The Secrets We Keep, page 23
A cracking of a branch that is way too fucking close makes me jump, but I suppress the yelp and swallow down any other noise he could hear from his position. Looking right, then left, I do a complete three-sixty before heading toward a huge trunk lying diagonal from my position.
My heel lands at an awkward angle on a big branch, but I ignore the searing jolt of electric pain that races up my leg and to the pit of my stomach. When I reach the trunk, I slam my back against the bark and place my hand over my mouth to avoid making too much noise with my breathing.
The smell of damp wood and fresh flowers overpowers anything else, the sound of my trepidation beating in my ears cancels out all other signs that he could be closer than I thought.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate on every tiny sound around me. The scratching of a running squirrel, the sound of a bird's intermittent song, the snapping of a branch.
The trunk is big enough that it hides every part of me, or at least I think it does. To be sure, I slide down—catching my cardigan on the bark—and try my best to make myself as small as humanly possible.
My breathing slows down one tiny notch, but my heartbeat is still going double time, so much so that I'm afraid of passing out and not getting to experience Meyer in all his glory.
With both hands on my mouth, I turn my head to the right, but see nothing, then turn my head to the left and—
"Miss me, Kitten?" This time, I do scream and instead of laughing it off and saying something like "Hey! You win, let's fuck now." I push against his chest and bolt like a thief in the direction of the trail where I plan to… fuck if I know what I have planned. I'm in flight mode, my logical brain unable to convey to my literal instincts that I'm not, in fact, in danger.
So I run.
Even though I know it’s a safe danger.
My brain is bouncing between the two, blending our game and reality, so I try to focus only on running.
Behind me, Meyer’s laughter is ominous, but also hot as fuck. Is it possible to be turned on and scared out of my mind at the same time?
Yes, yes it is.
Except, it’s exhilarating. Not at all like I thought it would be and it makes me want it more. To be able to flip my fear into something fun. Pleasurable.
Something new.
This time as I run, I'm not concerned with the sounds I'm making because I'm pretty sure by now that he has X-ray vision and he's also part vampire. How else was he able to see me and sneak up on me?
I find a shrub that's growing alongside two trees and, without thinking of what kind of animals or—God forbid—bugs are hanging out over there, I jump over the coarse leaves and crouch down with my arms over my head.
At this moment, I'm convinced that in a horror movie I'd be the first idiot to be slashed without having the time to scream. As I'm hiding, the pain from my bare feet begins to really make its presence known. Every inch of my feet are throbbing, some places with an acute pain that tells me they're open cuts.
It's fine. I'll be fine.
I already know he won’t let me get really hurt and he’ll look after me when we’re done, but for now, I revel in the pain because it means I’m winning.
I begin to wonder if I lost him. I can't hear anything. Then again, I didn't hear him earlier either. Except now I'm doubting his abilities. Like, maybe I really did ditch him. What happens if he doesn’t find me?
Confident that he's somewhere in the wrong direction, I slowly rise, my head peeking out just enough for me to see my surroundings when the scent of spice and musk catches me off guard.
Snapping my head to the side, I scream into the woods as his hand slaps against my mouth and his eyes come level with mine, a lethal grin making him look deadly and sexy all at the same time.
My heart races from the shock but I'm also wet, my panties clinging to my flesh as he leans down closer and growls, "We need to stop meeting like this, Kitten." His eyes drop to my chest where my boobs are practically falling over the gap in my blouse. That gorgeous smile pops wide, his pearly whites flashing like an omen.
His words, however, kick me out of my stupor. With all the strength I possess, I push against his chest once more, but he's anticipated my move. His body rooted in place, he reaches down with his free hand and wraps his fingers around my throat, pulling me up so I'm standing again. He doesn’t apply pressure with his hand, just his fingers on the sides lightly so my breathing isn’t restricted. It kicks my heart rate up again, but when I can breathe easily, the edge of panic flows away, allowing me to give in to the heady feeling of being caught.
