Read Online To Say I Love You by Anna Martin - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Anna Martin
Ads: Link
accent gets a little broader.”
I punched him on the arm for that.
“Hey! It’s adorable. I love it. I feel like I’m being seduced by an old Southern gentleman.”
“Watch it on the ‘old.’”
“I’m older than you.”
“And you’d do well to remember it. I can really turn on the Southern charm if you like, though,” I said. “But it’s all very chaste. Ice cream parlors, holding hands, me making sure you’re taken back to your parents before curfew….”
He snorted with laughter. “I like ice cream. But I don’t think we’re really at that sort of place in our relationship.”
“Nah. Me either.”
I parked at the edge of the woods. It was mostly used by dog-walkers and kids. There was a playground a little farther back, if you knew where to look. Will rolled his eyes and gave me an exasperated look.
“You dragged me all the way out here for this?”
I reached over him into the glove compartment, pulled out a bottle of lube, and raised my eyebrow.
“You’re dirty,” he said. “I like it.”
I laughed, pocketed the bottle, and slid out of the car to lock it securely before we left.
It was a nice walk. I’d taken Baby through here a few times when Will was working away. There was a main path that had been cleared for people wanting to walk along the route; it looped round and led back to the parking lot. Not everyone stuck to the route, though. Still, it was pretty difficult to get lost. If you walked long enough in any direction, you’d hit either a path or the highway.
“How do you know this area, then?” Will asked, linking his fingers with mine as we walked along.
“From when we were kids. We used to come out here tracking—making maps and building forts and stuff like that.”
“I wasn’t really an outdoorsy sort of kid.”
I grinned at him. “Yeah, I got that much. Me and the other kids in the neighborhood used to build rope swings too, attempted a few tree houses, but those never stayed up very long. It was all about trying to lure the girls out here, but they always used to complain about all the bugs.” I never thought of myself as a country boy, and my childhood had been far from idyllic. We’d had to deal with being poor most of my early life. My dad had had a good job but worked long hours, and my mama had come from the sort of background that expected her to be a homemaker, not a breadwinner.
“Is this why I’m wearing good sneakers?” Will grouched as I led him up one of the lesser-known paths. I hadn’t followed it in years, but it was still there, and the memories were quick to come back.
“It’s not even that muddy,” I said. “You can survive a bit of dirt, I’m sure.”
“What if there are other people about?”
I stopped and looked at him. “When has that ever stopped you before? Come on, Will. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
I kept walking a few steps in front of him so he could follow where I was putting my feet and ignored his mumblings about how adventurous in the bedroom and in the boardroom was different from fucking in the woods.
My plan was to stay as far away from any clearings or paths as possible, which minimized the chance of anyone coming across us, although there were definitely still people around, so we couldn’t scream the place down. That did mean veering even farther off the paths, though.
When I finally stopped, it was at the crest of a hill, affording us a little bit more protection, if we wanted it. I turned to him, my man, just a bit sweaty and delicious, and he gave me a look that made me want to sink to my knees.
Because it was him, I did.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh?”
“I like the way you look from this angle,” I said. “Sir.”
“So you drag me all the way out here so I can take care of you? Is that it? So much for that old-fashioned idea that the Master is in charge of his submissive….”
“It’s not that,” I said, frustrated, then remembered my place and took a deep breath
I punched him on the arm for that.
“Hey! It’s adorable. I love it. I feel like I’m being seduced by an old Southern gentleman.”
“Watch it on the ‘old.’”
“I’m older than you.”
“And you’d do well to remember it. I can really turn on the Southern charm if you like, though,” I said. “But it’s all very chaste. Ice cream parlors, holding hands, me making sure you’re taken back to your parents before curfew….”
He snorted with laughter. “I like ice cream. But I don’t think we’re really at that sort of place in our relationship.”
“Nah. Me either.”
I parked at the edge of the woods. It was mostly used by dog-walkers and kids. There was a playground a little farther back, if you knew where to look. Will rolled his eyes and gave me an exasperated look.
“You dragged me all the way out here for this?”
I reached over him into the glove compartment, pulled out a bottle of lube, and raised my eyebrow.
“You’re dirty,” he said. “I like it.”
I laughed, pocketed the bottle, and slid out of the car to lock it securely before we left.
It was a nice walk. I’d taken Baby through here a few times when Will was working away. There was a main path that had been cleared for people wanting to walk along the route; it looped round and led back to the parking lot. Not everyone stuck to the route, though. Still, it was pretty difficult to get lost. If you walked long enough in any direction, you’d hit either a path or the highway.
“How do you know this area, then?” Will asked, linking his fingers with mine as we walked along.
“From when we were kids. We used to come out here tracking—making maps and building forts and stuff like that.”
“I wasn’t really an outdoorsy sort of kid.”
I grinned at him. “Yeah, I got that much. Me and the other kids in the neighborhood used to build rope swings too, attempted a few tree houses, but those never stayed up very long. It was all about trying to lure the girls out here, but they always used to complain about all the bugs.” I never thought of myself as a country boy, and my childhood had been far from idyllic. We’d had to deal with being poor most of my early life. My dad had had a good job but worked long hours, and my mama had come from the sort of background that expected her to be a homemaker, not a breadwinner.
“Is this why I’m wearing good sneakers?” Will grouched as I led him up one of the lesser-known paths. I hadn’t followed it in years, but it was still there, and the memories were quick to come back.
“It’s not even that muddy,” I said. “You can survive a bit of dirt, I’m sure.”
“What if there are other people about?”
I stopped and looked at him. “When has that ever stopped you before? Come on, Will. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
I kept walking a few steps in front of him so he could follow where I was putting my feet and ignored his mumblings about how adventurous in the bedroom and in the boardroom was different from fucking in the woods.
My plan was to stay as far away from any clearings or paths as possible, which minimized the chance of anyone coming across us, although there were definitely still people around, so we couldn’t scream the place down. That did mean veering even farther off the paths, though.
When I finally stopped, it was at the crest of a hill, affording us a little bit more protection, if we wanted it. I turned to him, my man, just a bit sweaty and delicious, and he gave me a look that made me want to sink to my knees.
Because it was him, I did.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh?”
“I like the way you look from this angle,” I said. “Sir.”
“So you drag me all the way out here so I can take care of you? Is that it? So much for that old-fashioned idea that the Master is in charge of his submissive….”
“It’s not that,” I said, frustrated, then remembered my place and took a deep breath
Similar Books
