Double Dog Dare You - Lacey Black Page 0,1

earth-shattering fun.

Unknown: Talk to you in the morning, Rina.

I’m nothing but smiles as I send my reply.

Me: Night, sweetness. Looking forward to it.

I toss my phone on my bed, suddenly wishing it would light up again with another message. That’s not a feeling I’m used to. Desire, sure. Excitement, definitely. But this feels more like…longing. A desire and excitement all wrapped up together, and not in a sexual way. In an ‘I want to talk to her some more’ way, which is absolute fucking madness, considering I don’t even know who she is.

Part of me wants to get dressed and head to town, find a new willing friend to get lost in for an hour or two. But another part, the chunk that’s outweighing the power of my cock, tells me to throw on my running shoes and go pound the pavement for a bit. That’s the part that overrules the sex-fueled piece of my brain and has me reaching for my favorite runners and slipping on a T-shirt.

I do a few stretches in my front yard and get ready to go. I start down the hill where my small cabin is situated and make my way to the road. Most of these roadways are more of a single lane until you get down to the base of the mountain. That’s one of the things that attracted me to Gatlinburg when my mom and brother relocated here: the scenery. It’s like being secluded away from the action, even though houses are somewhat close together.

My cabin sits on the side of the Great Smoky Mountains, facing downtown Gatlinburg. I love the lights and the sounds that float my way without actually being in the city. My space is a single bedroom, loft-style home with the biggest shower and Jacuzzi tub known to man. In fact, besides the view, it was the selling point that tipped the scale. Do you know how many women will fit in that shower?

The answer is five.

Comfortably.

Plus me.

No, I didn’t screw them all in the shower. This isn’t a cheesy porno. But I did enjoy the company of one particular lady later that night, after her friends partied in my hot tub, showered, and left.

Did I mention they were all in their suits when they showered together?

See, not a cheesy porno.

My pace picks up as I reach the bottom of the mountain and start to make my way through the side streets. Running in Gatlinburg is a great workout. There’s not a single road that’s flat or straight for any reasonable length of pavement, and some of the inclines are fucking brutal. Like the one that’ll take me home. Going back up the mountain, especially at the end of your run, is never an easy feat.

I glance at my watch and notice I’m already three miles in and barely breathing hard. After my time in the Army, physical fitness and endurance was such an engrained part of my day, I kept the routine going. Running, some light weight training, and kayaking are my favorite ways to keep in shape, and I do all three as much as possible.

As I make my way down the road through a small grouping of houses, a shadow sweeping across a front porch catches my attention. When I’m right in front of the house, a loud thud sounds, followed quickly by, “Shit.” The voice is soft and feminine, yet laced with authority. No-nonsense, of sorts.

I find myself slowing my pace and stopping completely when I reach the short sidewalk that takes me to the front porch. “Is everything all right?” I ask, spying the shadow crouched over.

She quickly stands up and looks my way. The light is behind her making it difficult to see her features, but I can tell she’s a tad on the short side with curves for days. “Hello?” she whispers, taking a step to the edge of the porch.

The sound of her voice makes my cock start to thicken in my shorts.

That’s never happened before. Never have I gotten an erection from a voice alone. Usually it’s what the voice is saying that has me firing on all cylinders and raring to go.

“Uhh, sorry, I was just passing by and heard a noise. Just checking you’re okay,” I answer, making sure I stay at the edge of the street. The last thing I want is a jealous boyfriend to come out with a shotgun and a pissed-off attitude.

Unfortunately, that’s happened before.

“Oh,” she replies with a slight chuckle. The