Page 66 of Hide and Seek
“I’m not like most students here,” he says, not sounding at all bothered by my questions.
I snort-laugh before I can stop myself. “Yeah, no shit. I’d think you were a fed or a sleeper agent if you weren’t wasting your time watching me.”
His laugh is low and a bit throaty, and something in my chest flares, like a little burst of adrenaline.
“We’re close to a cabin,” he says. “That’s how I know where we are without needing my compass.”
“There are cabins out here?” I haven’t explored a lot of the vast woods, but I did look up the topographical maps in the school records when I first got here. None of them showed any cabins or buildings.
“Come on,” he says, making a “follow me” motion.
My legs are still a bit shaky, but I keep up with him as he leads me through the trees. We’re only walking for about twenty seconds when a structure seems to appear out of nowhere in front of us.
It’s a cabin, exactly like he said.
“What is this place?” I ask as I check it out.
It’s hard to see many details in the dark, but the building is square and squat, with a peaked roof, a tall chimney, and shutters covering the windows. It’s obviously been here for a while, but the exterior is in good shape, and the grounds around it have been tended to. There’s a firepit in front with dark ashes in it and a small shed next to the building that probably has a generator based on the thick power cord connecting theshed with the cabin. There’s also a stack of wood neatly piled along one side of the building, which tells me the cabin isn’t abandoned and that it's either been used recently or will be used soon.
The woods surrounding the school are vast, and the school boundary is several miles from the campus border. There’s no way I ran that far, so it has to belong to the school. At least we don’t have to worry about any trigger-happy locals shooting us for trespassing.
“It’s used for house business,” he says in that sexy voice that makes my stomach feel funny.
“House business?” I glance at him. Does he mean one of the frats?
It feels weird to be talking about any of this with the guy who just fucked my brains out after chasing me through the woods in an X-rated game of hide and seek, but at the same time, it feels completely natural.
He nods, and it’s then I notice the edges of his hood don’t move with the motion. I can’t be sure because it’s dark, but it looks like the material is reinforced so it’ll keep its shape. That explains why it hasn’t slipped or fallen back.
Being as covert as possible, I rake my gaze up and down his body elevator-style. His sweater is fitted, showing off his broad shoulders and thick arms, and the material is so matte it doesn’t reflect any of the moonlight beaming down on it. His pants are slim fitting, and my stomach does a little wobble as I trace my eyes over his full ass and thick thighs. Well-defined thighs have always been one of my weaknesses, and so are firm, round asses that happen to be attached to well-defined thighs.
I tear my gaze from his ass and fix it on the cabin.
“When you said it belongs to one of the houses, do you mean one of the frats?” I ask tentatively.
He nods again and motions for me to follow him as he heads back the way we came.
“Does that one belong to the Kings?” I ask as I fall into step beside him.
He shakes his head. “The Rebels.”
“Rebels?” I ask. “In King territory?”
“This isn’t King territory.”
“It isn’t?”
“You really have no idea how far you ran, do you?” He sounds amused. “We’re in Rebel territory.”
“Really?”
He nods.
Jesus, I did run far, and in the opposite direction than I thought I did.
Thank fuck one of us knows where we are, and I make a mental note to bring my compass with me the next time we do this, just in case.
I almost trip over an exposed root at that thought. What the fuck? His cum hasn’t even fully dried yet, and I’m already thinking about next time?
