Page 17 of Accidental Abduction

“10…9…8…”

Hudson

“Better get going beforeyou run out of time.”

She hesitated, her fingers twitching as I stepped backward, moving myself away from her tempting body. I hadn’t remembered her feeling so good in my arms.

“7… I don’t see you moving. It’s like you don’t even want to play.”

This was her idea, and now that she was having her moment, she was freezing.

“6… You’re not making this very fun. I thought you wanted some excitement.”

That seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she was in, and I watched her teal tipped pigtails sway as she darted into the trees.

Blood rushed in my ears as I slowly followed, my breath almost oppressive against the plastic of the mask. This thing was fucking hot, but it wasn’t as unbearable with the cooler temperature outside.

Inside, on the packed dance floor, surrounded by people, I’d been almost claustrophobic, especially when she’d wrapped her arms around me and scratched her nails down my back. She’d never done that before. And the sudden sharp bite of pain it ignited sent a thrill through me. I wanted—no, Ineeded—her to do it again.

The leaves crunched under my sneakers, a cool wind howling in the distance as it crossed the ravine where a creek separated the town from the plot of land my family owned along the edge of the city limits.

A sense of unease rushed through me as I realized if she wasn’t careful, and turned off the trail ahead, that she could go plummetingdown a thirty-foot drop to the shallow water before I could reach her.

“I thought you were chasing me.” Her playful voice carried through the breeze, and I turned toward it, letting the tension ease and the adrenaline kick in.

“5...” I shouted, a thrill running through me as a shriek sounded from not too far away.

“4...”

“You’re slow as fuck!” she giggled, and part of me was happy that she was seeming to enjoy this game. I’d been so worried earlier that this was a terrible idea. That I’d do something wrong or say something wrong and drive her away forever.

“3...”

A twig snapped from behind a tree a few yards off the trail to my right and I paused, listening for signs of her.

Squinting through the eye holes in my mask, I saw a flash of pink from the bottom of her boots. The moonlight reflected off the white mask obscuring half her face. She looked almost ethereal, peeking around from behind the large trunk, squeaking when she saw me standing closer than she clearly expected and covering her mouth before she ducked out of sight again.

“2… You’re really terrible at hiding from me.”

She giggled again, and I followed the peals of laughter, stalking off the trail and watching for flashes of pink as I picked up my pace.

“1… Here I come...”

A small hand darted out from behind a tree as I passed it, and she pushed me up against the trunk, a grunt escaping my mouth as she looked up at me.

“Not yet,” she whispered, pressing her body against mine, flattening her palm against the front of my jeans. “But I bet you will be soon.”

The little minx had turned the tables on me, and I wasn’t mad about it. She squeezed, a rush of pain coursing through me at her tight grip, immediately followed by a release of endorphins when a feeling took over my body I’d never felt before.

We had some intense sex over the years, but the buildup before had never left this intense of a primal need to claim her.

“You didn’t try very hard to get away from me. Weren’t you scared that the stranger following you into the woods was going to do something bad to you?”

Her eyes locked onto mine, holding me in place as her fingers fumbled with my belt, unbuckling it and tugging down my zipper. I throbbed against the material of my boxer briefs, aching for her to touch me.

“Maybe I wanted to do something bad to him instead.”

She hadn’t told me about this part of the fantasy. I hadn’t even known she could be this playfully dominant. She’d always let me take the lead, be the pursuer, the one who initiated things, the one who was on top. The one who was in control.

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