Page 62 of Cedar Edge
After listening to Thea’s nightmares and Law never coming back inside I head out to my workshop in the early morning light to pack my bag. It’s only a matter of time before the call comes in and I’m back on the road, might as well be prepared for it. Even if the thought of leaving them right now makes me want to claw my fucking skin off.
I glance towards the bucket I still need to bleach out after helping Law get ride of the fucking rookie cop who dared open his mouth about Thea. His death had been beautiful and messy but didn’t give us shit for insight on how Royce has been able to slip in and out of our town undetected, or on who the fuck is helping shield him.
“You get called onto a job?” Law’s deep voice comes from behind and has my mouth curling into a relieved smile.
“Funny how I distinctly told you to stay with us and yet you never rejoined us last night.” I say, back still to him..
I can practically feel the shrug he gives me. “I needed my truck Ace, you can’t fault me for that.”
A hard laugh comes out of my lungs. “Bullshit, you know we’ve got everything you could need in here. The truck was just an excuse.” I turn towards him. His eyes rake over my naked chest before dropping to my abs and slowly roaming back up to meet my gaze. The dark green has a wild look within them, flashes of darkness that seem to overtake the normal spark he has. “Take a picture baby, it’ll last longer.” I coo.
Law licks his lips, narrowing his eyes at me. “Fuck off.” I see the glimmer of handcuffs attached to his belt, the barely awoken sunlight bouncing off them shining like a beacon. It’s his single, the one that he only uses with me. One that both brings a thrill of excitement and lust into me as well as worry.
I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms across my bare chest. “You trying to pick a fight this early, Rebel?” His nickname pours from me and I see the shiver go down his spine. Law and I never would have hooked up on our own, even now its rare that we fuck without Logan. He’s the glue that holds us together but there are times that Law needs things that Logan cannot give him. Not with their dynamic. So he comes to me, and I’ll happily give it to him. “Asked you a question.”
My feet move until I’m standing in front of him, our height close enough that we are almost eye to eye. “Get out of my face, Ace.” He growls. But I see it, that flash in his eyes, a desperation that he can’t vocalize right now. Even if he hadn’t been holding our little signal I would have known exactly what he needed right now.
He shoulder bumps past me heading in the direction of the open pastures. A flash of irritation pulses through me at hiswillingness to let me out of his range of vision. Everyone knows you don’t turn your back on a predator.
I shove him, face first, into the hard wood of the old barn just as he tries to move past the building. He strains against my hold, pushing back against me before I’m slamming his body back into the wood.
“I think I could use some relief.” I purr in his ear. He tries to push again but the fight isn’t it, his body already relaxing under my touch as if the words themselves are enough to bring him relief.
“So go get Logan. I’m sure he’d be happy to be your little fuck boi for the day.” He tries to inject as much venom and hate into his tone as he can but I know him too well and can easily pick up the need under the words.
“Nah. I think I’ll use you. Your hole is right here. And you are practically begging me for it, coming up to me with that piss poor attitude.” I press my lips against his neck, my tongue flicking out and enjoying the taste of his skin. His body seems to shutter. The lust pouring off him is intoxicating but not what I’m after. I smirk before I’m pressing my teeth into his flesh and sucking hard.
He swallows back a whimper before I feel his whole body shutter and the switch happens. His mind finally allows him to slip into the place he needs to go to trust me to help him achieve his end goal. “Fuck. You. You aren’t using me for shit. I don’t want you.”
My fist finds his throat from behind, the grip punishing and hard as I lean into his body, pressing my cock against his ass before my other arm snakes around and finds his own cock pressing painfully against his pants. “Your hard fucking cock says you like the idea of being used,officer.” Law thrashes against me but makes no real effort to escape. At least not yet. “What was your plan this morning? Hrm? Throw me handcuffs?Teach me a lesson? You’ve got some balls bringing those out around me.”
He groans, the sound pained and full of lust. “Get your hands off me.” He pants. “You’ll be charged with assaulting an officer. I’m not yours to touch.”
“You’re wrong. You are mine to touch. To fuck. To use.” I stroke him over his pants, his cock jerking under my touch. “You're just a little slutty Rebel who needs me to use him.” His body relaxes into my touch, a shudder moving over him as his head falls backwards, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the lust painting his face.
Law is beautiful in a rugged, cowboy way with that southern charm that he developed despite living in the PNW. He’s the type of man you bring home to meet the parents with no fear of them liking him. He could charm even the most stubborn person. Whereas Logan is classically handsome with a devilish badboy charm. Covered in tattoos and piercings he is the stereotypical nightmare for anyone's parents upon first meeting. My boyfriends are the complete opposite and me? Well. Somehow I fit between them.
The crack to my head knocks me backwards, confused for a moment before Law rushes past me, taking off into the woods. The blood from my split lip runs into my mouth making me spit even as I smile at his retreating form.
“I guess we are playing now, aren’t we?” I offer up to the space around me. As if he can hear me he glances back, just once, before he dips into the treeline.
I don’t rush to follow him, savoring the chase instead. Shoving my hands into my pants pockets I begin the slow march towards the darkened forest, whistling as I go. I can practically smell Law’s scent on the wind, the slight edge of sandalwood that drifts across the pine. When I hit the darkened edge of the forest I pause, slowly surveying the landscape before me.
“Here boy… Come out, come out wherever you are.” I whistle.
Silence greets me. Even the animals suddenly stop moving, the wind holding its breath as I take a step forward. A smile spreads over my lips. I hunt for a living. I find people whono onecan find. I could find Law with my eyes shut and hands tied behind my back in a snowstorm. But I like to let him think he’s winning our little game, so I avoid heading towards the area my body is screaming to go.
I can feel him, feel his eyes on me, watching me hunt him. He has a reckless energy around him. One that crackles and bleeds through the forest. With unhurried steps I make my way into the darker part of the woods, the trees and shadows providing more coverage as I begin to circle the place I know he’s hiding. I start further out, zig zagging through the giant evergreens and massive pine trees. My mentor used to joke that I had supernatural powers, the way I was able to track people. Like a harpy, he would say, as soon as I had the scent there was no escaping me. The shadows bend and mold to my body as if they are welcoming me home. There is a reason The Grim Reaper name felt so fitting to me and I feel a small wave of disappointment that my mask was left behind on the bike. My blood thrums with the need to fully embody that version of who I am. Hunting calls to it.
The air currents seem to shift just as Law steps out of the spot he was hiding in. Unbothered that he’s being hunted, he glances around the dark woods, frustration coiling in his body as he observes his surroundings. When those dark eyes sweep across the dark shadows I occupy, my body shivers and it sets me on edge that he’s given up so quickly.
He wants to be caught.
He wants the game to end so he can get what he came for.
He is trying to control the outcome when what he really needs is to be out of control.
Silent as a cat I close in on my prey. I watch the way his emotions play out over his body, the tension and desperation leaking from him. It hurts to see him like this and I can’t help blaming Thea for it, no matter how irrational it may be. But her presence was a massive boulder into our otherwise calm pond and now I’m dealing with the ripple effect.
