Page 41 of Those Who Are Bound

Shaking her head in mock exasperation, she was thankful he could get them back to a point of lightheartedness after her display. Even more aware of Jonah watching her, she stepped up onto the concrete pad, tapping the Frisbee against her thigh as she calculated her move. She gauged the distance and the wind, attempting a mask of concentration. She wasn’t completely focused, too aware of what had just happened and his attention on her. Although her gaze darted in her direction more than once, she tried not to be obvious; tried not to look at him. With a little shake of her head, she threw the disc, rather pleased with the initial trajectory.

So when the sudden gust of wind caught her Frisbee and took it soaring out of bounds, she took off across the field after it with cries of “no, no, no” while Jonah’s laughter followed her. Not only did she have to take a penalty point hit, but she would have to get her Frisbee back to the baskets on the other side of the trail it had blown over and the row of trees. Humor in her voice, she called back to him as he stood on the concrete tee, “Stop laughing!”

Jonah waved his Frisbee at her in acknowledgment and then sent it shooting off into the trees toward the baskets. She heard the collision as the plastic smashed into the chains.

“Seriously?” she called across the expanse, incredulous.

Jonah laughed and gave an exaggerated shrug. “I’ll wait for you.”

Her pained laugh echoed. “Ahh, man!”

Elliott threw her Frisbee from the out of bounds line; it took her four throws to get to the tree line and baskets.

Jonah was leaning back against one of those trees, arms folded across his chest, head tilted back with his face toward the sun, eyes closed, his relaxed face. The backpack was on the ground near his feet. His Frisbee still resided in the metal basket. She stared her fill; he looked yummy.

Shaking her head, Elliott made her last toss into the basket. Jonah smiled at the sound of the chains clinking, lowering his head as he looked at her, slowly opening his green eyes which stood out amongst the foliage.As delectable as he looked, she remained standing where she’d thrown from, arms akimbo, hip cocked as she rested her weight on her left side.

“You’ve made two hole-in-ones,” she pointed out.

“I have.”

“Both times after you kissed me.”

An eyebrow rose. “That’s true.” He rolled on the tree trunk and looked toward the next tee. “Hey, want to see if—?”

“No.” She laughed shortly. “No, I don’t want to see if it’s more than a coincidence. I amlosing!”

He gave her a knowing look. “It’s killing you.”

“It’s definitely maiming. But don’t let up for a minute. I don’t want to win dishonestly.”

He held out his hand to her. “Then allow me to continue to hand your lovely ass to you, Miss Rork.”

Elliott pointed out, “The wind helped you on the last one.”

“Divine intervention,” he quipped.

“Good Lord,” she muttered as she approached the basket.

“Exactly!”

Removing the Frisbees, she handed his over.

She had better luck on holes nine, ten, and eleven, and shrunk their point spread. On hole twelve, she was only a point behind him, so as she approached tee thirteen, Jonah jokingly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against him. He said he needed to provide her kryptonite so the point spread would widen. She’d squeaked and laughed, buckling her knees in order to lower her center of gravity so he’d lose his grip on her.

Instead, they both tumbled to the ground with crude, snorting guffaws. Within seconds, he had her on her back and was over her, claiming her. The moment his lips captured hers, her mouth opening to his, there was no more playful protest. On a sensual groan, she surrendered to him, arms stealing around his back, her legs parted to accommodate him. Leveraging her foot against the ground, she rolled her hips in welcome. He thrust against her, his erection pressing against her desperately aching pussy, which elicited another pleased moan from her.

He grasped her partially raised thigh and inched it higher, widening her as he thrust against her again, his other arm bracing him from crushing her completely even as his mouth did. She gasped against his lips as she felt his muscles working in his back at the power of his thrust, the hardness of him. She wanted more than anything to be naked beneath him, to have him powering that heat and hardness and strength inside her.

With a hiss, he lifted his head. “Jesus, Elliott.”

He looked around, and she did as well. They were exposed if anyone should happen along. He looked back down at her, her breath coming quickly, her body still moving enticingly beneath his; he ground his teeth.He grasped her hip and pushed downward, trying to hold her to the ground.

Elliott frowned; she couldn’t help it. He was on her. She wanted him, and she couldn’t stop how she reacted to him, including the small sounds she was trying so hard not to make.

Jonah looked around again. He shifted back onto his knees as he moved away from her. “Christ, I feel like a teenager.” His focus moved back to her, his expression still hungry.

Watching his face, Elliott sat up. She held her breath, the way he was looking at her like he was trying to see beyond the barrier of her clothing, still unsure that he wanted to move away, debating whether he wanted to take the risk of getting caught having sex with her in the park in broad daylight. He looked like a wolf about to attack; devour. And she wanted him to.

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