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“All right, babe?”
“Yes, yes,” she danced around the other woman.“Fine.Just got to run.”
“What are you doing?”Ginny called after her.
“Running.”
“What the hell for?”
“Away from Spook,” she gasped.
“Oh.”Ginny sighed, all gloomy.
“Not like that.”
Spook appeared from a different direction.He had a pair of sweat pants on and nothing on top.His skin was still shimmering with water droplets from the shower.Ginny made appreciative noises as he ran past.“Ah, that sort of running.Go get her, tiger.”Then, “Ash, I like this game.Start running, babe.I want to pounce on you.”
“I’m not getting why I’d want to run,” Ash hollered from somewhere nearby.
Good.She didn’t want this turning into a game of tag.The rest of the band needed to keep their distance.
Pretty soon, Alle ran out of corridors and deck to tear along that weren’t infested with people.She doubled back and found another tightly wound stairwell.Spook always seemed to be there, no matter how disorientating a route she ran, or how many turns she made.
Breathing now severely laboured, and her muscles burning alongside her lungs, Alle slowed to a walk.Then a standstill.Dammit, she needed to get fit if they were going to do this again.And it was fun.Still, she probably hadn’t done this much cardio since leaving school.
Another flight down stood the hold where the band’s tour bus was housed.Surely, for heaven’s sake, nobody would be down there.It wasn’t exactly sexy or salubrious, but hey, privacy for the win.
Knees wobbly, Alle stumbled down the last flight of steps, and dodged behind what she guessed was the band’s equipment van.There she paused, her face hot and her breathing laboured.
Spook appeared approximately forty seconds later.He seemed able to home in on her as if he had a tracking device.She watched him swagger between the various vehicles, long tendrils of damp hair clinging to his bare torso.He was all dips and shadows and smooth, smooth skin that begged to be touched.And ink.Lord, the ink.The jet black lines called out to be traced.
Here, she was tempted to yell.Over here, because actually, why the hell wouldn’t she want to be caught by this man?He was so damn beautiful.Sexy in a way that provoked a visceral effect.There was the matter of what was coming to think about, too.She got tingles, goddamned tingles thinking about him landing his hand on her arse, and then maybe doing what she’d always longed for him to do, and fucking her while her bottom was red and stupidly sore.
She lost sight of his inked back as he turned a corner.Taking the opportunity to stalk the stalker, Alle inched her way along the line of vehicles while maintaining a crouch.Only once she’d reached the band’s double decker tour bus did she straighten to her full height.Spook had disappeared.He’d been a little way ahead and to her right, but now there was no sign of him at all.Not a whisper of movement.Not a squeak of rubber soles against the metal floor.He was living up to his name.
She shrieked when the bus door opened behind her in totally Scooby Doo fashion and an arm wrapped around her covering her mouth.
“Got you.”He hauled her up the steps into the interior of the tour bus, and had her pushed face down over the little dining table before she’d had the thought to protest.“Got you and now you’re mine.”He pressed his full weight against her.“Mine to do with exactly as I wish.”Exactly as she wanted him too.The weight of him, the hand wrapped tightly in her hair was driving the already insufficient amount of air clean from her lungs, but she didn’t want him to move, or lift up.She wanted that pressure, the heat of him.The virile brand of his cock nudged up against the back of her thighs.
“I trust you’re going to take your punishment for making me do all this exercise like a good girl, and not quibble about it.”
“That wasn’t my doing,” she protested.“You didn’t have to follow me.You didn’t have to hunt me down.”
“You think I should just let you bound about all over this ship, flashing glimpses of your pussy to everyone you pass?You think I should allow that, when you’re mine?When your pussy is mine and no one else has a right to it?Not to see it, not to know its plump lips and fiery curls.What ideas might my band mates get if you jog about knickerless?They might think you’re offering.Were you offering, Allegra?Were you flaunting your wares, displaying them in the hopes of summoning up some business?Is the promise of my cock not enough for you?”
“You’re stingy with it,” she gasped, getting into the game.“One lousy fuck is all you’ve given me.One.”
“That’s one more than any of the other women out there prone to screaming my name.You ought to be more grateful.Thankful.Appreciative of what I’ve given you that I haven’t given anyone else.”
“I can’t even think what that might be.”
He jerked her head back, hand still tight around her hair.“Can you not?”
“I’m hardly unique aboard this ship.I’m not the only one who’s enjoyed your cock.I’m not even the first to have enjoyed it.”
She felt the strain of his muscles as he stilled.Before his laugh rang hot and cruel.The bite of his fingers seemed to occur everywhere at once; squeezing her tits, caging her wrists, fastened in the long strands of her hair, digging half-moon shaped indents into her bared rear.She hadn’t even been aware of him lifting her dress.
When she squirmed, he kicked her legs wider apart.
