Page 94 of Run For Me
“Nothing has to change,” I say, putting my hand over hers that’s resting on my cheek. It’s large in comparison, swallowing hers whole.
“Nothing?” she questions, sounding unsure.
I lean down, brushing my lips against hers in a soft kiss. “Nothing.”
Her breath stutters, and a tremble runs through her body.
“Another time in the woods first,” she says. Not asks, but tells.
I smirk, unable to stop it.
“You’re too perfect,” I whisper, kissing her again. “Tomorrow night. Ten o’clock. You know the spot.”
With another kiss, she sneaks out the door and I wait a few minutes before following her out. I don’t think she would wait to see me, and if she did, then that’s her decision. But I find the hallway empty, and so I head into the bathroom to check her location and when I see her moving quickly toward her house, I go to my own car and follow her.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Sailor
Jaxon didn’t say to wait ten minutes before going in, but I do it anyway. The moment I walked onto the field that was wet with rain, I knew he was already here. I felt him watching me like a predator in the night. I made my way to the entrance of the hiking trail, just like last time. It’s colder tonight than it was the other time we did this, and there’s been a lot of rain, so the ground will be soft and muddy.
I had to clean my car after the last time because there was dirt and twigs all over my seat, and after tonight, I have a feeling it’s going to be much worse. It’ll need to be detailed. I’m okay with that though. A small price to pay for getting to experience this.
When it’s time, I head into the trees, using the flashlight on my phone to guide the way. I walk slowly, keeping my senses on alert to watch out for animals. That’s the scariest thing out here.
There’s a light fog in the air, making it even more difficult to see. The light barely shines three feet in front of me, which is why by the time I see him, it’s too late.
A tall figure, dressed in black from head to toe, standing right there in front of me.
I gasp, the cold air filling my lungs.
Without a doubt, this is Jaxon. Something about the way he’s looking at me, even if I can’t see his eyes through the dark. I feel it. No one looks at me the way he does, like a wolf hungry for his favorite meal. I always know when he’s around.
How he managed to get in front of me, I have no idea. But here he is.
“Boo,” he says in a dark, raspy voice.
Any other time, I’d laugh. But it isn’t funny because I know what comes next.
He takes a small step forward, but still, I don’t move. My feet have grown roots.
I’m not sure why I don’t move. I’m so mesmerized by him and all that he is that I just want to stand here and look at him. I don’t get to do that the way he does. I don’t get to admire him, watch him, stalk him.
We can still do this once I see his face. It won’t destroy everything we have, and in fact, I’m hoping it takes us to another level. This is a real kink that real people have. It doesn’t have to stop when I learn who he is.
“Get going, little dove,” he rasps out, taking another step closer. “One… two… run.”
He lunges, and that’s when I move. Whipping around and running back the way I came, and all too soon I’m remembering how difficult it is to run in the dark on a small trail. It takes less than a minute for my foot to snag on a branch and to fall flat on my face. Jaxon is on top of me a second later.
“Too easy,” he says in my ear. “Too much of a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He grinds against my ass, his dick hard as a rock, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
I know how he feels now. I know what it’s like to have him inside me, and I crave it.
My mouth tastes of dirt, but I answer, “No.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Lying little whore.”
Grabbing my wrists, he stretches them above my head, digging them into the soft ground while he kicks my legs apart and presses harder against me, sliding his dick right between my ass cheeks.
