Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Fawn

I’ve never been warmer or safer in my whole life.

He’s a giant. An actual giant has come to rescue me.

And I knew who he was the second I heard his voice.

It’s the man from the forest.

My father doesn’t always keep me chained in the basement. Only when I forget to come home on time from my walks or one of his friends starts looking at me funny. That’s when he drags me down there by my hair and slaps the shackles on. I never know when it’s coming and oftentimes, he keeps me there for as long as a week. I’ve found a way to make the time pass—a very enjoyable way. Unfortunately, the lightbulb in the basement went out a few hours ago, so I haven’t been able to read the old, beat-up notebooks I found hidden in the wall. No one knows about the erotic stories, except for me. And whoever wrote them, I suppose.

It might have been my mother, but there’s no way of knowing for sure.

This man, Benny, is the leading man I’ve been picturing while reading those scandalous tales. He’s been occupying my dreams ever since the first time I spied on him in the woods. How many times have I imagined my palms tracing the mountainous slope of his shoulders? How many times have I imagined him laying me down and settling all that glorious weight on top of me, his mouth moving roughly over mine?

Hundreds of times? Thousands?

We’ve almost reached the top of the stairs now and tension begins to riddle my spine. What if my father tries to stop Benny from taking me?

Then I relax.

Nothing can stop my giant.

The creak of the floorboards tells me we’re in the hallway now, moving toward the kitchen. “Find anyone, Beat Down?” calls a man whose voice I don’t recognize.

Benny’s wraps an arm around the small of my back. “Please don’t be scared,” he says to me, his thumb brushing side to side on my spine. “I wouldn’t harm a hair on your head.”

“Of course not,” I murmur, giving in to the impulse to kiss his neck. A gold chain is draped there, too, and I want more than anything to slide my tongue underneath it, suck the heavy piece of jewelry into my mouth. But this isn’t one of the stories I found hidden in the wall. This is real life. And I don’t want Benny to think I’m too eager.

Even though I am.

I’ve been dreaming of his hips between my thighs for so long. Now that they are there, I am growing terribly wet, soaking the cotton material of my panties. Oh lord, I can’t wait for him to take my virginity. I’ve been thinking about it for so long, aching to offer myself to this man.

This gentle giant who I watch rescue animals in the woods.

This man who nurses them back to health and releases them with his big, scarred hands.

If he knew I’ve been spying on him, he might be creeped out, though, so I better keep that little piece of information to myself.

“When are we going to be alone?” I breathe into his neck, inhaling the scent of burning wood and spice. “I want to be alone with you,” I whisper, wrapping my legs tighter around him.

He groans, his steps faltering slightly.

In the erotic stories I’ve been reading since I turned fourteen, the man and woman would already be intimate by now. My body is pulsing in secret places, my nipples tender, starved for the feel of Benny’s lust. I want to wrap myself up in him and never let go. I never expected him to rescue me. I always thought one day I would work up enough courage to introduce myself to him in the forest, maybe while he’s bandaging the wing of a bird. But this is better. So much better. Fate must have known I couldn’t wait for him any longer.

“You might want to, uh…have a look at me, girl,” he rasps, hesitating on the threshold of the kitchen. “Before you carry on saying things like that.”

What does Benny mean, have a look at him?

Does he think I won’t find him attractive?

Well I can’t very well tell him I not only find him irresistible, but my mind has been made up for a long time that I will belong to him. He can’t know I’ve been spying on him or he’ll think I’m weird. Or he’ll think I’m controlled by my body’s urges. Didn’t my father shame my mother for the very same thing?

I lean back and see him up close, in the light, for the first time. And automatically, my thighs jolt around his hips, liquid heat slicking my folds. Lord above, he is so big and male. Strong features, a thick neck, a brow that might cause people to mistake him for angry, but I just see him as thoughtful. Intense. Those dark green eyes make my heart pump faster. His shoulders are broader than the side of a barn and I trace them now, eager to touch, eager to lay down somewhere private and have him touch me. Everywhere.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, rubbing my lips on the rapidly beating pulse on his neck. “In every single way.”

That hard part of him, his cock, lifts another inch. A spear trapped between us, nudging the crotch of my underwear. Shouldn’t he have taken me into one of the bedrooms and put it inside of me by now? I’m beginning to get…restless and frustrated.

