Page 32 of Better Run
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Hmmm.” He rubs the flat of the blade against my cheek. I jerk my face away, scraping it on the tree’s rough bark.
“What were you going to do after that? Lick my blood off it? Fuck yourself with it?”
“What?” I tremble.
“What a nasty little girl.”
Jayden buries his face in my hair and pulls in a deep breath. I feel his chest expanding from where he’s pressed into me.
“Watch out, Jay.”
Jayden shifts slightly, and a cold blade presses to my right hip. I stop breathing.
“Let me help you with these.” There’s a ripping noise, and he cuts all the way down my pant leg. He does the same with every layer I have on until the scraps are hanging down and cold air rushes up my leg and to my wet core.
Jayden eases up the pressure so I can shift slightly to see Cole better. He looks violent. He pulls something out of his pocket. It shines dull in the moonlight. The spice shaker.
My heaving breathing stills. I feel the rough bark under me. The pressure of Jayden’s fingers. His steady rise and fall of breath. I feel my heartbeat; fast, like a rabbit.
“I’m all for being fair.” Cole reaches out and caresses my bare thigh. “You fucked me with this, so I’ll fuck you with it.”
I gasp.
He spits on it and I feel his hand go between our legs and up to my center.
I start fighting for real now. Jayden presses me into the tree, my struggles barely moving him.
“No, no, no, no!”
“Fuck.” He looks up at Jayden with dark eyes. “She’s so wet.”
I bury my nose in the tree, embarrassed he can tell how turned on I am.
Jayden’s chest rumbles. “Relax, kitten. Let him in.”
Cole’s fingers massage my clit, spreading the wetness around until the cool air hits it, and I’m struck with both heat and cold. He pushes a finger into me. I gasp and still.
“You feel me in you? This is my pussy. His pussy. It can be as depraved as you want, but only for us.”
I feel his arm flexing between our legs, and he puts another finger in. He pumps them in and out while playing with my clit with his thumb. Wet sucking sounds fill the night.
“God damn, Cole,” Jayden says.
I tremble in Jayden’s hold. “Fuck…you.” But my voice is breathy. Cole chuckles, and I buck.
“So responsive,” he says. He works me expertly, and I fight pleasure. I feel Jayden’s hardness press into my lower back. I’m no longer fighting him. I’m fighting myself. Not to feel this. Not to enjoy it. I think about home. I think about Kyle.
Cole slaps my pussy, hard. “Where did you go, little one? Get out of your head.”
Despite myself, I moan. The pain was shooting, and the pleasure immediately after just as much so. It made my knees buckle a little. Jayden holds me up.
Cole smacks me again and I cry out this time. He pinches my clit between his fingers, and pulls it away from my body rhythmically, in a pulsing motion. “That’s right. Hate me. Hate me so damn good.”
My entire body stiffens.
“Yes, kitten,” Jayden murmurs in my ear, “Come for him.”
