She made her way through the woods, circling to get upwind of the crossing at the stream, then making her way down to it again. Eyes wandered, scanning the brush, the ground, watching each step as she went. She wasn't trying to be silent, but it wasn't in her to crash through the woods, either, so she moved easily, steadily. She smiled as she neared the stream, seeing the tracks, and then some droppings, telling her the buck was right on time, ahead of her.
Now it was just a matter of keeping him moving, and worried about her behind him, not what was in front of him. They'd scouted his route yesterday, carefully crossing the trail here and there, not following it. They didn't want the big elk changing his habits from too much of their scent on his path. She moved on, slow and steady, knowing the breeze would take her scent ahead of her, not wanting to get close enough to spook him.
It shouldn't be long. They'd chosen a small clearing not too far from the road, and uphill from it. The morning breeze was with them, and her scent should distract the buck from anything downwind and in front of him...like Nick. If all went well, she would be hearing a shot...yes. The crack of the 30.06 echoed through the dawn forest. She waited a moment. Silence.
She smiled and continued down the game trail. Good. One shot was a good sign, she hoped. She wanted Nick to be pleased. She smiled to herself. Things were so much better when Nick was pleased. She felt a tightening low in her belly at the thought and knew there was a damp patch between her legs. There often was, since he'd come out for this hunting trip.
She came out of the trees at the edge of the clearing, and after a moment spotted his orange vest over the embankment at the far side as he stood and moved around something on the ground. She hurried over to him and he looked up and smiled. "Well done sweetness, you sent him right to me."
She looked down at the big buck elk on the ground. Nick had hauled him head down on the slope and was letting him bleed out. The shot had taken him just behind the foreleg, right through the heart. Perfect, no running panic to sour the meat. "Beautiful shot, Nick. He'll be good and sweet." She set down her rifle carefully and bent to help him pull the offal before they skidded him down the hillside.
Between the two of them they managed to heave the carcass in the back of the truck. She grabbed the wet cloths from the cab and handed him a few, wiping down her arms and hands. She was not quite done when she felt his hands slide around her from behind and open her belt. She smiled and shivered as he pressed against her ass, pushing her hard against the front fender of the truck.
"You were my good little hunting bitch today." His low voice in her ear gave her more chills than his hands and the cold late fall weather did. Those hands moved up, ripping her shirt from her pants and ripping it open, some of the buttons on the flannel giving, others flying away as he dragged it from her shoulders. She gasped in the icy air, and sucked in a shuddering breath as he shoved her over the cold metal of the truck. It wasn't quite cold enough to freeze her skin to it, but it felt like frozen fire on her bare breasts.
"Nick..." she didn't dare say more as he ground her hips into the fender, hand between her shoulder blades holding her down.
