Page 21 of Holiday Scars
When he pulls back, his eyes are darker. “I’m yours, Jett. If you want me to be.”
My throat locks up, and I don’t know how to answer that. Wanting someone andkeepingthem are two different things.
Blade studies me a second longer, then straightens when I don’t comment. “Come on. Let’s shower before we head out to play the game.”
“The game? Now? We have the place to ourselves.”
“I have an idea that will make the game more fun. You up for it?”
“You’re the one who has to beupfor it.” My retort stops Blade in his tracks.
“Just you wait, baby.” He breathes against my mouth. “I’m amachineand I willruinyou.”
My head spinning, I follow him back to my bedroom, intrigued about what he has planned for me outside.
During our joint shower, there’s lots of kissing and touching. Blade makes me come in his mouth again, and I can’t believe how good it feels.
We dry off, get dressed, pack our survival rucksacks, and hike until the cabin is a speck behind the trees. The mountain air is knife-cold and pine-sharp.
Against the silence, my mind still replays Blade’s threat to ruin me.
At the clearing, I pull the list of challenges from the app on my phone and hand it over.
Blade glances at it and smirks. “No other players this time. We’re here alone. Means we can do whatever we want.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“It means I hunt you.” He puts my phone in my coat’s zip-up chest pocket. “Run, tracker.”
I blink. “What?”
“Run, and when I catch you, I’m going to hold you down and fuck you.”
My pulse punches against my throat. Blade wants to hunt me. Something in my chest cracks open, equal parts terror and heat. My cock hardens at the idea of being tackled and taken. Dragged in the dirt, my jeans pulled down, and shown the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.
“You think I’m that easy to chase down?” I ask on a swallow, even though I want to be caught.
“I think by the time I catch up to you, you’ll be dying for my cock.” He takes a plastic bag of condoms and lube from his coat’s pocket.
I’m not only glad he plans to be safe with me, but more appreciative that he won’t shove his dick in my ass unlubricated. “I still won’t make it easy for you.” I start to back away.
“I’m counting on it. Now I said run, or do you want me to hold you down and fuck you right here on the trail?”
Something in his voice flips a switch in me. I drop the rucksack so I can run faster and bolt. Branches whip at my arms as I tear through the trees.
Every instinct kicks in, that familiar rush of being hunted. Except this time, it’s not fear driving me. It’s heat. And the thrill of wanting Blade inside me so damn bad.
“I will find you,” Blade yells into the void.
God, I can already hear him behind me. His laugh is low and feral.
I veer left, climb the slope to a boulder, and duck behind it. The woods go still except for the echo of my own breathing. Then I hear footsteps and laughing. It’s closer now.
“When I catch you,” he calls out, “you’re not getting away from me.”
Only Blade could turn a warning into something that drags heat up my spine. Still, I keep low and move to another set of rocks on the outline of a set of heavy trees.
But I hit a dead end. Shit, I face a steep drop-off with nowhere to go.
