Page 26 of Hunted, Season Three

Yeah, we don’t have to worry about someone watching and listening and recording our every fucking movement so they can kill us and kidnap the mother of our child, but this McAdams shit isn’t quite done.

There’re loose ends.

Lotsof loose ends.

He’s not exactly some nomad the world’s never heard of or won’t notice went missing.

He’s got family.

Wealthy.Family.

And folks with money are always a problem.

Just ask Garcia.

He’ll be happy to provide proof.

As if she can hear my thoughts – or maybe because she’s thinking them too – Rabbit sweetly states, “One race down, Kid.”Small nodding is followed by her leaning in for a kiss.“Definitely one race down.”

“I’ll take one less race, baby,” he happily hums on a sweet cupping of her cheek.“And stay signed up for all the others.”

Her lips barely have time to finish curling upward before their mouths are smashing into one another.She instantly hums on impact and the sound…the cock swelling sound…convinces me to scoot closer.

Press my hip against hers.

Hungrily cross over to steal a taste of him.

Her.

Them.

Her again.

Teasing lashes lead to me tugging at the remains of her dress, an action that prompts The Kid to grab its edge.

Bunch it together.

Rip it over her head which leaves me no choice but to lower my mouth to her nipple.

Suck on it through the lacy fabric.

Graze my teeth in circles around the hardened nub until Rabbit’s winding her fingers though the back of my hair.

Yanking me closer.

Whimpering and whining and working our boyfriend’s face across her body until it matches mine – on the other side.

In tandem, we yank the material blocking our access downward and aggressively push her tits upward to feed ourselves, dark, delicious mouthful after mouthful after mouthful.

“Sir,” is airily leaked into the cold morning atmosphere, sight and timbre equally intoxicating, “more.”

Regardless of it being my name whimpered, it’s Kid that she needily clamps onto.

Leads back up to her lips by the tousled locks.

Tangles and twirls and twists tongues with while trundling her torso towards my ferocious feasting.

Feasting that darts over to nip on the now freed nipple.

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