Page 22 of Squatch Out!

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

OLIVIA

O wen is waiting for us when we pull up to his house. Leaning his forearms on the banister of the porch, he slowly shakes his head when Sean climbs out of the truck.

“Thanks for finally bringing my truck back, asshole!” he calls out as Sean comes around to help me down from the passenger side.

“Uh, sorry about that.”

“No, you’re not. Did you even put gas in it like I asked?” When Sean hangs his head, Owen looks to the sky and mutters a string of curses. When he turns his attention to me, his severe expression melts into a tight smile. “It’s nice to see you again, Olivia.”

“Hi, Owen. Sorry for bothering you so early in the morning.”

He chuckles and elbow-checks his younger brother when he comes up the steps. “Like he cares what time it is. Come on then; I’ve got a pot of coffee brewing.”

Not only does he have coffee, but the man has a full breakfast spread waiting for us.

“I think maybe I’m with the wrong brother,” I say around an egg and bacon sandwich I made with a bagel.

Sean gives me a mock hurt look before waggling his eyebrows. “Trust me, he can’t give you what I can.”

“Stop! Right. There,” Owen growls, covering his ears. “I don’t want to hear another word about what you two are up to on your own time.”

My head tilts back with a cackle. I always wished my parents could have had another child, giving me a sibling to tease and fight with. Which means, I’m enjoying the banter between Owen and Sean a little more than I maybe should.

After we’ve eaten, with refills of coffee, Owen sits down across from us and folds his arms on top of the table. “Okay. So, tell me what happened at the lodge.”

I look over at Sean, but he nods for me to tell it. So, I take a deep breath and give him the play-by-play of my encounter with Darren and his attempted blackmail.

Owen is a quiet listener, only speaking up to ask for clarification while I tell my story. When I finish, he’s quiet for a bit longer while he mulls it all over.

Slowly, he turns his head to Sean. “The footage?”

“Genuine but easily dismissed. My squatch walks past a tree, and I come out the other side.”

“Except for the photo he showed me of your squatch carrying me,” I add. “That won’t be as easily dismissed.”

Sean shakes his head. “Most people can’t tell AI from the real thing anymore. There might be some speculation, but most will dismiss it pretty quickly.”

Owen’s shoulders relax a bit. “That’s good. Most people don’t believe even the most obvious images, anyway. Hell, people are still arguing over the footage those guys in California took of ol’ Wilmer.”

Sean sniggers, but I sit up straighter. “Wait. The famous footage of Bigfoot walking across the rocky river bed is real ?!”

“Yeah, it’s real,” Owen admits. “A lot of the so-called proof is real. It’s just that no one believes it, so it’s easy to explain away. Especially with all the AI garbage that’s out there now.”

So that’s why Sean flagged the footage.

“Researchers think that’s a female big—uh, sasquatch. But you said his name is Wilmer?”

“That’s right.” Sean takes a sip of his mug. “There are no female squatches.”

My head swings between the brothers as Owen nods his agreement. “But… how does that work?”

“Well, when a daddy squatch loves a mommy human very much…” Sean can’t even finish without dissolving into a fit of giggles.

I shove his shoulder. “Stop! I’m being serious.”

“That’s kind of how it works,” Owen says, grinning into his coffee mug. “Our default setting is human, which is why no one will ever find sasquatch bones. Even if we die as a squatch, we’ll automatically return to our human shape. The sasq’ets gene is only carried through the paternal line.”

“So, you can only have male children?” I ask.

Sean shakes his head. “No, of course not. But any female children won’t carry the gene, so they won’t shift or pass it to their offspring. Male children usually will though. But not always. It’s why we’re cautioned to choose our partners wisely.”

I’m quiet for a long time as I let this sink in. Particularly the part about choosing a partner. It would make sense to be careful of who you trust with such a wild secret.

Could I be that woman?

Do I want to be?

I watch Sean and Owen talk animatedly across from each other, and I realize I’m comfortable with him in a way I’ve never felt with anyone besides my parents.

