Cabin of Axes - Bea Paige Page 0,48

swatting his arm and grinning stupidly. “I’ve got work to do and you know what always happens when you accompany me to the hive…”

“You never get any work done,” he grins, his hazel eyes flashing with mirth and a heavy dose of desire.

“Exactly. I’ll be back in half an hour, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles against my mouth, kissing me gently. I almost, almost lean into his hold but I pull back, determined not to succumb.

“See you in a while…” I smile.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Twenty minutes later I’m tucking away another vial of honey and my research notes into my bag when I hear a twig snap behind me. Smiling, I shake my head.

“Franklin, you promised!” I berate him, with a smile in my voice and a grin on my face. A thrill rushes up my spine at the thought of making love to Franklin in the forest surrounded by nature and beauty. It’s normally Mathieson’s favourite place to fuck but I’m more than willing to experiment with Franklin too.

“So these are the bees that produce that delicious honey,” an unfamiliar voice responds. “This stuff is fucking addictive!”

I jolt upright, twisting on my feet to face the intruder. “Can I help you?” I ask tightly, immediately wary of this man who’s wobbling around like a teenager who’s just taken his first trip and can’t handle the high. Frankly, he’s no teenager but a middle-aged man with a beer gut, balding head, and pasty skin.

“I reckon you sure could help me,” he slurs, a salacious smile on his face that has my skin crawling and alarm bells ringing. “I came for some more of this honey. Jason told me about it in the pub, said it can heal cuts and shit. Only it doesn’t just do that, does it? He thinks his sudden great sex life is because he’s been exercising more, but that ain’t it, is it? It’s this honey. The guy has no fucking clue, man. I can make a mint off of this stuff, so I’ve come for some more.”

“You’ve been stealing the honey and selling it?”

“Nah, not selling it, yet, just eating it. I can’t get enough. The stuff’s like crack.”

“You can’t just come here and take what isn’t yours. You’re on private property,” I snap, backing away, careful not to disturb the hive as I pass by it.

“I don’t give a shit. I want some more of that honey… Fuck dick pumps and pills, give me a few mouthfuls of that sweetness and I’m fucking like a goddamn beast!” Tipping his head back he belly laughs, shaking his very considerable-sized stomach.

“You need to leave!” I demand.

“Nah, I don’t,” he says, stumbling towards me, a hungry look on his face.

“Back off!” I shout as he approaches on unsteady feet.

“Fuck, I’m hard again just thinking about what the last taste did for me. My wife was gagging for it. What do you think, gorgeous, wanna try me out too?” His hand dives inside his trousers and I watch in horror as he pulls out his dick and is pumping his hand up and down, groaning all the while. Bile burns in my throat as I see the intent in his eyes.

“You disgusting pig!”

“Come on, gorgeous, this was meant to be. You’re here, I’m here. Let’s fuck!” he half-stumbles, half-runs towards me, dick still in his hand. “I promise, I’ll make it good.”

“Keep the fuck away from me!” I scream.

For whatever reason, my fear seems to trigger something within him, and he pulls up to his full height, letting go of his dick. It sticks out at me, an ugly one-eyed snake surrounded by dark hair and spotty skin.

“Suck me off at least, yeah?” he says, his eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring as he comes for me, no longer a stumbling, drug-hazed zombie, but a man filled with purpose and intent.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see a fallen branch and lunge for it. Holding it out in front of me, I swing at him. He just laughs, catching the end of the branch and yanking on it in one surprisingly quick movement and dropping it by his feet.

“Oh, so you want to play games, gorgeous? I can do that,” he sneers, drool hanging from his lips, his skin flushed and sweaty, his pupils blown.

I don’t think, I spin on my feet and run.

Only I don’t get far.

My scalp pricks with pain as he grabs my hair and yanks me backwards a good few feet. A scream rips from