Page 149 of Chokehold
You guessed it.
That wasourmoment.
He stares down at the black mask in his hands, his eyes brimming with emotion.
Life has a way of coming full circle.
“Put it on.”
Cole’s blue eyes flick up, and his Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow.
“I won’t tell you again.”
A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth, easing his sharp features. It doesn’t matter how many years pass, Cole still brings me to my damn knees. Sometimes, like when his fucking phone dies, I can’t stop the fear creeping into my heart at the prospect of losing him. I almost did once. Never again.
I tilt my chin in his direction. “Mask on now.”
The fire shoots sparks into the night sky.
“Bossy,” Cole teases, but follows my order.
My heart hammers harder in response. Back then when he first claimed me, it was me running through the dark woods with Cole hot on my heels. I didn’t know who it was, but one thing was clear as day: I wanted it to be him. I wanted it so fucking badly.
When the mask is on, Cole drops his arms by his sides and blinks at me through the holes while awaiting further instructions.
Nothing excites my dick more than his submissive side. Especially after he has spent days away, letting his aggression out on the football field. Not that I allow my thoughts to drift in that direction. Last time I watched him play, I almost stormed the pitch and choked the fucker who shoulder sacked him and then had the fucking audacity to lie on top of him.
My eye twitches just thinking about it.
Fuck that… I need to bleach my brain or act on my murderous instincts. Either will do. But since Cole is less appreciative of the little psycho devil on my shoulder, I have to let my jealous side out to play in the bedroom instead. Besides,Cole secretly loves it, which is why he teased me earlier. He should know better than to poke the bear.
I tilt my head to the side, a smile spreading across my lips beneath the mask. “Five years ago, you chased me down and made me choke on your dick.” Cole watches me closely as I bend over to pick up the hockey stick in the grass. I straighten back up, resting it on my shoulder, and Cole’s eyes widen. “I’m curious what went through your head when you realized it was me. I mean…” Chuckles rumble in my chest. “It’s quite obvious what went through your head, if you get my drift. You were hard as a rock.”
Cole steps back, but his eyes never leave the hockey stick. Noticing, I twirl it. “Nice touch, don’t you think? Maybe I should whack you in the head with it, like you did to me at the swimming pool, remember? I always liked your brand of foreplay.”
More sparks erupt from the fire, the flames crackling in the night. “Here’s what will happen.” I press the hockey stick against his chest. “I’ll count to ten real nice and slow while you run like your life depends on it. The faster you run, the harder I’ll fuck you. Hear me? I want to fight for it.If you make it too easy for me, I’ll fuck you soft and gentle, like I imagine your team’s physiotherapist, who keeps giving you the fucking eyes would do.” I shove him with the hockey stick to drive home the point of how much I want to murder that man. “You should let me dispose of him, by the way.” I shrug, like we’re discussing what color of tie to wear for his next media event. “I don’t see the problem.”
Cole looks toward the trees, already trying to figure out what direction to run, so I place the stick beneath his chin and guide his eyes back to mine where they belong. “My point is, he would make sweet, tender love to you. But that’s not what you’re into,is it? You like it rough and hard. You crave the fight as much as I do.”
Cole slowly walks backwards, and I follow him step by step. The anticipation darkens his usually pale blue eyes to a deep shade of cobalt, which excites me almost as much as his next swallow. I love how all of these little nervous tells seduces the darkness in me.
“Next time he inspects a strain injury of yours, I want you to remember this.” I pretend to inspect the hockey stick. “He wouldn’t dream of whacking you in the head with it. But I would.” Our eyes meet, and my dick demands we cut this little chit chat short. “I would bruise you, mark you, and then make you come harder than you ever have.”
Another delicious step back.
“What’s the matter, Cole? You look nervous? Maybe even a little scared.” I wet my lips beneath the mask, basking in the hunt. “That’s good. You should be scared.” Resting the stick on my shoulder, I pause with my feet planted wide and my head tilted to the side. “Now, be a good little husband and run.”
Cole hesitates, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
“One…” My voice lowers. “Two.”
He dashes toward the trees, and I crack my neck in anticipation while continuing to count. The night is alive with sounds. Crickets chirp in the grass, the damp logs crackle in the firepit, and an owl hoots in the distance. We’re still hours away from the sunrise.
“Eight,” I shout, flexing my fingers. “Nine.”
A mild breeze teases the hairs at the nape of my neck.
It’s almost time.
