“Nah, I’m not done.”
He goes into my bathroom. I test my restraints. The material is cotton and has a lot of yield. It shouldn’t be too difficult to slip my hands through the knots. I hear the toilet flush and still. Maverick comes back into the room.
“I’m thirsty.” I lick my lips. “Can you get me a bottled water?”
He nods.
“Check the bottom drawer in the fridge.”
The instant he’s out of sight, I vehemently pull against the bonds and free myself in seconds. I work fast, first throwing on my bathrobe, then searching for my purse and cell phone, but can’t find either. I quietly tiptoe into the living room and see my purse on the sofa. Good. I’ll grab it and make a run for my car.
“Going somewhere?”
I yelp and dash out the front door. Maverick chases after me, butter ball naked. I run straight for the woods. I’ll hide there until he’s gone. The biting wind stings my skin as I fly across the frost-covered grass. Almost there. My left foot lands on something sharp and I falter. Fuck. He’s gaining on me. I ignore the pain and pump my legs faster. Just as I make it to the tree line, I’m tackled, hitting the ground with a resounding oof. My brain rattles and a ball of agony shoots through the right side of my body on impact. I mewl in distress.
“I love chasing you,” he rasps in my ear, mashing my face into the cold dirt.
It dawns on me then. “You left the binds loose on purpose,” I wheeze.
“I did,” Maverick replies in a guttural voice. “Adrenaline and sex are a potent combination.” He groans, pushing inside me to the hilt. “It takes me on a natural high. You know what I’m talking about, don’t pretend not to.”
His hips swivel, driving into me in a mind-blowing rhythm. Our ragged breaths form clouds in the air. My fingers burrow into the dirt as Maverick sucks my neck.
“It’s like riding a roller coaster. I wait in anticipation for it to reach the top, even though I’m nervous, a little scared too,” I whisper. “But I need to feel the weightlessness in the pit of my stomach. It’s fucking exhilarating.”
“I knew you felt it too,” he says gruffly.
A broken cry spills from my lips as my pussy clamps down on his cock.
“I’m coming,” he grunts, spurting hot cum into my depths. “Ah, fuck.”
A large rock within my reach catches my attention. I grab it and bash Maverick on the temple, then make a break for it, darting deeper into the woods. He’s not pursuing me, so I must’ve done some damage.
I spot a log in the distance and bound straight for it. I dive behind it and lie perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle. I’m freezing, bruised, and tired. A long scalding shower and my bed, which is now broken courtesy of Maverick, are calling my name.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” His voice echoes around me, making it impossible to pinpoint the direction. “Fighter to the bitter end, huh, Cocoa?”
I hear a snap nearby and prepare to bolt. Ten minutes of silence passes. Maybe the coast is clear, or he could be waiting to ambush me. It’s best to remain hidden a bit longer just in case.
“I gotta hit the road before your folks get home, but I’ll see you at school on Monday.”
There’s no mistaking the underlying threat in his statement. He whistles theJawstheme song,disappearing into the night. He really knows how to lay the suspense on thick.
I park in between Dee’s ostentatious yellowPorsche and Nix’s white Dodge Challenger. They linger nearby, waiting on me. I slide from my Jeep and scan the parking lot for Cocoa’s car, itching to finish what we started Saturday night.
“Man, Jake fucked you up!” Dee shouts.
Tiny scratches decorate my face, and a dark bluish-purple bruise covers my left temple. Cocoa did a number on me and I don’t just mean physically. She’s in my fucking head. I drove myself crazy thinking about her all day yesterday. Jerking off didn’t help. I fell asleep with her thong on my face. Fucking pathetic.
“You should’ve called us,” Nix tells me. “Were you jumped?”
“No,” I answer in a clipped tone.
“How did you let his pansy ass get the jump on you?” Dee asks, shaking his head in disappointment. “You slipping?”
“It wasn’t him,” I growl.
Dee’s eyebrows knit together. “Then who…” Understanding lights up his features, then he guffaws.
