Page 97 of Cyber Revenge

Trip Rivers doesn’t get nervous.

But this is her.

What if she says no?

There’s no plan B.

“Okay, lover boy,” Zane’s voice crackles through the earpiece, his tone laced with amusement. “She’s on her way. You ready?”

“Always,” I mutter, my jaw clenching as I adjust the vest and check the paintball gun in my hand.

Zane helped me set this up. I wasn’t taking any chances on her showing up early and me not being prepared.

“Just remember,” his voice echoes again, “if she shoots you in the dick, that’s on you.”

I roll my eyes.

“She won’t.”

“You sure about that?”

No. But I’m willing to risk it. I move into position, crouching low behind a fallen log, my body pressed close to the earth as I listen.

The woods are quiet. Too quiet. Come on, killstreak. And then the snap of a twig. Fuck yes.

I grin, my pulse kicking up as I see her move through the trees, her body sleek and lethal in the black tactical gear I bought her.

My girl looks dangerous.

But she isn’t the same woman who ran through these woods last time. She’s stronger now.

Faster.

Tactical.

And she’s coming for me. My cock twitches at the thought. I watch as she moves, her paintball gun raised, her movements silent and calculated.

“Where are you, Tripster?” she murmurs, her voice low and playful, but there is an edge to it now.

She’s hunting me. Good. I fucking love when she hunts me. I stay low, my body pressed to the ground as I wait.

Patience.

Wait for it.

She moves closer, her footsteps barely making a sound as she passes by the log where I’m hidden.

Now.

I lunge.

Lydia barely has time to react before I tackle her to the ground, her body is pinned beneath mine as I roll us both through the dirt.

“Found you, killstreak,” I taunt, my mask pressed against hers, my lips a breath away.

But she doesn’t look scared. She looks fucking thrilled.

“About time,” she breathes, her eyes narrowing as her hips shift beneath me.

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