"Do you give up?" I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't want me to hand myself over to him. He even told me as much earlier so, like a good little kitten, I do as I'm told.
"Fuck you!" Thrashing and kicking and punching whatever flesh I can reach, I get a shiver of satisfaction at hearing him grunt a couple of times. My eyes are closed, like the horror movie character walking that I am, but I really don't care.
His hand falls away, my neck free from his hold, and I bolt in the opposite direction, convinced he'll let me go like he did last time.
Oh, how wrong I am.
Searing pain in the back of my head makes my entire body freeze. Pulling me back by my hair with one arm locked around my waist, Meyer throws me down on a bed of dead leaves. With some kind of vampire witchery, he twists me around so that he's lying on top of me with both of my wrists trapped in his hold.
My brain stutters, but then I see the way he looks at me and remind myself he isn’t trying to hurt me. He seems to see my fear and gives me a second to take a few deep breaths.
I should give up. I should just give him my surrender, but I know he wants to earn it and I don't think he has yet.
Planting my feet, I push up, my hips bucking as much as possible. I catch him off guard for a split second, but it's just enough for his grip to loosen and for me to get enough room to throw him off me. Crawling backwards, I lock my jaw as my palm hits something sharp and a burning sensation brings tears to my eyes.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you look trying to run from me?" He stands, walking my way as I try to skitter away like a bug about to squished.
"I'll scream!"
"God, I hope so."
Holy shit, his voice is like chocolate-covered strawberries, smooth and rich with a tart undertone. I'm so wet, it's laughable. I wonder if those Blair Witch assholes got horny while running for their lives.
Probably not. They were sane.
Me? I'm the opposite. I want him to catch me but at the same time, I want this adrenaline to keep coursing through my veins. It’s addictive when it comes like this. It’s new and heady and I want to never feel it any other way ever again. I feel a little nuts to want this so much, given my past, but this doesn’t feel crazy, and I think that’s because of Meyer. He makes me feel safe, which makes this okay and not even close to something I shouldn’t want.
When Meyer finally decides to pounce, I'm not entirely ready for him, but it doesn't matter. We scramble around the dirt and leaves, my back getting scratched, even through my clothes, but all I feel is wetness between my legs and an overwhelming need to be filled by him. I fight him as much as I can, groaning every time his hard-as-steel cock rubs against my stomach and his breath fills my ears.
It doesn't take him long to subdue me, pinning me down at the hips with one arm over my throat and one hand clutching both of my wrists above my head. I'd fight, but I'm exhausted. More than that, I want this. I want him inside me. I want him to make new memories when I feel like this.
"I surrender," I whisper, taking sick pleasure in the way his eyes light up and his entire body locks up like it's game time.
"Oh, Kitten, you're going to regret those words in all the best ways." When his mouth comes down on mine, we clash like two celestial forces, brought together by the forces of nature. His tongue is pushing inside my mouth, our lips gliding and sliding as he dominates the kiss like he does with everything else in his life. I may not know much, but this I do know.
My hips buck again, but this time it's to feel his cock press against me, to know what's coming. Still, his mouth doesn't pull away.
Even though I've given him my surrender, my body is still in fight mode, bucking and pulling on my wrists to rid myself of his hold on me. This only drives him harder, gets him more invested in our little primal game. He's kissing me with his entire body, chest to chest as his cock grinds into me through our clothes.
"Do you still surrender?" I grit my teeth at his question. Part of me wants to keep fighting, keep pushing him. I want the game to continue. I want the lack of control in a controlled environment. In any other context, this would be terrifying. The adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream, though, is like a high I've never experienced before.
"Yes."
"Good girl."
That tiny second of praise is all he needed for me to melt into his touch and relax my muscles just enough for him to slide the hand that was on my throat right between my legs.
