Chapter 2

Quinn POV

Fifteen years old

Here I am traipsing through the woods looking for Meg, again. At least this time it is a better reason than she just wants to go for a walk. She has been doing that a lot lately, but she stopped asking me to go with her a couple of months ago. This time however it’s part of our tacker training. We have been doing this about twice a year for the last couple of years. Once in late fall, or early winter like now and then again in the late spring or early summer. Dad, Uncle Shane and Mac divide the group of ranked children into two teams. Reed, Levi and Meg make up one. Lucas, April and I make up the other this time, they switch it around each time. One group hides the other tracks them. It comes down to being one extreme game of hide ‘n’ seek. The catch is that if anyone from either team can get close enough to someone from the opposite team and deliver a fake death blow that person is out of the game putting one team at a disadvantage. In all the times that we have played this game Levi has always won, with Meg coming in second. The two of them are natural at this. It makes me happy to know that if Meg was ever in trouble she would be able to keep herself hidden if she had to. Don’t get me wrong I do not doubt that Meg will be able to hold her own and will only get better with training, but there are times when she could be outnumbered. There are so many bad thoughts that go through my mind when I think of all the things that could happen to her. I’m pulled from my thoughts by the sound of a branch snapping to my right. Quickly and quietly moving behind the bush to my left I crouch down to wait and see who it is. A few seconds later I know who it is as her scent reaches me. I can’t stop myself from inhaling deeply. Coconuts. The older we get the more that scent draws me in. My mind wandered back to when Mom thought I was starting to notice girls and she thought I was developing my first crush on Meg. I still think Mom was losing it. I mean, it's Meg she is just a friend. Why wouldn’t I find the scents of my friends pleasing? If they stank I wouldn’t want to be around them, now would I?

All of a sudden I’m tackled from the right. Shit, I was distracted in my thoughts again.  We roll across the ground as she tries to pin me. This is another thing that scared me about Meg, ...or April having to fight someone much bigger than them. Yes, there are moves that smaller she-wolves are taught to use against the larger males, but unfortunately, they don’t always work.

When we come to a stop I’m on top of her with her hands pinned to the ground beside her head. My hips are cradled between her thighs. Her breasts are pushing against my chest as the two of us pant, catching our breath from the scrimmage we just had. All I can do is stare into those ocean-blue eyes as my mind thinks of things it has no right to. Like when did her boobs get so big? Why does it feel so good to have them pressed to my chest? Why am I fighting the urge to cup them in my hands or press my face into the cleavage that is showing? I glance down to where our chests meet Ohh bad idea. I can see the tops of those beautiful round globes. In our struggle, her top has been pulled down a bit showing off more cleavage than she would normally. The urge to press my face there is getting stronger. I look back into her eyes just in time to see the look of surprise when she feels the reaction my body is having to hers. My body starts to work on instinct before I can stop it. I gently thrust my hips forward, grinding my now very hard erection against her soft, warm core. I can feel the shiver that runs down her body. The next scent that hits me causes me to come back to my senses. I quickly scramble off of Meg and take off into the woods. Did I smell what I think I smelt? Was Meg aroused? And did I just get one of the most painful hard-ons of my life from looking at Meg’s body? Why won’t it go away? Meg is just a friend, just a friend, just a friend. Why the hell can’t I get the feel of her body against me out of my mind or how nice it felt to have my lower half cradled between her thighs? Coming to the edge of the stream, I strip down and jump in the cold water. With images of what Meg looked and felt like under me going through my mind, I take hold of my hardened self. And I do something I never thought I would do to thoughts of Meg. I tilt my head back and let out a long low groan. I just hope no one saw or heard it. How am I going to face her?

Meg POV

Fourteen years old

I can see Quinn standing next to the tree that is just to the right of me. I don’t understand why it is so hard for him to hide. I mean come on he smells like wild strawberries, he is in a forest full of them. OK not at this time of year, but still. I hear the branch break under my foot, crap I wasn’t paying attention to where I was stepping. I watch as Quinn crouches behind a brush to his right. I know I can sneak up on him I just have to pay better attention. Making my way around to the other side of him I pounce. We roll across the ground a few times coming to a halt with Quinn on top of me. He has my hands pinned to the ground on either side of my head. He is lying between my thighs, I kind of like this. I’m staring into those gorgeous deep green eyes of his when I notice his gaze travel down to where our chests are pressed together. That feels nice too. My eyes scan his chest. I suddenly feel something hard forming against the junction between my legs. My eyes go wide is he getting a boner? I feel the muscles of his thighs flex as Quinn moves his hips forward pressing into me. Oh, I can’t stop the shiver that goes through my body. I’ve never felt something like that before, I kind of like it. It takes a lot but I am able to stop the moan that is trying to escape. Quinn’s eyes go wide and without a word, he jumps up and runs off into the woods. What the hell just happened? I get up and start to follow Quinn. I reach the edge of the tree line by the stream just as Quinn resurfaces. He is standing in the middle of the stream with his head tilted back. He lets out a long low groan. Did he just do what I think he did? Shit, I need to get out of here. Did he just do that because of me? No, no way. He doesn’t think of me that way. We are just friends. Then again, thinking about how my body reacted to him being on top of me. The way it felt to be pinned under him. The firm but gentle way he held my wrists. To have all those finely toned abs pressing into me. The way I could feel the strength of his thighs when he had thrust forward pressing his...Oh, I could feel how big he was. Not that I have anything to compare it to. I take a deep breath to try and focus my mind when the scent that I’m giving off hits me, Quinn smelt that. How am I ever going to face him? He is just a friend that is all we are to each other. Right?