Bear Flesh Delights

Chapter 4

Amelia awoke a few hours later to a deep chuckle and the feel of somebody running a hand over her protruding ass. Skylar!

“Did Joe get you drunk or something?” he asked her as he cocked his head to one side.

“No,” she said, rolling over and gazing up at his handsome face. “He brought me home so I could get some writing done. I worked so hard I ended up passing out, I guess.”

“You must really want to write that book, eh?” he surmised. “Or maybe you just wanted me to come into your bedroom.”

“Oh, both, I’m sure,” she chuckled. “Let me go change my clothes real quick, and then we can get going.”

“Or we could stay here for a bit first,” he said suggestively.

“No, I think it’d be a good idea to take a rain check on that for now,” she said softly. “I’ve never been one to jump into anything head first.”

Skylar’s laugh warmed her nicely as she grabbed some clothes and took them with her into the bathroom, where she quickly put them on. He had left her bedroom and went to sit on the sofa while she was gone. They smiled at each other, and he got up to follow her to the front door, tugging her ponytail along the way.

“I like your hair better down,” he told her.

“I may not have gone fishing yet, but I’m not dumb,” she said. “My hair would just be in the way if I left it down.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he agreed.

It took a while to drive out to the lake. This was done in companionable silence, and every once in a while Skylar would reach across and run his knuckles along Amelia’s knee or thigh, making her blush.

“Have you ever been in a boat before, Amelia?” he asked her at one point.

“Only once or twice,” she said. “But it was when I was quite small, before my grandfather passed away.”

“So he probably took you out on Lake Michigan, right?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I didn’t live very far from the lake, but my parents weren’t really the outdoors type, so after he died I was mostly at home reading books. It’s no wonder my folks convinced me I’d make a good teacher.”

“So it was their idea?” he asked.

“Mostly, yeah,” she told him. Then her breath caught in her throat. His knuckles were up a bit higher this time, and the touch sent heat into all the right places, but to a most unexpected degree. She felt her nip*les tighten into rigid nubs, and she tried not to squirm since the action made them rub deliciously against the fabric.

“I like that about you, sweetheart,” he said with a smirk.

“Like what?” she asked, blushing.

“You’re so responsive,” he said. “You must not be very used to being touched.”

“Not really,” she admitted. “As Judy puts it, I’m practically a virgin.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he told her, and then added, “We’re here now. Let’s see how much you enjoy catching our dinner.”

The two of them got out of the truck and headed for a small dock at the far end of the parking lot. Several boats were tied there along the lake’s edge, and Skylar led Amelia to one of the smaller ones.

“What is this place?” Amelia wanted to know.

“It’s part of an exclusive club. This is a small lake the members use for fishing, and just beyond those trees about three miles further in is the hunting lodge where I work,” he explained. “This is a private property that only members can use, and the boat belongs to me. I only ever use it on this lake, so I just moor it out here all the time.”

“You leave your boat out here in the middle of nowhere all the time?” Amelia asked curiously. “Don’t you worry that somebody else would try to use it?”

Smirking and tugging her ponytail again, Skylar replied, “They don’t have the keys, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, feeling stupid. But at least Skylar didn’t seem to look at her that way. In fact, she rather liked the way he was looking at her right then, his brown eyes alight with something akin to desire.

They were standing on the far edge of the dock, and he’d just pulled his key out of his pants pocket. But instead of getting into the boat Skylar turned and drew her into his arms. She went willingly enough, though she blushed profusely along the way.

“If I don’t do this before we get into the boat, I’ll just drive myself crazy thinking about it all morning,” he told her softly as he leaned way down to close the distance between their two heights and pressed his nose to hers.

“Do what, play Eskimo?” she asked sweetly, making him chuckle.

“I’m going to kiss you, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“No, I hadn’t noticed,” she lied.

“Hm, I really must be slipping then,” he replied. He pressed his lips gently to hers, giving her a brief kiss. This was followed by another kiss, longer and a bit more confident. Amelia put her hands up and around his neck, drawing him closer. He pulled her upwards as well, standing her on her tiptoes, as he deepened the kiss. When Amelia sighed softly, he abruptly let go.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, disappointed.

“Because I didn’t think you would like to be ravished on the edge of the lake right up against the side of my boat?” he suggested with a smile.

“Mm, good call,” she agreed.

Skylar helped Amelia into the little boat, then got in behind her. He started the engine and took them out into the middle of the lake. Their fishing poles were already on board, and he pulled a small box out of his jacket, opening it to reveal some worms he had caught earlier as well.

“I got these from your yard waiting for you to wake up,” he teased her. “I didn’t have much else to do so why not?”

After he baited each of their hooks, he showed Amelia how to cast, and then they sat snuggled together watching the sunrise and waiting for something to bite.

“Still not a single bite,” Amelia sighed about an hour later. “You’ve already caught three fish. What am I doing wrong?”

“If you really want a bite, I could give you one,” Skylar chuckled as he bent and started to nibble on her ear.

“We are so not trying that sort of thing in a boat in the middle of a lake,” she scolded him. “The last thing I want to do is tip over this fancy boat of yours.”