I moan as his fingers graze the tender skin of my inner thighs. Leaning closer, he presses on my wrists as he brings his lips to mine, a whisper-touch as he speaks. "Your pussy is so hot it's practically burning my hand."
I should be embarrassed by his words, but instead, I thrust my hips up just enough for his finger to caress my panty-clad pussy.
I'm getting impatient, tired of lying here on this forest bed with whatever creatures trying to live their lives. I need him to do something.
Anything.
Like he can hear my frustration, he grunts across my lips and pushes two fingers up my pussy, panties and all. It's an odd feeling, like he's there but not there. His impatience must be as legendary as mine because the next thing I know, my panties are gone and his fingers are back inside me. Thick, talented fingers pumping in and out of me as I ride him without a single care in the world. I'm fucking his fingers and I'm not ashamed.
"Fuck this." Arching my back so he can get even deeper, I almost miss his words as he pulls his hand away from between my legs, hikes what's left of my skirt, and kneels at my core, my legs over his shoulders.
What follows is pure bliss. His mouth lands on my pussy, his tongue fucking it like he fucked my mouth. Domination is one thing, what he's doing is decimating me for any other man.
Hands on my ass, he presses against my flesh and pulls apart the globes as he devours me. Lips and teeth and tongue all working together, assaulting me in the best way.
I'm in the middle of the fucking woods as Meyer eats my pussy like a champion, a gold medalist at cunnilingus, and I'm the lucky girl who gets to experience it.
I'm fisting the ground beside me as he laps up my juices, my fingernails scratching the earth beneath me while he sucks on my pussy lips. It's fucking glorious. He's fucking glorious. This whole fucking scenario is perfection made only better when he sucks my clit into his mouth and my entire body lights up like the Fourth of July. My back arches toward the sky as a cry erupts from my lips. Still, Meyer keeps on sucking on my clit.
I can't breathe, my chest feels tight as he flicks my clit then returns his tongue to my cunt and drinks everything I have to give him.
I may feel like Jell-O right now, but I still feel empty. I need him inside me, I need to quench this hunger he's created in me.
"Dick. Inside. Now." Sentences are too difficult for me, so I'm using essential words to get my point across.
He gets it.
Pulling me up by my wrists, he bends enough to pick me up by my bare thighs and push me against the nearest tree. I inhale the deep forest scents that surround me as he brings his cum-covered mouth to mine and feeds me my orgasm. I taste myself, revel in the fact that my body made him this hard.
Making quick work of his button and zipper, my hazy mind barely has time to register the beauty that is his cock as it springs free and bobs against his stomach. It's long and thick and perfectly impatient with a bead of cum peeking out from the slit at the head.
I can't wait to—
"Oh, my God!" Banging my head against the bark, I forget about the pain as he dives into my pussy as far as he possibly can.
We both groan, our heads tilted toward the sky as we savor this moment. The first time his cock pushes against my walls, buried inside my pussy from head to root. It's the only time this will be his first and it's memorable.
"Goddamit, I knew you'd be fucking perfect."
I bite my bottom lip, my lids heavy with lust and my pussy squeezing his shaft, begging for him to move.
Pulling out just enough to tease me, he holds me with one hand as the other flies to my chin, his thumb pulling my mouth open by the bottom teeth.
Just as he pushes back inside me with a brutal thrust, he spits in my mouth then forces it closed.
"Swallow." I don't even think, I do as he says just as he pulls back out and slams inside me again. Over and over he grinds against my clit as his dick pummels my pussy like he owns me.
I don't complain. In fact, I want more. I want harder. So I do the only thing he'll understand.
I fight.
Thrashing away from him, I try to get down, hoping he won't allow it. Hoping he'll understand exactly what I'm after.
When he puts enough space between to look me straight in the eye, I know without a single doubt that he understands perfectly.
His eyes have a devil's spark to them, his grin promises filthy gifts, and his words are a reminder that he's the master of this game and I'm just his willing pawn.