I want to belong to him completely. Now.

I want to be naked in front of him, have him feast on me.

“Now, Fawn…” His fist twists in the skirt of my dress. “I will rescue you either way. Whether you want me or not, I’m going to make sure you’re safe. You don’t have to…do this. You don’t have to pretend you’re interested in me like this.”

“Pretend?” I lean back to study him, finding his face redder than usual. “I don’t understand.”

He huffs an unsteady breath. “Look here, girl. I’m one ugly motherfucker and you…well, you…” He’s breathing hard, his massive chest puffing against mine. “You’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. So beautiful you’re almost painful to look at.”

Euphoria sweeps through me, carrying me away on a pastel cloud. “Then why don’t you want to be inside of me?”

“What?” He shakes his head hard, as if trying to snap out of a trance. “Be inside of you…now? Girl, I’d sell my goddamn soul. But you don’t want that with me. You just can’t.”

I suddenly have the urge to throw a tantrum. A screaming, door-slamming fit. “In the stories I found in the basement wall, the man doesn’t wait this long. Is it so easy to resist me?”

“No,” he responds raggedly, his hands dropping down to cup my bottom beneath my dress, lifting me higher on his hardness and grinding upward. “No, baby, it ain’t easy at all.”

A purring sound is coming from my throat without a formal command from my brain. “Can I call you Daddy like the women in the stories?”

“Christ.” Groaning, he squeezes my buns tight in his hands. “This has to be a dream.”

“It’s not a dream. I need to be alone with you.” Following instinct, I close my teeth around his ear lobe and tug. “Now.”

“Fawn—”

“See, what did I tell you?” My father stumbles out into the hallway, wiping away blood from his mouth. “She’s exactly like her mother. Offering herself up to the first man who pays her a little attention. Her mama done run off years ago. Hopped right into a passing boat and never looked back. These women who share my last name? They’ll suck the life right out of you and laugh as they move on to the next target.” His voice drops to a whisper. “They’ve got the devil in them. Women aren’t supposed to need fuckin’ so much. Her mama was on me day and night and Fawn, she hasn’t even lain with a man yet and she’s already buck wild.”

Very slowly, Benny sets me down, holding me around the waist until he’s sure I’m not going to fall or lose my balance. Then, his hand shoots out like a bolt of lightning, wrapping around my father’s throat. “You run your mouth a lot for a man who doesn’t want to die.”

Watching my father’s eyes bulge out of the sockets, his fingers clawing at Benny’s immovable grip, I gasp. “Benny!” I pull at his arm. “No. No, you don’t hurt people.”

There is a third man in the room. He has been staring at me with wide eyes since we entered the room, but now he breaks into laughter. “That’s all he does, darling.”

A snarl rips out of Benny, his attention shooting toward the other man. “You talk to her again and I’ll drown you in the fucking river for the crocodiles.”

My mouth drops open, the room spinning around me.

No, my giant is gentle. And kind. He is not this violent man the other man claims he is. He must just be upset that my father was saying those bad things about me. Things I’ve grown so used to over the years, they don’t bother me anymore.

I don’t like violence.

My father used to inflict it on my mother. Every once in a while, I don’t manage to escape his anger and take a slap or two. Then there are the men in the bayou, fighting over money. Fighting to make money through cock fights or card games. Before my father made me drop out of school, the boys in my classes were always so aggressive. Angry. Entitled. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by furious men and I don’t want that anymore. My aspirations for a happy, loving life are why I’m so attracted to my giant from the forest. My giant who helps animals heal from wounds and treats them with such care.

“Benny,” I sob, trying once again to untangle him from my father. “No. Don’t.”

His hold around my father’s throat loosens automatically, his big shoulders heaving with exertion. He turns to look at me, his gaze heavy with longing. For several moments, his throat works, as if he’s making a decision. And then, in the blink of an eye, I’ve been thrown over his shoulder. “Taking the girl,” he grits out, stomping out into our front yard.

As soon as we’re settled into the boat and I’m straddling Benny’s lap, snuggled up against his big chest, the altercation begins to fade from my memory. There has to be some explanation for the fury he displayed toward my father. I’m sure I’ll find out what it is as soon as we’re alone. And anyway, we have our whole lives for explanations, me and my sweet giant from the woods.