Page 54 of The Dating Pact

“I’ll give you a head start.” I slipped the mask on over my head, but she stayed in place in front of me, gaping wide-eyed. “Better run, honeybee. Might not like it when I catch you.”

She backed away, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

I stepped toward her. “Ten.”

She shrieked in laughter.

“Nine.”

“Oh my god!” She ducked around me as she ran out of the room, her footfalls heavy through the house.

“Eight,” I shouted, and the screen door slammed.

Underneath the mask, I grinned. I liked this game.

After counting down, I made my way outside, my palms sweaty and tingling. I didn’t run, but my heart raced. I wore jeans and boots, and I clomped along the dirt path to the field, pausing to listen to movement, waiting for her laugh. It would give her away anywhere.

“I’m coming for you, honeybee,” I hollered, and I heard it, her giggle from behind the corn stalks.

Careful not to knock any down, I ducked between rows, following the rustling. Once I stepped out of the corn, I started a jog, weaving around lettuce, potatoes, carrots, and parsnips. She was always trying to get me to eat parsnips, but I didn’t even know what the hell they were.

Brooke glanced over her shoulder, running between the trellises with vines of tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers, her smile bright in the dying sunshine, her ponytail flying all over the place.

“You think you can hide from me?” I asked as she darted toward the eggplants.

“No, but I can outrun you!” She hit a hard right and dodged my hand when I leaped for her, jumping over the squash. She squealed, narrowly avoiding me, and I pivoted, determined to catch her, my adrenaline pumping relentlessly. Like all my blood.

I didn’t think it would be so hot. Not metaphorically, at least. Yet, here I was, my cock already hard, the idea of finally catching her making every step difficult. This was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever done with a woman in my life. Definitely the kinkiest.

Chasing her.

Chasing Brooke.

“Pretty little bee,” I droned, slipping more and more into character with every stride, and Brooke stopped, spinning on me, beautifully flushed.

Her smile faded the tiniest bit. “That’s actually really scary.”

I cocked my head to the side, and the whites of her eyes expanded. Her reaction sent goose bumps up my arms, so down for this cat-and-mouse game.

“I’m going to catch you,” I told her low and slow.

“And then what happens?”

For every step I took toward her, she took one back. “I’m going to take that elastic band out so I can wrap your hair around my hand.”

She tripped, bringing us even closer together, almost at arm’s length. “And then what?”

“I’ll put you on your knees.”

She inhaled sharply. She liked that idea.

“I’ll stuff my cock into your pretty little mouth.”

She licked her lips, and I gritted my teeth to keep from reaching for her and tearing off this mask to kiss her.

“Holy shit,” she murmured, stunned.

If I didn’t need to follow through with this fantasy, maybe I’d laugh. But she wanted this. Maybe even more than I did.

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