"Oh, Kitten… I thought you'd never ask."
This time, his fingers latch onto my pulse points at my throat as he rears his hips back and plunges inside me over and over again at a mind-blowing speed. He's not making love, far from it. He's fucking the sanity out of me. My back is scratching against the bark, my mouth open in a silent scream as he steals every one of my gasps when he buries himself to the hilt.
Each and every time.
I can barely breathe, somehow making this whole fucking experience even better, more dangerous.
Every time he bottoms out, he grinds his groin against my clit, creating fiery sparks up and down my nerve endings. I've never felt anything like it. It's insane and it's the best thing in the world.
"Time to say thank you, Kitten, by coming on my cock."
Holding me up only by my thighs, he thrusts in and out, in and out, over and over again until I don't know if this is real or a dream I don't want to wake up from.
"Now, come right fucking now." I don't know how it's possible, but I obey. My body releases all the pent-up adrenaline in my bloodstream as my orgasm forces my body to shake between the tree and the hard lines of Meyer's body. I gasp against his tight hold on my throat, my mouth opening and closing as I yell out my pleasure without uttering a single sound.
When Meyer freezes, I know he's joining me. My eyes open and I'm met with his wild eyes and clenched jaw. Even though he's pinning me down, I push against his hold and lick his bottom lip.
It's like a switch is flipped on. Meyer’s eyes lock onto me as his mouth slams against mine, kissing the breath right from between my lips. We're all tongues and teeth, fighting for control even though we both know who's had it this whole time.
It was me. At any time I could have stopped this, but there was no fucking way. I wanted this as much as I needed it.
As his cock pulses inside me, flooding me with his cum, I truly relax for the first time today. His body melts against mine, almost crushing me as he gets his breath back, but once he does, he stands, putting himself back together while I stay where I am.
I’m kind of over the bug thing in this moment because I am also a melty mess.
He smiles down at me, examining me before his brow furrows. “You’re hurt.”
“I am?” I murmur, and he curses under his breath before leaning down and picking me up. “You all seem to have a fascination with carrying me.”
He chuckles softly as I nestle against his chest. He holds me steady as he walks us out of the woods, which turns out to be less than three minutes away.
Huh, guess I got more turned around than I thought in there.
“We care about you, Kitten, and if you think I’m letting you walk on those feet right now, you don’t know me very well at all.”
“I’d say I know you much better than I did this morning,” I tease as he shifts my weight to open the car door before sliding me into the passenger seat and pulling the belt over my dirty, torn clothes. He chuckles as he pulls a twig from my hair.
“Yes, I guess you do. Now rest. I’ll get Rob to meet us at the house to make sure you’re actually okay.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” I groan, but he just stares at me and I already know it’s a losing battle. “Fine, fine, but I’m pretty sure he has better things to do than patch me up after sex.”
“He does what he’s told… unlike some people I know.” He stands and closes the door, and I stick my tongue out at him as he rounds the car.
“I can think of better things to do with that tongue, Kitten,” he teases once he’s in his seat.
I wink at him, wanting to see just how far I can tease him. “Oh, so can I, but I guess I’ll have to see your doctor instead.”
His hands clench the steering wheel as the car roars to life. “Well, Kitten, I guess you better be good for the doctor, otherwise I’ll just have to punish you after.”
His words are so serious, but all I can do is giggle. “Oh yeah? Such a deterrent.”
He glances over at me, his eyes dark, but a smile playing on his lips. “You have no idea.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I won’t say I’ve hidden the last two days, but I also can’t say I’ve left my room much either. Not that my trip with Meyer wasn’t fun… I mean, who hates orgasms? But I’ve been trying to work out what it is I actually agreed to and if it was a good idea.
Wanton me was ready to agree to sign over my soul, and it kind of feels like I did, but I can’t decide if I regret it or not. Which is the weirdest dilemma to be in. Surely, regret should be potent enough that I would know if I regretted that decision, but…
