Page 43 of Hide and Keep

It could be my imagination, but it feels like Crue’s steps falter for a split second.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight.” His voice is hoarse and low, maybe from the strain of carrying me, maybe not. Maybe it’s because he wants to bite me as much as I want him to.

If that’s the case, I could trick him into releasing me right now, no physical exertion needed.

I angle my head to the side, opening my neck up to him. “So do it. Give me a reason to stay. Bite me.”

Halting, his breath fans across my skin, igniting the surface into goose bumps. He quickly readjusts his hold on me, his arms like steel bands around my body, keeping me locked in place. Not that I want to be anywhere else right now.

My pussy tingles in anticipation.

He lowers his head until his lips are just below my ear, making my heart hitch in my chest. What if he does sink his teeth into my neck? Will he stop there? Will I let him?

I can almost guarantee I won’t want to stop him. I’m already putty in his hands and his mouth hasn’t even touched me yet. But I remember when it did. Vividly. It’s practically all I’ve thought about since.

If he kissed me on the mouth again, he might remember, too, andthatI don’t want.

Hovering there like a spacecraft, Crue rasps, “I’d rather eat glass,” then he’s on the move again.

I’m equally offended and relieved. That was a stupid plan.

Unfortunately, this next one isn’t much better.

I tangle my legs with Crue’s, causing him to trip and both of us to fall. I’m crawling away in the next instant until two hands on my calf pull me backward, my nails leaving gouges in the earth.No.

“Eat this!” I send my free leg out, kicking at his perfect jawline, but he just grabs that, too, before flipping me over onto my back. He comes down on top of me, pinning me to the ground, a sharp rock digging into my back and tree root wedged up my ass. The harder I struggle, the more everything hurts, so I force myself to go limp. It’s pointless to fight anyway. He’s a former wrestler.

“How is this any different than what I want to go do?”

At least Crue still sounds out of breath when he says, “Penetration, Ever, that’s the difference.”

“I’m being penetrated from so many different angles right now I could be a heroine in a why choose novel.”

“What’s that?”

“A why choose novel?”

He jerks out a nod, his lips bitten between his teeth.

Goddess, he isreallyout of shape.

If I had any feeling left in my body, I’d use it to feel embarrassed for him.

“Instructional manual for men that don’t know how to please women. You should pick one up sometime. Maybe learn how to use your acorn better. I’ve heard notallwomen care about size.”

“Fuck you. My dick’s not an acorn.”

“Why are you trying so hard not to let me feel it then?”

He’s purposely angling his body so the side of his hips are between my legs, holding me down, not his crotch. I lied in the pool. I didn’t see anything. However…I did feel it in the corn maze and it was not even remotely close to the size of an acorn.

“I’m trying to keep things semi-professional.”

I attempt to bark out a laugh except with the pressure of another, larger body on top of mine it comes out a wheeze.

“You’re so immature.”

“You’re so unprofessional,” I counter.

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