Page 1 of Blood
CHAPTER ONE
Kaleb
My chest heaves and my throat burns with every panted breath. Puffs of cold air collect in front of my face as my fingers grapple with my belt buckle.
Outside at the end of October isn’t the ideal time for this, but it’s been fucking weeks, and I’m done waiting.
I need this.
The knife tucked beneath my tee presses farther into my back with every jostle of the leather in my hands. A sharp reminder of what may come after.
My cock couldn’t get any harder.
Leaves crunch as the woman in front of me crawls backward. The lip between her teeth hides her own rushed breaths, but her bare chest is proof of our little chase.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl.
Her hands still, clutching the edges of her torn blouse.
“I’m cold.” She shivers.
“I don’t fucking care.”
I’m not paying her to be fucking warm.
She matches my glare with one of her own, her black eyebrows pull down, and the sight annoys me. I glance at her golden locks.The next one needs to be a natural blond.
My cock throbs, reminding me of why I’m in the woods in the middle of fucking winter. With my belt open, my fingers move to my zipper.
“Money first!”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet before tossing two hundred dollars onto the frosted ground at her feet. “Tits out and pull up your fucking skirt,” I order. The metal at my back shifts again, tempting me to end tonight in more than a quick fuck.
“Asshole,” she whispers.
I drop to my knees between her spread legs with a chuckle. “What I’m about to do to you makes me an asshole.”
Opening my wallet again, I grab the small wrapper tucked next to the bills at the back and secure it between my teeth, then I drop my wallet beside her hip.
Shuffling forward, I release my pants button and reach into my boxers, hissing as my cold fingers brush the sensitive skin aching for attention.
“I’m wet and ready.”
“I don’t care.” I shoot back through my clenched teeth.
The tips of my fingers barely wrap around my cock when my text tone pierces the air. Rolling my eyes, I brush it off.
It’s probably the family group chat.
But it sounds again and again. Three quick texts followed by silence.Fuck!Condom still in my mouth, I keep my eyes on the woman spread out before me as I dig out my cell.
Dad: 911
Dad: 911
Dad: 911
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
