Page 2 of Watching Him

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 would make 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, with him in the car, panting my name underneath me.

It wasn’t an accident that Wild found the pictures. Fuck, it was insulting he thought I was so careless as to just leave them in anunprotected folder right there for anyone to find. I offered Wild to use my computer today when he was complaining about his 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 take this step 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 before popping the trunk to get a few supplies. Time to hunt and teach 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 over 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 darkness inside my head and planted the cameras. 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!”

My nature to protect him almost got the best of me. I couldn’t bear the thought of him hurt, well, the bad kind of hurt anyway. Just when I was about to sprint over there and check on him, Wild stumbled to his feet and started running again. I could finally breathe, he was fine. Time to stop this game.

I was on him in seconds even with the major lead I gave him. It shouldn’t have been this easy. Wild wasn’t exactly athletic, but it almost felt like he wanted me to catch him. I grinned letting the predator in me take the driver’s seat.

Still, even if Wild was purposefully taunting me, I didn’t think all the tripping and stumbling was an act. I needed to train him once he was officially mine. I never wanted him to lose the softness that made him Wild, but he needed a way to protect himself, and it was on me that I let it go for this long.

Wild didn’t even notice that I had closed the distance between us. I waited, just directly behind him while the boy paused, looking this way and that, determining his next step. He was panting, and his clothes were stuck to his body with sweat.

“Fuck, where is he?”

“Right here.” I whispered, practically in his ear. Wild jumped, but before he could turn around I tackled him 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 completely hard as I struggled to keep him still.

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

Wild pushed back in rebellion, before his whole body stilled. He twisted his head to face me, with those big, surprised eyes, when he felt my erection rub against him.

“Fuck you, Rey. Get the hell away from me.”

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. He shook his head, like he was denying the way he truly felt, but I wouldn’t let that stand. I wouldn’t let him hide.

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