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“Lower,” I instruct, scanning the perimeter even as my focus narrows to the radio in my hand. “Are you wet already? Just from knowing I might be listening?”
A soft whimper confirms my suspicion. “Yes.”
“Slide your fingers inside,” I instruct her, my breathing growing heavier. “Slowly. Tell me how it feels.”
“Cole...” The way she says my name, half protest, half plea, makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
“Do it,” I command, dropping my voice. “That wasn’t a request, Molly.”
Through my radio comes a sharp intake of breath, then a moan that sends heat coursing through my veins.
“I’m...” she gasps. “I’ve never done this while someone... while someone listened.”
“But you like it,” I state rather than ask. “You like knowing I’m listening to every sound, imagining every movement. That I’m out here, hard as a rock, just from listening to you pleasure yourself.”
Her moan deepens. “Yes... God, yes.”
“Show me how wet you are,” I instruct, walking in the cabin’s direction. “When I get back, I want to see the evidence on your fingers.”
“Cole,” she whispers, voice higher now, trembling with need. “I’m close already.”
“No,” I command sharply. “You don’t come til I’m there. Until I give you permission.”
Her frustrated whimper drives me wild, but I maintain control. “Slow down. Circle your clit, but don’t push yourself over. Just stay on the edge.”
“I can’t...” she protests weakly.
“You can,” I counter. “And you will. Because good girls wait for permission. That’s what you are now.”
Her breathing turns ragged, a symphony of restraint and desire that has me quickening my pace through the forest.
“Please,” she begs, the single word nearly breaking my resolve.
“Soon,” I promise, voice rough with desire. “I’m almost there. Keep yourself close to the edge for me.”
A sharp beep cuts through the radio static. The perimeter alarm sounds, and my body surges with adrenaline.
“Molly, freeze,” I command, voice shifting from desire to deadly serious. “Don’t move.”
Through the radio, I hear her sharp gasp of air. The alarm beeps twice more before falling silent. I scan the forest, weapon drawn. Movement to the east. Then I see it. A massive buck stepsinto the clearing, pauses, then bounds away into the forest. False alarm. But my heart still hammers.
“Cole?” Her voice breathless and shaking.
“Just a deer,” I report, but another stark reminder that we’re being hunted.
I’m moving before conscious thought kicks in, jogging toward the cabin. The radio crackles.
“I’m still—” she starts.
“I know exactly what you are,” I cut her off, my voice promising consequences. “And that’s the problem.”
Outside the cabin, the windows reveal her shadow moving in the bedroom, and the sight nearly undoes me despite the interruption. My radio vibrates with an incoming transmission, a different frequency. I switch channels reluctantly.
“Bennett.” My voice betrays nothing of what was happening seconds ago.
Static crackles on a different channel. “Package located.” Jake’s voice cuts through the static, one of Killian’s people. “ETA tomorrow. Extraction ready?”
“Negative. Location compromised. Need alternative.”
