Twin Moon - Chapter 234 - Things Never Change
Whiskey.
I hope I don’t regret this.
“You don’t have a bag, a tent, a sleeping bag, anything?” he asked looking over my body and again at the surrounding trees, I wonder what he keeps searching for. Then again, it’s cold and I'm not wearing my jacket. Maybe he isn’t as dumb as I thought.
“Actually, yes. I have a bag” I said and pointed to the shrubs where my things were hidden.
“But didn’t you come from that direction?” Gunner asked, pointing to the area of trees where I had hidden my clothes. His voice took on a cautious tone as he eyed me intently, waiting for my response.
“I did. I came across your tent on my way back from a hunt. Must have missed it the first time” I told him, the lie falling effortlessly from my mouth.
“Uh huh” he mumbled and looked back at his own tent. The two hens I left him were still sitting on the ground. Fuck. I'm caught.
“Well, I can come with you to grab your bag” Gunner said and started walking in the direction I pointed. He knows I'm lying, he must. No one is that dumb, even a damned werewolf. But why isn’t he calling me out on it.
“No, it’s okay, it's not that far away. I'll be right back” I said quickly, stopping him in his tracks. I smiled my best friendly smile and turned to run from the clearing. I ran further than I needed to. Way further. I listened carefully for footsteps, making sure he wasn’t following me. When I was sure that he didn’t, I circled back and grabbed my bag on the way into the clearing again. He couldn’t know that I was staying so close, that I'd been spying on him. It would ruin all my plans. Gunner sat at the open door of his tent, legs crossed and eyes watching me walk toward him.
“That’s all you have, where’s your tent and camping equipment?” he asked looking at the backpack draped over my shoulder.
“I don’t have any of that” I answered bluntly. He furrowed his brows and seemed to be thinking, as he once again looked around at the trees.
“It gets pretty cold here at night” he said and looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I didn’t know that” I lied. Of course I know it gets cold. I've been sleeping out in it every night. He doesn’t need to know how much I actually like the cold, how much I have in common with the cold dark night.
“Hmph” he grunted and ran his hand through his hair.
“Sleep in here” he grumbled lowly and shifted back into his tent until I couldn’t see him any longer. He can’t be serious. Offering to share a campground is different to sharing a tent. Does he have a death wish? He seemed to notice my hesitation and poked his head back out.
“You don’t need to worry about me, I told you I have someone waiting for me. I won't touch you, I swear it” he said with a nod. Funny he was more worried about reassuring me of my safety and less afraid for his own. Such a strange Were. I tossed my bag in through the door and slipped in after it. Gunner had laid out an extra blanket next to him and tossed another out over the span of the tent. He came prepared obviously. He patted the spot beside him and climbed under his own blanket. He rolled onto his side with his back to me. Another dangerous decision. I slowly moved to the area he had set up and sat down, tucking my bag into the far corner.
“Whiskey?” Gunner said without moving,
“Yes” I answered,
“Please don’t kill me” he said firmly. I looked at his back and watched his chest rise and fall with his breaths. I could smell his caution and his protectiveness. Though what was he protective over? Himself perhaps.
“Okay” I said softly and laid down on the makeshift bed beside him. I have no intention of sleeping. He doesn’t trust me, as he shouldn’t. But I don’t trust him either. There is no way I will let my guard down, regardless of what my stomach is telling me. I lay quietly, listening to the slow steady breaths of the recklessly brave Were next to me. Gunner is unlike anyone else I have come across, I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by him.
Unknowingly, the calming and steady breaths of Gunner slowly lulled me into a peaceful sleep. The same old dream floated through my unconsciousness. The other me was there, her mouth moving with no sound coming out. She wasn’t pregnant this time, but she was holding two little babies. She stepped toward me, and I stepped toward her. We did this until we were only inches apart. I looked down at the small little bundles in her arms, two fat little babies smiled back at me. The blue of their eyes was startling. I took some steps back and looked at the other me. Her mouth was still moving as she spoke, but I couldn’t hear her. As I looked around at the tall trees and green shrubbery, I felt two strong arms curl around my waist. I looked back at the other me and Gunner was now standing behind her, his arms around her waist and his face in the crook of her neck. I felt hot breath tickle at the top of my shoulder and then soft warm lips skim up along my neck. I tilted my head to the side and moaned into the soft sparks that trailed behind the lips. I looked up and Gunner’s face was in the crook of my neck. I looked back at the other me and it was like I was looking in a mirror. I held the two babies in my arms, like her. Gunner’s hands were around my waist, his mouth devouring my neck, like her. I was her and she was me. She looked happy and was smiling blissfully as Gunner’s mouth ran over the soft skin of her neck. Gunner’s face looked up from her neck and his eyes flashed silver as he stared directly at me. She too looked up and stared right at me. And for the first time ever, I heard her speak.
“Come back to me” she sang in a soft and echoed voice. The gentleness wrapped around me like a warm blanket. It made me feel safe, wanted, and loved. It made me feel everything that I had been missing my whole life.
I didn’t fly up in a panic like I usually do after that dream. Instead, I woke gently from my sleep, my mind filled with calm and peace. I have struggled all my life with not knowing what the other me was saying. The unknown has plagued my dreams for as long as I could remember. And now I could hear it. It was like a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders. But why now? And what was Gunner doing in this dream. That was strange. I stretch my legs out and realised my movements were restricted. Something hard was pressing against my back and a heavy weight was on my shoulders. My eyes flew open, and it all came rushing back in. Where I was, who I was with, what I was meant to be doing. I stared at the wall of the tent in front of me. Before I moved any more, alerting him that I was awake, I tried to understand what was holding me down.
Steady and low breaths were what first caught my attention, followed by a gentle snore. Next was the warm breath on the back of my neck. I lowered my eyes and saw a large arm hanging over my shoulder, his hand wrapped around my wrist. Then a leg, thrown lazily over my waist. Gunner had moved himself in behind me, right behind me. It was his firm chest that my back was pressed against, his limbs that were pinning me down. But he was snoring, he’s still asleep. Is he holding me down on purpose, so that I can’t run away, or attack without waking him. That would be smart. Though a strange way of doing it. Tying me up would have been just as effective.
Gunner stirred behind me, shifting himself forward and squeezing his arms around me tighter. I tried to pull myself free, but he only gripped me harder. His body warmth was like a furnace, his skin burning against mine like a gentle flame. As he shifted himself closer, the hardened length between his legs pressed into my backside.
“Zee, five more minutes” he mumbled sleepily and buried his face into my hair. He is getting way too familiar, and why does he keep calling me Zee. I growled a warning, letting the sound rumble loudly through the tent. Gunner’s arms and legs disappeared from around me and his body flew back away from me and across the tent. I took the opportunity and rolled away from him. I spun around to face him, crouched and ready with my claws extended. His face had paled, and his eyes were wide. He looked back at me with a half-awake and remorseful expression.
“I am so sorry, I forgot myself for a moment there” he grumbled and ran his hand over his face. He rubbed his eyes hard and combed his fingers through his hair. When he looked back up at me, he seemed annoyed at my prepared stance.
“I’ve already told you that I'm not going to hurt you” he groaned and laid back down on his back. Still, I didn’t move. I know what men are like, I know what male Weres are like too. Horny lust-filled beasts, insatiable and forceful.
“Tell that to the weapon you’ve got concealed in your pants” I snorted. Gunner looked down at himself and burst out with a thunderous laugh. He grabbed the corner of the blanket and placed it strategically over his lap.
“I guess things never change” he laughed at his own little inside joke.
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