Chapter 3 Chrissy

“Johnny? Is that you?” I hop up from the ground as well as any half-dead, injured, fluffy woman can and nearly jump for joy.

My six-foot-something sex god in the flesh has come to my rescue. Of course, he’s now wearing a red flannel shirt unbuttoned to the bottom of his pecks and actual suspenders now. The lumberjack of my horny dreams.

He leaps over the tree in one swift, sexy as hell move and grabs me with one arm, pulling me away from the puppy before I can even think. All at once, I’m ten feet away and crushed against his chest. I try not to focus on the fact that this is where I would have rathered have been, crushed against his chest hair with my tits half hanging out, but here we were, and there was no time to lament the loss of a sexy camping escapade.

“You have to help me! I got lost, and thank goodness, because I found this puppy and he’s stuck and I really, really need your help to get him out!” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his cheek. He smelled like firewood and sizzling meat and 100% delicious man.

“I don’t think that’s a puppy, Chrissy,” he said cautiously as he slipped his arm in front of me and pushed me behind him.

I clung to the back of his shirt, mildly distracted by the thick cords of muscle underneath. “What do you mean? That’s clearly a husky, and he needs our help!”

“This is not what I had planned,” he grumbled, scratching at his five o’clock shadow. 

He still had me banded behind him with his iron-like arm, but I didn’t mind much. I could feel my excitement coming back with every second. Fuck, I wanted this man. 

“If we can just get him out and get him to the vet, I swear I’ll do anything you want! Anything!” I begged, looking around his corded muscley arm and staring at the poor puppy.

The puppy bared its teeth and snarled at Johnny, and he flinched back.

“Christina, baby, that is a w-”

“It’s a puppy, and he’s just scared!” I insist. I push away from Johnny and march over to the puppy and point at it. “You stop it right now! I know you’re a good boy, and you are going to let my boyfriend get you out of here!”

Surprisingly, when I called him a good boy, he stopped snarling, and his tongue hung out like the silly puppy I know he is, but when I called Johnny my boyfriend, he bared his teeth again, but at Johnny.

Johnny sighed loudly and raked both hands through his shaggy hair. “You’ll do anything?” he asked, his mouth slipping into a coy side smile.

“Anything,” I promise with a wink, ignoring the new growl from my puppy.

“Then come over here and kiss me, baby. I can’t wait another second.”

Neither can I. Something about this moment, about the trapped puppy, about how rugged and sexy Johnny is, had me so horny I can barely contain myself. I feel hot, excited, and needy. I feel like I never had before. It doesn’t make sense, but there is no time to think about it.

I take one step toward Johnny before he reaches out and pulls me to him. I throw my arms around his neck automatically as he pulls me off the ground. For a second, he just holds me, our noses brushing, our breathing heavy.

“I wanted to do this for the first time next to our campfire with you on my lap in this sexy as hell dress, but…” he looked around at the rain-drenched clearing and smiled widely. “A kiss in the rain is just as romantic, I think.”

“A kiss for my hero?” I bat my eyelashes at him and tilt my head, slightly parting my lips.

“I love the way that sounds.”

His kiss is fast and hard, his mouth like iron against mine. His tongue demanding and skilled, his beard tickling my lips. As his left hand slips to cup my mostly bare ass, the puppy snarls and barks loudly. 

Our kiss breaks, and we put our foreheads together, panting. It was a passionate kiss, a sexy kiss, but I don’t feel like it was the kiss. That’s alright though, if he has that much ferocity for a kiss, I can only imagine how he fucks, and judging by the bulge pressing against my tummy, I know I would not be disappointed.

“Chrissy, if I let that thing out, it could bite you,” Johnny says one last time, his voice gravely and breath heavy. 

“I promise he won't, baby. Just help me get him out, and then we can go back to our cars and get him to the vet by dawn.”

“Chrissy, he’s a wild animal. He won't survive if his legs are broken. The only thing the vet will do is put him down.”

Frustrated, I shove Johnny away and nearly fall on my ass again before he catches me.

“You made me a promise, Jonathan, and that kiss was not just a peck on the cheek. Now help me, or I swear to god you’ll never see me naked!”

I glare at him, daring him to deny me when I can still see the shape of his boner in his pants. He looks at me, at my tits, at the junction of my legs, then at my puppy.

“If I didn't know better, I’d swear that…dog…is sneering at me,” Johnny mutters, but he walks over to the tree anyway.

I follow him with my eyes and look at the puppy too. He does seem to be sneering or smiling, but in general, he just seems smug. Can a dog be smug?

I hurry over to the other side of the dog and brace my hands on the tree, urging Johnny to do the same. Ignoring the insistent licking at my ankle, I push.

“Are you going to let him lick you like that? What if it has a disease?” Johnny grunts, annoyed, “Why is it looking at me while it does it?”

“Oh shut up and push!” I huff.

We push as hard as we can, and my puppy wiggles and squirms, licking my leg any time it gets close enough to his muzzle. Finally, the log gives way. It rolls every so slightly, leaning up on an upper branch and rising a foot into the air. 

In a blink, the dog darts. He runs off into the tall grass, completely disappearing. The only thing to even prove he was there was the marks he made in the mud while struggling.

Right as the dog escapes, we drop the log, and it splashes to the ground and sprays mud on us both. I look at Johnny, and we both laugh. He pulls me into his arms, his hand running up my shoulder and pulling the strap of my dress down.

“Where were we?” Johnny whispers as he brushes kisses over my exposed shoulder.

“But, the puppy?” I ask, seconds away from not being so concerned about the dog and hoping Johnny wants to bend me over this tree right here, right now.

Why am I so horny right now? Wasn’t I just in so much pain I couldn’t stop crying moments ago? Why would I want to be fucked right here in the rain with all my injuries?

Logic stands no chance. Johnny picks me up and sets me on the tree, pushing between my open legs and grinding his jeans against my core. 

Who’s injured? Not me! 

I lock my legs around his back and arch into him, head loling backwards so he can kiss my neck. I need him. Here and now, in the rain, on a half-burning tree. It doesn't matter. My body is screaming to be filled, to be completed.

A yelp and a whimper break the haze of sexual excitement, and I jerk my head to the left to see my poor puppy dragging his back leg and crawling back towards the tree, desperate for help.

“Oh my god!” I cry, pushing Johnny away with my hands and boots and leaping off the tree. I run to my puppy and wrap my arms around the wet scruff of his neck and hold him close. “Johnny, you have to carry him!” I beg.