The Lost Wolf

CHAPTER NINE.

    I woke up from a deep sleep, completely relaxed. More relaxed than I had been in weeks. I was hot, hotter than I should be and I realized a strong arm was draped across my stomach, holding me against a rock hard chest. I coaxed the arm off of me and sat up in the bed, looking around. 

     The room was big and very similar to the cabin/hospital I was at last week. It was very cozy with an empty fireplace on the opposite wall as the bed. A TV placed above it on the mantle. To my left was a dresser and a small closet and to my right a rocking chair beside the window with a blanket draped over the top of it. It was so cozy I could imagine myself in that chair, in the winter, reading a book while big snow flakes fell on the ground outside. 

     I looked down at Carter, sleeping soundly beside me, his messy black hair sticking up all over the place and boring how peaceful he looked. I reached down and strummed my fingertips across his jaw with the lightest touch. Down his neck, across his bare chest. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. A lazy, sexy, smile. He laid there for a minute watching me, watch him as I stroked his chest with my fingertips.

     When I finally broke my trance and withdrew my hand from his body he sat up. The blanket fell from his body and I noticed how nicely sculpted he was. Why hadn’t I noticed before? Too Distracted by those eyes and that big- I didn’t let myself finish that thought. No teenager I knew was as fit as this. I was starting to believe that he really wasn’t human. He stood up and put a t-shirt on and held out his hand. 

     “Come, let’s get you some breakfast and then there’s something I want to show you, unless you need to go home?” The mere thought of going home made bile ride in my throat. It made all of the anger and the questions come back. I didn’t know Carter or what he was but one thing was for sure, I was not ready to go home.

     “No. I don’t need to go home,” I took his warm hand that completely engulfed mine and let him lead me to the kitchen.

     The kitchen was just as cozy as the rest of the house and followed the cabin theme, even though the appliances were modern, the walls were wooden logs and light flooded through the windows. At the stove was a plump, older lady. Her gray hair pinned to the top of her head in a nicely done bun. She turned around as we walked in, setting two plates filled with pancakes, eggs and bacon on the table.

     “Good morning,” she said in a sing song voice, slightly bowed her head at Carter, “you’re just in time! Here sit, sit!” She pulled out a chair and then turned her attention to me and embraced me in a hug. “You must be the one! I’m so excited to meet you and-“ she suddenly stopped and turned to face Carter. Staring at him intently and he was staring back at her. She nodded once, twice. This is so strange. It was as if they were communicating but wordlessly. Without saying anything else she gave me a small smile and left the house. 

     “That was Anne,” he explained, “she is my… nanny? I guess. She has worked for my family for decades.” His nanny? What is she going to think of us? I dropped my head. Suddenly not hungry anymore. Worried that I was going to be depicted as a harlot. What else would they think? I woke up in his BED! What is Tyler going to think? As if he could read my thoughts, Carter walked up to me and placed his hand on my back. It was so strange, the simple touch calmed my body and I was no longer worried. Maybe this is one of his weird, alien powers.

     I sat down at the table and began to eat. Not realizing just how hungry I was until I scraped the last of the eggs from the bottom of the sticky plate. I looked up and Carter was staring at me, smiling as I licked the last of the syrup from my lips. His eyes swirling black. I imagined what it would be like to have him lick off for me. What his tongue would taste like, his soft lips on my body. I imagined pouring the syrup between my breasts and then on the gentle swells of them, making my n*****s pucker as he licked all of the sticky sugar off. Snap out of it. I shook my head and took my plate to the sink. Turning the water on, I rinsed off all the syrup from the plate and bent over to put it in the dishwasher. 

     When I rose up I was aware of him incredibly close to me. His chest pressed against my back as he reached around me to rinse off his own plate. I took notice of the way his biceps flexed with the movement of his hands. My breath quickened, here in his arms. He leaned his head on my shoulder and could feel his hot breath on my neck, it sent shivers down my spine and into my toes. After an antagonizingly long 15 seconds he placed his plate in the dishwasher beside mine and closed it then walked to to door. Instantly I missed the warmth of his body close to mine.

     Enough! Tyler! I took a couple of deep breaths, steadying myself against the sink and turned around to face him.

     “Are you ready?” He asked nervously. 

    Born ready.” I smiled and took his outstretched hand and laced my fingers in his as he led me to his car.