Page 74 of Deviant
I pull back.
He chases me, but I don’t let him have it.
His eyes open and they’re very dark, his chest is moving fast, and he looks…undone. This man, who has been in control of every single one of our interactions all summer, who always had the next move already in his hand, looks completely undone by me not letting him have another kiss, and I feel something in my chest that is pure satisfaction.
“There’s a trail,” I say. “Behind the lot. Go down to the river.”
He stares at me. “You scoped this out.”
“I had a long car ride here, you asshole.”
Something electric moves across his face. “Rhett?—”
“Run.”
He looks at me, looks at my eyes—reads whatever is there, and I let him. I don’t hide any of it; I let him see exactly what I mean and exactly what’s coming.
Because for right now, I’m the one in charge.
The corner of his mouth moves.
Then he goes.
He breaks from the wall and runs and I watch him—the darkness swallowing him as he hits the tree line, the sound of his boots on dirt. And I stand there and count.
Twenty-eight.
Twenty-nine.
Thirty.
I go.
The trail is narrow and dark, tree cover blocking most of the sky, but I move fast. I know where I’m going and he doesn’t, and that knowledge sits in my chest like something lit.
I can hear him ahead.
I run him down.
It takes maybe two minutes before I find him at the river’s edge, the water catching the moonlight, a massive granite boulder rising from the bank on the near side. He’s breathing hard and when he hears me coming, he spins. There’s thatlook again—the flicker of fear, the heat underneath it—his chest heaving and his eyes finding me in the dark.
He doesn’t run anymore.
He makes me come to him, which is very Colt, but I go anyway. Crossing the bank, I get a hand in his hair and walk him backward until his back meets the boulder. The granite is still warm from the day’s sun and he makes a sound when he hits it that goes straight through me.
“You ran hard.” I press my hips against him, letting him feel my hard cock against his own dick. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. That’s what you’ve been doing to me every single morning on the fucking ranch.”
He opens for me immediately when I kiss him and his hands grip my hips like anchors. I think about every moment this summer when I made myself look away from him.
I don’t look away now.
I put my mouth on his jaw, his throat, the place below his ear that makes his head tip back, and I learn him the way I should have let myself weeks ago. The way I would have if I hadn’t been so busy being afraid.
“Rhett.” His hands grip my hips and drag me closer. “Tell me you came prepared because I swear to God…”
I reach into my jacket pocket.
He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a laugh and I feel it against my neck. “You planned this.”