It makes me think it could be easy to fall for him, but how would that work?

I live on the other side of the country, and I only have a couple more days before I have to return home.

I’ve heard so many disastrous stories of failed long-distance relationships. What if it doesn’t work between us? Is it worth it to even try?

Sean must feel my eyes on him. He suddenly turns to me and my heart leaps in my chest when his whole face brightens with his smile. Then he reaches for my hand and places a soft kiss to my knuckles, making me want to melt into a puddle.

Yeah, I think I’d be willing to give it a try—if he was willing.

“I’ll call Clive and tell him what’s going on.” Owen turns to me, “Clive is a Salish elder. His family has been keeping our secret since before there were records.” Then he turns back to Sean. “He’s going to want to meet her.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Sean replies.

Owen pushes himself back from the table. “You both look like you haven’t slept. I’ll let you know when he’s available to see us. In the meantime,” he looks pointedly at me, “I have a guest room you’re welcome to crash in.”

Before I have a chance to thank him, Sean is on his feet and pulling me up from my chair. “Actually, I think we’ll head back to my place to wait. I mean,” he gives me a sheepish look, “if that sounds alright with you.”

Warmth blooms low in my stomach with anticipation. My words are lost on a soft exhale as I nod.

Sean’s much larger hand engulfs mine and he pulls me through the house and out the door. We’re across the porch when I turn back to give Owen a wave. “Thank you for breakfast.”

I don’t have a chance to hear his reply before Sean scoops me up in his arms and runs for the truck. In the distance, I hear Owen shouting after him.

“Don’t you dare take my truck again—!” But Sean’s already closing me inside the cab and jumping into the driver seat.

It’s a short drive down the ridge to his place, but that doesn’t stop Sean from grabbing the inside of my thigh and pulling me so I’m sitting right next to him, so close that everything from our shoulders to knees are touching.

As the truck bumps along the dirt road, he slides his hand higher…

and higher… until his pinkie finger is teasing at the seam of my jeans and I’m squirming at his touch.

Which means it’s only fair when I reach over so I can cup his bulge, giving him a squeeze that makes him moan.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to drive us into a tree.”

I keep teasing him, until he moves his hand to cup my pussy and circles his thumb over my clit, making me moan.

The truck skids to a stop in front of Sean’s house. This is my first time seeing it in the daylight. It’s maybe half the size of Owen’s, but from the outside, it looks almost identical. Right down to the same brown color.

Before I’m able to really admire it, Sean drags me across the driver’s seat and sweeps me into his arms, then carries me up the steps. He pauses at the door, that is partly open and hanging askew on its hinges, before nudging it open with his foot.

The inside is exactly as I remember it, except for a pile of plastic store bags filled with clothes and a brand-new door resting across a sofa.

A narrow doorway across the room leads into the kitchen, but before I get more than a glance that way, Sean turns left and heads to the back of the house where his room is.

The moment we walk through the doorway, I’m hit with his familiar scent of moss, rain and clean forest air.

“Ignore the mess,” he growls as he lays me across his bed, where I sink into the soft memory foam mattress.

He pulls his t-shirt over his head, and everything else in the room vanishes. “What mess?”

My fingers itch to trace his wide shoulders and down his thick pecs. When his stomach flexes, revealing a ripple of abdominals, I press my thighs together. His fingers flick at the button on his jeans, and I whimper.

“Baby, this is gonna be over way too fast if you keep looking at me like that.”

I can’t help it though. Everything about him is ruggedly beautiful.

Pushing myself up, I spread my legs wide so he can step between them as I reach for him.

I slide my hands up his waist and then back down again.

His skin is soft and warm under my palms. Brushing his hands away from the front of his pants, I pull the zipper down.

Letting out a breathy sigh when I’m greeted with more of his golden skin and a dusting of dark hair. No underwear.

Shifting against the ache that’s pulsing between my legs, I pull the worn denim down until his cock bobs free. I wrap my fingers around his hot shaft and look up and meet eyes that are heavy lidded. His chest pumps with each breath while he watches me.

