of molten gold, they finally got the tent up—along with something else. Sitting by the fire, sharing a flask of whiskey, Janie’s gaze turned curious, her fingers brushing against her chest absentmindedly. ‘You ever wonder if we’re... different, Joe? Like, more than just horny idiots in the woods?’
He raised an eyebrow, taking a swig. ‘Different how? Like, I’m secretly a werewolf different? ‘Cause I could get behind that.’
She rolled her eyes but leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. ‘No, dumbass. I mean... watch this.’ With a wicked grin, she focused, and before Joe’s stunned eyes, her breasts seemed to swell, straining against her top, full and inviting. ‘Holy shit,’ he breathed, his jaw dropping. ‘How the hell—?’
‘Don’t know, don’t care,’ she purred, her voice a seductive challenge. ‘But I’m betting you’ve got a trick up your sleeve too. Or... somewhere else.’ Her eyes flicked downward, daring him.
Joe’s grin was pure sin as he leaned back, concentrating. ‘Alright, darlin’, feast your eyes.’ A moment later, he shifted, and Janie’s gaze widened at the unmistakable bulge in his jeans, the head of his cock clearly growing, pressing hard against the fabric. ‘Guess we’re both freaks of nature,’ he said, voice husky with want.
‘Freaks who are about to fuck like animals,’ Janie shot back, her tone all fire and need. She crawled over to him, the firelight dancing on her skin, her now-larger breasts nearly spilling out as she straddled his lap. Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, hands roaming with desperate urgency. She ground against him, feeling how impossibly hard he was, her pussy already wet with anticipation, dripping with desire.
‘Goddamn, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me,’ Joe panted, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer.
‘Then die happy,’ she retorted, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tugged at his shirt, ready to unleash the wildfire between them.
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