Page 79 of Against the Autumn Pines
But tonight? Tonight was about the allure of knowledge of what was to come once I got her beneath my grasp. I wasn’t worried about her running too far or hiding too long.Nor was I worried about her hearing my footsteps—in fact, I wanted her to hear me coming.
“Oh Ember! I just know my fiery little whore is just itching to drop to her knees and please me,” I yelled.
I stood still for a moment, listening, when a shuffle sounded from my right. Taking off after it, I did my best to take care of fallen branches, tree roots, and just the general terrain, but knowing she was close spawned a sense of energy in me that was hard to find elsewhere.
She was a drug shot deep into my veins, and I was but merely an addict begging for my next hit of her intoxicating scent and taste. Absolutely nothing could stop me as I ran after the sound of her running ahead of me. A flash of red spun around a tree and disappeared, but when I found myself there, she wasn’t.
“Crafty little vixen,” I muttered to myself.
My hand against the tree, I listened again. A thud from behind me had me turning in the opposite direction, but nothing else sounded after that. I took a step towards where it sounded from, only to have my senses drawn back to where I’d been. This brat had thrown something in the distance to distract me, and now she was on the run again, like we were in a damn movie.
I chuckled and took off after her again. Another fifty feet or so, and she was finally close enough to fully see. Her jean shorts and bright white Nikes were shining under the bit of moonlight making it through the trees above.
I cut between two trees, cutting around her, sprinting to try to get ahead of her, but when I circled back, she was gone.
“The fuck,” I whispered as I turned in a full circle and listened, trying to find any sign of her, only to be met with nothing. I felt a growl vibrate through my chest, and my fistsclenched a few times while I contemplated what to do. There was no way she sprinted ahead of me, so I started slowly walking back the way she would’ve come from, my ears straining to hear anything in these woods that may be amiss; anything that would lead me to her.
“Oh, Ember,” I said casually. Not a full yell because I knew she was close. I just had to weed her out, so to speak.
A snap of a branch and a quietfuckhad me turning towards a tree off the small path we’d been taking. I slowed my pace, looking behind trees and trying to keep my step steady and noiseless. It didn’t take me long to pinpoint where the words had slipped from and where she was hiding.
Ahead of me was a fallen tree. The base of which had fallen with the roots pulled from the ground, creating a large section of tree, dirt, and leaves she could hide behind. I walked towards it, a flash of dark red hair dipping further behind the roots.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little flame,” I said, repeating my earlier statement with newfound glee. I could hear her shifting, the noise slow and steady. Briefly, I considered what route she would take. Would she come out and accept the loss, or would she get up and run again?
Realistically, I should’ve known my little flame would never willingly go down without a fight. She would never surrender when there was still plenty of fight left in her blood. So when she launched herself from her hiding spot, running deeper into the woods, I shouldn’t have been shocked by the sudden sense of elation I felt watching her go.
With one hand on the fallen tree, I jumped over the large trunk and went racing after her. Now, with her directly in my line of sight, she didn’t stand a single chance of getting away from me.
Within seconds, I had two fingers latched around her back belt loop, and I pulled.
A screech and she was back against my chest; the sudden loss of velocity had us both tumbling to the ground in a pile of grunts and flailing limbs. I managed to quickly right myself, pushing her onto her back and straddling her hips.
“Tell me you give up.” Breathless, she stared up at me, a small smile on her face, like she knew she may have lost this fight, but she wasn’t upset about it.
“Fuck you, Carragan.”
I leaned down, my lips smashing against hers as I pushed and held her hands above her head. Her hips arched up, rubbing against my cock through my jeans.
“You tell me you give up,” she murmured as I pulled away, staring down into her eyes as our breath mingled in the chilled night air.
“Fuck you, Brady,” I replied, mimicking her previous statement.
A knowing smile lit up her face, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again. Why was this woman so damn kissable?
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and keep your arms above your head?” I asked as I kissed along her jaw and down her neck. She was grinding herself against me, and I felt as if I could finish right there in my jeans at the rate she was pushing me.
None of which was an option right now. The need to feel myself buried inside of her while her cries filled this forest was driving me in a way little else did.
She still hadn’t answered me when I reached her collarbone, and I knew in my gut she was itching to be a fucking brat tonight.
“How much do you enjoy these clothes?” I questioned as I propped myself back up, staring down into her eyes. Herarms still pinned above her head, she glanced down at her shirt and shrugged. “Good,” I growled as I released her hands, my own dropping down to where the neckline of her white t-shirt sat. I ripped until the shirt was split down the middle, her white, lace-covered breasts free for me to ravage.
I pulled her nipple into my mouth through the lace and sucked hard, only to do the same to the other side once it was nice and wet for me.
“Wyatt,” she moaned, her voice low and filled with an unrivaled lust. I groaned as her fingers slid into my hair, and she held my head where it was against her nipple. “More, please,” she pleaded.
Before her, I always wondered if more meant keep going, or rougher, but with Ember? I knew exactly what she craved. I ran my teeth over the fabric, catching her nipple piercing, and moved back to her first nipple. My mouth covered the material with a hard suck and a barely there graze of my teeth.