Without looking away, I open my mouth to guide him to my tongue, but he stops me just before I have a chance to taste. “Not this time,” he says gently as he peels my hand from his cock and kicks his jeans away so he can lean over me. “Lift your arms.”

I do as I’m told, and he pulls my shirt over my head. I can practically feel his dark eyes roam across my exposed skin. Then he reaches around me and flicks the clasp of my bra open with one-handed practiced ease.

Without being asked, I slide the plain white lace down my arms and toss it aside.

“Now, lie back, baby.”

I do.

He stands at the edge of his bed and watches me for a moment as he slowly strokes his hand up and down his straining cock. Biting my lip, I tuck one arm behind my head so I can watch him better.

Finally, he reaches for the front of my pants. “Lift your hips. That’s my good girl.” His rumbled praise sends a rush of heat straight between my legs.

In a single pull, he removes my pants and panties.

Then he lifts one of my feet and begins kneading his thumbs into the arch before working up to my toes.

When I moan, he smiles and brings my foot to his lips, where he kisses my toes, then the ticklish arch before moving up to my ankle.

He runs his hands up my calf, followed by more kisses.

He bends my knee and places a kiss there too, then gives me a devilish grin as he slides his hands higher.

Spreading my legs, he leaves kisses all the way up the inside of my thigh.

By the time he makes it to my pussy, I’m practically shaking with need.

To the point that when the first puff of his warm breath hits my center, I’m surprised I don’t come right then.

My body clenches tight as he softly strokes his knuckles over the top of my seam before dipping a thick finger inside of me.

“Mmm, so tight and wet for me,” he groans, then he bends down to circle his tongue around my aching clit. When he gently draws the tight nub between his lips and sucks, my back arches off the mattress.

He watches me raptly as I scream his name and beg for more as I come apart beneath him. When I come back to myself, he has one hand braced beside me while his cock pulses in his other hand, dripping hot drops of pre-cum onto my stomach.

Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I lift my head to kiss him, but instead his lips drop to my breasts, and he peppers light kisses across the soft swells.

My fingers sink into his hair when he draws an aching nipple into his warm mouth.

Then he moves to the other nipple, sucking and teasing as he slides his knee between my legs, opening me up for him.

“Sean,” I moan. “Please.” I’m ready for him again. Needing him to fill me up.

He lets go of my nipple and drags his lips up my chest, to my throat, and then my mouth, where he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Sliding his tongue deep inside to taste and stroke, until I’m overwhelmed with his smokey taste.

He’s still kissing me when he shifts himself between my thighs so he can notch his cock at my entrance.

“Yes, right there,” I breathe against his mouth. “Please, I need you so bad.”

He groans, and his hips press forward, sliding through my drenched folds. He rocks back and forth like this, teasing me until I’m mindless with need. Until finally, he presses his head against my tight entrance.

“Right there,” I moan as he pushes deep, stretching me with inch after delicious inch until we’re locked together and panting.

“Olivia,” my name is a harsh whisper against the side of my neck, “I’m so fucking close. I don’t know if I can?—”

“Sean. Please , shut up and fuck me.”

He lets out a dry chuckle. “As you wish.” He pulls back and then slams forward. A sob rips through my throat as he hits a bundle of nerves deep inside that has me seeing stars.

“More,” I beg.

He pulls back and then slams deep again. And again. And again .

My arms and legs are wrapped around him as I meet each thrust with my own. Breathing his name like a chant. Begging him for more, more, more . And then yes, harder! Telling him how good he feels. Please. Just like that. I’m going to come…

My vision swims just before my body explodes into a million bright embers.

Sean’s head falls back, and he shouts my name when he comes, filling me until I’m overflowing before he collapses on top of me. Our hearts are pounding to the same rhythm, and we're breathing each other's air as I wrap my arms around him.

He’s solid and heavy on top of me, and, at least in that moment, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so content. My eyes grow heavy, and I’m helpless as sleep drags us both into oblivion.