Fire sparks in his eyes, and he gives me a dark smirk, eyeing the Stetson on my head. “You’d better run, Red, ‘cause once I catch you, I might not let you go.”
Big Bad Wolf
Wes
Her blue eyes light up and her skin flushes. My Stetson is still on her head, and I like the way it looks on her. Like it belongs there. Like she’s mine.
It's getting late and the pumpkin patch that hosts Fall Fest each year has started to empty out. Parents have taken their young children home to put them to bed. The band still plays on the stage nearby, and a few teens wander around, their voices raised in rowdiness. It makes me smile in memory of all the Fall Fests I’ve been to in years past.
“I’ll give you a head start.” I nod toward the corn maze. “Ten. Nine.”
She arches a light brow at me. She showed me all her cards when she put my hat on her head. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she wants me now, but I won’t be taking it easy on her. She wouldn’t want me to, anyway.
“Eight.” I cock my head to the side in question. “Seven.”
Will she run? I hope she does. My body is fizzling with energy, waiting to be released. I could use the exertion of a good chase to expend some of the lust-filled electricity pounding through my veins.
“Six. Five.”
She finally makes her decision, squealing as she takes off into the corn maze. Peals of her laughter echo in the dark, making my mouth curve into a smile.
“Four. Three.” I make my way toward the corn maze.
“Two. One.” I shout into the night. “Ready or not, here I come.”
I stalk into the corn maze, using nothing but the light of the moon and the sound of her breathless laughter to guide me.
I jog my way through the maze, pausing to listen for the whisper of her clothes against the cornstalks and the crunch of the dried-up stalks under her boots. I hit a dead end and spin around, taking a different turn. “You can run, but you can’t hide, Red,” I growl.
There’s a gasp off to my left, and I dart through the corn to the nearest path that takes me in the right direction, my breath coming in heavy pants. Waves of tension fill the air, and my body screams with need. My pulse thunders, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I continue my search.
There’s a flash of movement at the next corner, and I hear a mumbled curse. I barrel around the turn, and there she is, stuck at another dead end.
I greet her with a wolfish grin. “Gotcha!” I say, gripping her arm and pulling her into me. She lets out a loud cackle of a laugh, and I’m sure that it’s my new favorite sound.
She’s out of breath from running and her chest rises and falls with short, gasping breaths. “Maybe I let you catch me.”
I shoot her an impassive stare. “Or maybe you got lost when you were being chased by the Big Bad Wolf and took a wrong turn, Red.”
My hand drifts to her waist and her body arches into mine, her breath hitching in her throat. She smells like the cider she spilled earlier, and all I want to do is get lost in her under the star-filled sky.
My cock is already straining against the denim of my jeans from chasing her through the corn maze, and we’re both out of breath from the pursuit. Her fingers grip my shirt like it’s a lifeline she doesn’t want to let go of, her eyes blazing with the same desire I’ve been fighting off since the day she yelled at me in Pops’ kitchen. And finally, I lean down and capture her lips in a rough kiss that borders on desperate.
She moans into my mouth, and I’m so turned on by that sound that my balls ache. My body is consumed by her. I’m on fire, heat crawling up my spine as my hand grips her ass. She threads her fingers into my hair, and I can imagine her doing the same thing with my head between her thighs while I’m devouring her. I groan as her tongue slides across mine.
She fumbles with the fabric of my shirt, untucking it hastily in a rush to have her hands on my bare skin. I utter a mumbled“fuck”as the chill of her fingertips meets my overheated flesh.
The kiss is a mess of lips and teeth and tongue, our hands groping and grasping with the desire to be closer than all the clothes we’re wearing will allow. It’s the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had, and I’m convinced this moment will be branded into my memory forever.
There’s a shriek of laughter from somewhere nearby and we break apart abruptly. Sawyer’s eyes hold mine, wide and wild. Her breasts heaving as she catches her breath. “Not too shabby for a city boy.”
My lips tip into a smile as my thumb caresses the soft line of her jaw. “I might live in the city, but I can still fuck like a cowboy. Let’s get outof here, Red.” Her eyes flare and she gives me a quick bob of her head. I take her hand, pulling her through the corn maze like it’s on fire.
I turn right, making a beeline for the parking lot. “The exit is the other way.” Her voice comes out in a rushed whisper.
“Shortcut,” I mutter, taking long urgent strides so she’s nearly running to keep up with me. “My truck is right over here.”
When we reach the barbed wire fence that separates my truck from the pumpkin patch, she snorts. “You know my willingness to fuck you won’t expire at midnight, right? We could have gone around to the main entrance.”
