Page 69 of Bad Boy
Everyone knows you stay on the trails. These aren’t residential neighborhood trees. This is a wild and untamed mountain forest.
He laces his fingers with mine, our hands sweaty, but neither of us cares. I’m already on edge; I don’t need to add freakin’ bears to the mix!
“There are no other options, Linc. I promise I won’t ever let anything happen to you.” He’s using his calm voice again, soothing me. Making me believe him. Believe that he wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt me.
Remi steps into the dense thicket before us, pulling my hand and tugging me with him. Squeezing hard, I don’t let go of his hand.
With only the light of our phones to guide the way, this is really eerie. Too eerie. I don’t like horror movies for a reason.
“Hold onto me, and don’t let go. Do what I say, and we’ll be fine,” he whispers urgently. I grasp onto the hoodie he apparently had time to throw on during my freakout. And thankfully, his shoes, too.
The forest thickens around us, our boots crunching on leaves and twigs. Running on uneven ground and leaping over fallen branches isn’t the easiest path, but I don’t think they’ll follow us here. Remi is right; it’s the smartest and only option.
The rustle of small creatures and our own labored breathing is the only thing I can hear. No more sirens. No other people. It’s like we’ve stepped into another world.
Remi and I weave through the trees, ducking and dodging the tangled branches as they swipe at us. It feels like we’ve been running for two miles, and I’m not sure how much longer I can go. I don’t have the endurance that Remi does.
An owl hoots overhead, startling me. When my legs threaten to give out, I grab onto his hoodie harder and stumble into him, nearly taking us down.
“Whoa. Whoa. Preppy.”
He spins around and grabs onto my biceps. He’s breathing heavily, eyes gleaming in the harsh light of our phones. It’s pitch black out here otherwise. The trees are too dense to allow any moonlight in.
“You okay? I think we lost them,” he whispers between heaving breaths.
I lean forward and rest my forehead on his shoulder, letting him hold some of my weight. “I think we lost ourselves. Where even are we?” I whisper back urgently.
“Gus said it’s a straight shot through the woods behind the barn, then we’ll be back to the neighborhood we parked in. I got this. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you, Preppy.”
I bite my lip at his possessive words. There’s this constant arousal vibrating under my skin every time I’m near him, giving me a half-chub.
And it’s not a fear boner.
A low, gruff sound rumbles in the back of his throat, and I step toward him automatically.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he growls, and my lust-hazed brain can’t understand what he’s asking.
“Tell you what?”
“You know what, Preppy. That it was Connor who knocked you off your moped. Coulda saved me the inconvenience of kicking his ass twice.”
“I didn’t want you to get into a fight over me, Remi. I know you’re not ready to talk about exactly what happened in Detroit, but you can’t risk your future over somebully. Although, it was kind of amazin’ to see Connor finally get his butt handed to him.”
I press my mouth to his and walk him until his back hits the tree behind us. I weave my fingers through his messy, soft hair, tugging slightly.
“And hot. It was really freakin’ hot to see you defend my honor like that, Remi,” I confess breathily.
He groans into my mouth, slipping his tongue in and turning a simple press of the lips into a heated, soul-devouring kiss.
Remi’s kiss.
The only way he knows how to kiss.
Good grief.
He completely owns my mouth and then flips us so that I’m the one with my back pressed against the rough tree bark, his thigh between my legs. My already hard dick grinds against that muscled thigh. I grasp onto him like a drowning man clinging to a life raft.
Remi finally pulls his lips away, resting his forehead against mine as the wind howls, rustling the leaves around us. “We need to keep going. We can’t do this here.”
