Page 26 of Squatch Out!

CHAPTER TWENTY

OLIVIA

S ean’s sitting with his back to the headboard, his eyes are dark with lust and locked with mine.

I have my arms draped over his shoulders, my fingers carding through his silky-soft hair, toying with the short strands at the base of his neck while I roll my hips up and down his cock while he grips my ass.

His fingertips dig into my soft flesh, as he sets the pace.

His eyes drop to my chest, where he watches my breasts bounce and sway. Suddenly, a thought comes to me. One that makes my cheeks heat. It’s such a naughty thought, and it has my hips rocking faster and harder the more I think of it.

“Hmm, what just happened, baby?” Sean’s lips quirk up, and his hands tighten on my hips as he urges me to rock up and down faster. “What are you thinking about that got you so hot all of a sudden?”

I don’t really want to tell him, but I can’t seem to keep anything from him either.

“I—I was thinking about you,” I admit. But that’s not exactly what was on my mind.

“Oh yeah? And what did I do that got you so worked up?”

I bite down on my lip. “I was remembering the first time I saw you. When you came crashing through the forest and threw me over your shoulder.”

Sean lifts one of his brows, curiously. “Uh-huh. And what else do you remember from that night?”

“I remember watching you stroke yourself.” My grip on the back of his neck tightens and I snap my hips up and down his thickness. “I was mesmerized at how big you are.”

Sean lets out a grunt and sits up, pressing our chests together as he grinds me down on his cock.

“And I started to wonder,” I moan—he’s hitting that bundle of nerves that’s so deep, the one that makes me forget my name. “Have you ever… fucked as… him ?”

The room spins, and suddenly I’m flat on my back with my knees almost pressed to my shoulders. Sean braces himself above me as he plunges in and out my tight pussy.

“Would you want that?” he growls down at me. “You want to be fucked by a monster? By my squatch?”

I nod, because— holy shit, yes. I want that! Then I cry out when my orgasm suddenly electrifies me.

“Do you want me to stretch your pussy with my giant squatch cock?” His voice is rough, and his words are so filthy.

“Yes! Yes, I want that,” I tell him, squeezing my eyes shut as my entire body lights up like the Fourth of July. Anyone in the hallway can probably hear my screams, and I don’t give a damn.

“Fuck, baby,” is all he says before he pounds in and out of me. He lets out a loud groan, filling me until he’s spent.

We don’t speak of it again. Not after we quickly shower and dress. Not as we straighten the room. It’s not until we’re walking down the hall that he leans against me and whispers into my ear, “I’ve never done that before, but I want that with you. If you really want that with me.”

The grin I wear the rest of the way to breakfast could light up the entire West Coast.

Tony and Brian are already waiting for us at a table. I wave as we make our way through the dining room. Brian’s face lights up with a grin, when he sees us. But Tony’s eyes narrow slightly when he looks down at our linked hands.

“Hey, guys,” I say as Sean pulls my chair out for me. “This is Sean.”

Tony’s expression remains narrowed while Brian reaches across the table to shake his hand. “Nice to finally meet the guy who’s snatched up our girl,” he jokes.

Sean gives his hand a strong shake and then holds his hand out for Tony. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”

Tony doesn’t move for a moment before he accepts his offered hand, squeezing Sean’s fingers hard enough that they blanch white when he lets go. If Sean is bothered by the show of force, he doesn’t let on.

“So you guys already know Sean’s a park ranger.” I’m sure my cheeks are bright red as I remember exactly how I ended up in that cave. “He, ah, he…”

“It was a bad joke to try and scare you guys,” Sean interrupts. Then he turns to me. “But I can’t say I’m sorry about the outcome.”

“A joke?” Tony sputters. “Kidnapping Olivia was a joke to you?”

I reach across the table and place my hand over his wrist. “It’s fine. He apologized, and I forgave him.”

“Well, what about me? Us!” He points beside him at Brian. “This whole week has been one thing after another. This was supposed to be hanging out, hiking and telling ghost stories around the fire, and instead you get carried off and Darren goes AWOL. No offense, Liv, but this camping trip sucks.”

My stomach twists, and I fall back into my seat. Fuck. When he puts it like that…

Tears suddenly burn the backs of my eyes. “You’re right. You are absolutely right to be pissed. Hell, I’d be pissed. I’m so sorry–”

Tony backpedals when he realizes he’s upset me. “Liv, you don’t need to be sorry. I’m not trying to heap this on you.” he lets out a harsh exhale, “That was unfair of me, because none of this is really your fault either. It’s just the way everything keeps happening…”

“Stop it, you two. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me,” Brian cuts in. “If I hadn't brought Darren, I don’t think any of this would have happened.”

“But you couldn’t have known…” My voice trails off when the waiter comes over to our table with a carafe of fresh coffee.

