Page 20 of Hunt for You

So, I’d taken hold of myself and remembered how she laid back on that bench in the gym and opened her knees…

I imagined that I was standing between those pretty knees and I reached down, laying my hands over her breasts first, stroking the insides of those soft rounds as her nipples rose under my touch, then sliding down her body, gripping her so tightly my fingers made dents in her soft flesh, until I reached her stomach, then I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her workout shorts and drew them slowly down, down, until I exposed her—clearly ready for me, which made me groan—then revealed her pale thighs. Then I dragged the shorts down her firm calves, took each foot in my hand, and pulled it through the stretchy fabric. And when I had both feet free, I tossed the shorts over my shoulder.

And she smiled at me.

My mouth went dry when she grasped the underside of her sports bra and pulled it up and off, baring both breasts.

My breath got shorter. Heavier.

She arched her back as I slid both hands all the way up from where I’d been cradling her ankles, trailing my palms upthe backs of her calves, cupping my hands behind her knees, then tightening my grip and pulling her legs wider as I yanked her towards me.

She squeaked, worried she’d fall off the bench, giggling as she struggled to balance on the narrow pad. But then she sighed as I sat down on the end of it, and grabbed for her, pulling her right up onto my aching lap as I leaned over her.

She bit her lip and reached for my chest as she wrapped her legs around my waist and rolled her hips to bring us together—she was already slick, and I groaned.

My hand was trembling as I slid it under the hollow of her back and lifted her hips, positioning myself, then plunged into her in a single, sharp thrust.

She arched, one hand slapping to my neck as her eyes rolled back and she gasped my name.

Overcome with the perfect pleasure of her, I lowered myself over her, arching my back, grasping the top of the bench over her shoulder and gripping it until my knuckles turned white, using that arm to brace myself and pin her to me as I gripped her hip with my other hand and pulled her onto me with each powerful thrust.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, threatening to break the skin, but I just wanted more.

And the harder I pumped into her, the more her breasts bounced. And her nipples were so hard I felt them drawing back and forth against my chest—

It had takensecondsbefore my body was convulsing and I was choking on my own cries.

And just a few seconds more before I was sweaty, shaking, and coated in shame.

No.

No, no, no, no, no…

This wasn’t why I was here.

This wasn’t why I’d hunted her down.

This wasn’t what I was here to do.

But I couldn’t stop wanting it. Wantingher.It was a death sentence. And not the good kind.

If I didn’t get myself together, we were both completely fucked.

Or not.

And I couldn’t decide which was worse.

7.Going Off List

~ BRIDGET ~

I was walking down the aisle at Walmart, frowning at the list. I’d gotten all the medical supplies quickly—bandaids, disinfectant, bandages and medical tape all in various sizes and lengths, ice packs, and a thermometer. Even a wrist-brace, a reversible sling, and some finger splints, which made me raise my eyebrows. But none of that wasentirelyunexpected. He’d said there would be several hunts. And since I was presumably going to live through all except the last, I supposed it made sense that I might need medical supplies in the aftermath.

The entirely black, athletic clothes were easy to figure out, but harder to find. It seemed like everything had little pops of color, visible brands, or those mesh cut-outs. Yet, I got there.

There were a few other random items that weren’t hard to find, but the last few things had me stumped. I was definitely going to need to go somewhere else after this.

A burner phone I could understand, I supposed. Though they were hard to find prepaid these days. And it wasn’t like there wasn’t already a trail on my computer to him. I mean, it would take some FBI hot shot with a grudge to find him. But Iwasn’t stupid. I knewnothingwas completely hidden anymore. Plus, I had screenshots.

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