Gina stood still. She looked around and, seeing no one, hid herself beneath the brambles, nestled in a stand of trees. Something small, dark, and furry scurried out from under her, and drawing her knees up to her chest, she let out a shriek.
Did Matt hear it?
The swaying old oaks groaned in response.
She was alone.
Minutes felt like hours. Where the fuck was he? Shouldn’t he have found her by now? Perhaps Matt had meant for her to stay on the lamplit path. Maybe she’d hidden too well. Second-guessing herself, Gina crawled out from beneath the tangle of branches.
A soft, deep chuckle.
She whipped her head around, scanning the trees in every direction, but no one was there. “Matt, is that you?”
Even the crickets were quiet.
A twig snapped.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Her heart pounding, Gina took a careful step, and then, with a surge of adrenaline, she ran.
Something or someone was behind her. Was it a coyote? Because just the other day, they spotted one in the subway—it was on the news! Gina couldn’t see it or hear it, but she could feel its eyes on her.
And whatever it was, it was getting closer.
Fanculo!Fucking hell.
Her feet stung. A thorn piercing the tender skin, she yelped. Tired and out of breath, she didn’t see the gnarled root protruding from the ground and fell onto her knees.
Panting, Gina rested. Just for a moment. Just until she could catch her breath.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf? Not me.A coyote, though? Yeah, maybe.
She wet her lips and, digging her fingers in the dirt to gain purchase, Gina sought to get back up again.
An arm shot around her middle, gripping her against solid warmth like a vise. She smelled the familiar, masculine scent of him, and with relief flooding through her, Gina sagged in his hold to rest her head back on his chest.
He didn’t say a word.
Warm breath fanned her hair, fingers pulling up her dress. Matt reached inside her panties, a soft growl in her ear. She was soaked.
The hardness inside his jeans pressed into the split of her ass. Clutching his forearm, Gina pushed back against him in a silent invitation to fuck her. Here. Now. Amongst the trees. Let the stars above be witness to her undoing. Right then, she didn’t care who might see.
With his fingers pumping in her cunt, he leaned her forward. She braced herself on the wide trunk of a giant oak, the rough bark biting into her palms. Matt kicked her feet apart, and plunging deeper inside her, his teeth raked across her neck.
Fuck me. Please.
As good as it felt, Gina wanted more than his fingers.
She heard the button pop, his zipper open.
Hot, hard flesh prodded at her needy, wet hole.
And with one savage thrust, he drove his cock inside her.
This wasn’t exactly how Matt had planned it.
He’d intended to chase his beautiful bunny to the house, corner her in the back garden, tear off that pretty white dress,and fuck her beneath the silver moonlit canopy, on a bed of soft, green grass.
But then, she fell.
