Page 38 of Dark Tangled Truths
The forest is quiet. I can’t hear if they’re calling out numbers, but the helmets tend to muffle their words. For all I know they’ll remain quiet and communicate only through Bluetooth. Mywetness cools on my thighs. My pussy throbs with the need to be fucked again.
Do I want them to earn the right to fuck me? I lean back against a tree, trying to slow my breaths. I want to fight them. Not because I don’t want them to have me. I want them to fuck me so badly. I’m hoping to fuck them all at the same time. Feeling them pulse deep inside me. Taking them all.
But first they have to find me and catch me.
The anticipation sizzles through my blood. Asking them to wear their helmets makes it scarier. Like a horror movie brought to life. I want to be the helpless heroine. I want them to overpower me.
It feels wrong to want it this way, but they don’t judge me. And I don’t judge them. It’s why we’re comfortable with each other. It’s thrilling to hide and wait for them to find me. Even more thrilling to run from them, to make them catch me, knowing they’ll cushion my fall as much as they can.
My heart is in my ears as I try to pay attention to the night, to the forest around me, to the sounds that don’t fit. I draw in a breath and peek around the tree I’m behind. If they’re out there, I can’t see them. It must be close to a new moon tonight because there isn’t as much light as the other nights.
I step out from the tree and look around, but I don’t see the guys anywhere. The bikes are still in the parking lot, but I can’t see the guys. I creep forward and wince when a branch breaks beneath my step. When no one charges me, I step forward again.
Apparently, instead of being the hunted, I’m the hunter. Or maybe I’m both. My skin tingles with awareness and unease.
I draw my shirt together in my fist and try to stay low and against trees while I figure out where they’ve gone. The back of my neck prickles, and I turn sharply to see if someone is behind me.
Nothing’s there. The swell of anticipation falls. I could find a new hiding spot. Eventually they’ll look for me, right? It wouldn’t be much fun if we all just hid from each other tonight. I could call outredand find out what the deal is, but I don’t want this to end.
My pussy and ass are cold as I walk forward trying to find at least one of the guys. Maybe we’re circling each other. Of course, all they have to do to find me with this ring is open their tracking app. That shouldn’t be allowed while we’re playing, but we don’t have a lot of rules for this game.
I pause when I think I hear footsteps behind me. I spin and find nothing, not even a shadow. The breath I was holding eases out of me. Staying in one place, I wait to see if they’ll move again.
When I lose my nerve, I walk forward and the same echo follows me. I turn quickly and find no one. I swallow and release the fear building in me. No one knows about this place but us. I should have confirmed that with them.
I have a stalker. Or at least someone acting like a stalker. I stretch out my right hand. What if he shows up out here? What if he’s hurt my guys? My heart thrums quickly in my ears. Maybe this is a bad idea. My breath catches, and I turn a full three hundred and sixty degrees to see all around me.
My guys wouldn’t have gone down without a fight. They would have warned me. One guy couldn’t take them all out. But what if it wasn’t one guy? I shiver and press my thighs together.
This is so stupid.
I’m working myself up over probably nothing. But what if it’s something?
Taking a breath, I move toward the bikes. If I can get there, I can get my phone out of my backpack. I’ll call the police if the guys aren’t on me by the time I get to it.
After a few steps, I hear the same footsteps and release the uneasy breath in my lungs. I force myself to walk a few more steps before spinning to catch them. Nothing.
When I turn back toward the bikes, a figure in black in a helmet stands about ten yards ahead of me.
CHAPTER 13
EvanAnn
I takean involuntary step backward from the figure, and something in the corner of my eye catches my attention. Another figure shirtless, but wearing his helmet, stands in the open, not trying to hide or approach.
They both stand there motionless. My heart pounds in my ears. When I turn back the way I came, the third figure is there. These are my guys. I feel it in my soul, but the fear still clings to me. The fear I’m being hunted by someone I don’t want hunting me.
Anyone could be behind those helmets. It’s part of the fantasy, but also terrifying.
My breath stutters in my chest. I need to run. I need to get away.
They aren’t moving. They just stand there, watching me, letting my panic build.
I narrow my eyes, but then focus, and run in the direction they aren’t. It’s away from the bikes like they’re herding me back into the forest. I can’t hear their feet over the pounding of my own and the frantic beat of my heart in my ears.
I release my shirt because running while clutching it is awkward and I don’t want to fall. I duck behind a tree, knowingthey’ll be on me any minute. Expecting it, counting on it. I’m not going to be run to the ground this time.
No, I’m going to stand and fight. Not that I can take out athletes, but I have some combat training. Okay, stage combat training, but I just won’t pull my blows and actually aim for the soft spots we’re told not to hit.