After our mugs are filled and our orders have been taken, Brian clears his throat and leans over his folded arms, looking me pointedly in the eye.

“I had no idea Darren was…” he lifts a hand and shakes his head, “ like this . But I still shouldn’t have invited him the way I did.

And I’m even more sorry about not calling him out on the way I caught him watching you. ”

A cold chill sneaks up my spine. “Wait. He was watching me ?”

Brian slowly nods. “I thought if I just kept an eye on him, that would be enough to keep you safe.”

Sean goes stiff beside me and I reach under the table, placing my hand on his thigh. Nothing I can do about what’s already happened. At least Brian’s telling me about it now.

“I wish you would have said something sooner.” My head swings back and forth between Brian and Tony. “Have either of you heard from him?”

Both men share a look and then shake their heads.

“He took off shortly after you did,” Tony says.

Sean speaks up, leveling them with a narrow look, “You should know that yesterday he came to the lodge looking for Olivia. And then he tried to blackmail her.”

“Blackmail?” Brian sits back in his chair. “About what?”

Well, I wasn’t planning on bringing that up. But since he did… “He thinks he has proof of Sean turning from a bigfoot into a man.”

Brian and Tony wear matching puzzled looks as they turn to stare at Sean—who is very much human.

“Wow,” Brian slowly shakes his head, “you think you know a guy, then find out that he might actually be crazy.”

Relief washes over me like ice water when they don’t question the possibility that sasquatch shifters might actually be real. Because why would they? The only reason I believe it is because I saw it with my own eyes. More than once.

A loud crash makes me jump, and every head in the restaurant snaps to where the French doors are flung wide open.

Standing in the opening, as if summoned, is Darren.

It’s late enough in the morning that there are only a few tables occupied, but Darren has made sure he has everyone’s attention as he scans the room.

When he finds us, his expression turns smug, and he strides toward us with a small entourage following behind him.

“What the hell?” Tony mutters under his breath as Darren marches straight to our table.

“Darren, my dude, what are you doing?” Brian jumps to his feet, trying to intercept him, but Darren's focus is on me as he dodges and then slips past him. His blue eyes are bright and manic, and his pupils are dilated so wide that I wonder if he might be on something.

Beside me, Sean’s chair scratches across the hardwood floor as he pushes himself to his feet.

Darren’s focus switches from me to Sean, and he points a shaking finger at him. “I know what you are!”

I can’t help but feel sorry for him. Even though he’s not wrong… behaving this way isn’t going to make anyone believe him.

“Darren—” Brian tries again to insert himself between us.

“Don’t!” Darren warns him. “I can prove it.”

He fumbles with his phone, and Brian gives me a sympathetic look as I shrug. If it’s the same footage he showed us, I’m not worried, but if he managed to get something else… My stomach tightens, and I glance nervously at Sean.

The room is deathly quiet as the morning diners watch us raptly. The three men who came in with Darren are standing like hired security, except for the one who has a handheld camera and is recording the entire interaction.

Shoving his cell phone at Brian, Darren can hardly hold still as the video plays, and I wonder how much Brian can actually see. Whatever it is, the look he gives Darren when it ends is sympathetic, and I release the breath I was holding.

“Look, man, let’s go somewhere else so we can talk about this, okay?” When Brian reaches out, Darren jumps back.

“What is there to talk about?” he asks loudly, stabbing his finger at his cell phone screen. “You saw it!”

Brian scrunches up his forehead. “I saw something ,” he admits, “but this isn’t the place to discuss it. We’re ruining these nice people’s meals.”

Looking around, I see no one truly seems bothered by our theatrics.

Darren stabs a hand into his blond hair, gripping the already wild strands. He shakes his head and mutters something that sounds like, “ I’ll make you see. ”

Without any warning, he lunges, grabbing me by the hair and jerking me out of my seat. My startled scream cuts through the quiet and I wrap shaking hands around his wrists as my feet scramble against the wood floor.

“Let me go!” All my attempts to pry his hand from my hair are futile. Darren has several inches and probably sixty pounds on me—add to that his enraged state, and he’s able to drag me away from the table with ease.

Sean jumps to his feet, sending his chair toppling over behind him. “Get your hands off her!”

The smell of sweat and greasy fast food wafting off of him makes my eyes water as he pins my back to his chest with one arm.

He lifts his other hand up, and my breath stills when I realize he’s holding a knife.

He presses the sharp steel against my jugular, and I squeeze my eyes shut with a whimper.

All around me, the room has erupted into chaos. Several diners have their cell phones out and the wait staff is watching us anxiously. The hostess has her phone to her ear and is talking quietly, hopefully calling the police.

“Darren, please,” my voice is barely a whisper.

“Shut up!” he hisses against the side of my face, making me flinch. “Do it! Show them!” he shouts. But he’s not talking to me, he’s talking to Sean. “Show them what you are, or I’ll slice her throat.”