Page 28 of Ride With Me

Reyes Padilla, my stepfather and the reason I was in this mess to begin with, just raised his eyebrow at me.

“What do you think?”

I swallowed, my mind racing. This was my chance. Stick to my guns and run. Sure, maybe he’d chase me down, but maybe he wouldn’t bother. My mom would probably question him, but he was a smart man. He’d come up with something. It wasn’t like I was never going to speak to her again. Once I was settled somewhere, I always planned on reaching out. I probably should’ve left her a note so she didn’t worry or call the cops. But I guess that was all moot since Rey found me. I wondered what he told Mom?

“Wild, this is your last chance to do this the easy way. Get your ass in this car, now.”

I turned my head to glance at the field. I should just do what he said. I didn’t want to be out here anymore, and Rey wouldmake it all right. But the fire in his eyes promised a world of things I shouldn’t want but really fucking did. Suddenly, it didn’t seem enough to give in and obey. This wasn’t going to be a simple car ride home like he’d done for me countless times. He didn’t need to say the words for me to understand that.

Well, if he wanted to play like that, he’d have to work for it. I took one step like I was headed to the car, then turned on my heel and made a run for it, Rey cursing in the background.

CHAPTER 2

REY

That little shit!I cursed my stepson out with every possible word I could think of as I put the car in park and climbed out. This was what he wanted. There was no chance of him outrunning me. It didn’t matter that I was twenty years older than him, I hadn’t seen Wild run willingly once in all the years I knew him. Me? I ran track my entire life. Got a college scholarship for it, even made it as far as the Olympic qualifiers once. Maybe I wasn’t as fast as I used to be, but I kept the training up, and it would take no time at all to chase down the brat.

Which was why I was going to have some fun with him. I leaned against the side of the car and squinted into the darkness. I couldn’t really make him out, but I could hear his muttered curses and squeaks as he tripped his way through the field. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. If the little fucker wanted to play games, I’d play all right. But it would end up the way we both wanted it, with him in the car, panting my name under me.

It wasn’t an accident that Wild found the pictures. Fuck, it was insulting he thought I was so stupid as to just leave them in an unprotected folder right there for anyone to find. I offered Wild to use my computer today when he was complaining abouthis being too slow to work on his assignment. I planned for him to see them. I took a lot of time handpicking exactly which ones I wanted him to “come across”. They were ones I was sure would send him in my direction.

But then the brat ran. I would’ve let him go if I didn’t see the video of him getting himself off as he clicked through them. He was scared and probably felt guilty about his mom. He should’ve realized I’d never let go without making sure she was cared for first. It was why I told her yesterday I wanted a divorce. I might have been a pervert, but I wasn’t a fucking cheater.

I put out the cigarette and pushed away from the car. I popped the trunk and got a few supplies. Time to hunt and teach this the boy a lesson. Wilder was mine. Now I had to make him understand that.

I took my time as I followed the trampled path through the field. He wasn’t even trying to hide his tracks. That was my fault, really. I never taught the boy how to survive. He was always a little soft, and I’d nurtured that, loved that side of him. It never bothered me that he preferred dolls to trucks as a kid. I was the one who’d bought him that purple sparkly tutu when he was eight and brought him to see Lady Gaga for his sixteenth birthday. He was my son, so who gave a fuck about anything else?

It was only the last year or so that I started seeing him differently. As more than my kid. It began innocently enough. I accidentally walked into the bathroom when he was getting out of the shower. I only saw a glimpse before turning around and leaving, but it was enough.

I wanted to let my obsession go. I was married to his mom for fuck’s sake. I’d raised the kid. But the more I tried to ignore it, the worse my obsession became. It was six months ago that I caved completely to the craziness inside my head and plantedthe cameras. It was then that I realized I was past the point of no return.

Losing my patience, I picked up my pace. I could use my flashlight, but what fun would that be? This chase was already too easy.

Wild tripped and cursed loud enough that anyone in a five-mile radius would hear him.

“Fuck, that fucking hurt!”

I almost stopped, shouted to make sure he wasn’t really injured, but then Wild climbed to his feet and was running again. Time to stop the game.

I was on him in seconds. Really, it wasn’t fair. I should probably train him once he was officially mine. I never wanted him to lose the softness that made him Wild, but this was just pathetic. If anyone else but me was chasing his ass, he would’ve been dead.

I tackled him from behind. I wasn’t even quiet about it or fast. Wilder all but stopped when he sense me coming. I couldn’t tell if it was a deer-in-headlights thing or if he was just tired of running. Either way, the end was result was us both crashing into the ground, my considerably larger body weight crushing him.

“Jesus, fuck, Rey, get off me.” He whined as he wriggled underneath me.

I didn’t think it was his intention, but as he fought to get from under me, his ass rubbed against my dick, back and forth. I was nearly hard as I struggled to keep him still.

I slapped the side of his thigh. “Enough, Wild. Settle.”

Wild pushed back in rebellion, then his whole body stilled. He twisted his head to face me, with those big, surprised eyes, when he felt my erection rub against him. I pushed one hand on the center of his back, holding him in place as I ground my hips across his ass.

“Do you feel that, princess? Your bratty behavior is making Daddy hard.”

Wild keened. The most obscene, sexy fucking sound I’d ever heard.

“Oh, you like that huh? My hard dick rubbing against you? You wish it was inside you, don’t you. Filling you up. I know how much you liked to be filled.”

I wasn’t sure if he even realized it, but Wild was humping the ground, his sounds getting louder, as he stopped pretending to fight.

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