“Barely. Are we almost there?” Chad pushed his chest forward and his shoulders back as he spoke, stretching his back and yawning again.
“About fifteen minutes,” Peter answered.
“Cool,” Chad said, leaning back into his seat with a happy look on his face. His stomach rumbled and he looked at Peter. “Did you bring any food?”
“There are sandwiches in the bag,” Peter said, nodding his head toward the back seat where he’d stashed his backpack. “You can grab one now if you’re hungry.”
“Of course I’m hungry,” Chad grumbled, reaching back and yanking the oversized bag into his lap. “You didn’t give me a chance to eat breakfast when you went all caveman on me this morning.”
Peter snorted. He might have been a little amped up when he made the decision to take Chad out into the wilderness with him, but he felt calmer now. Marginally.
“Sorry about that,” he said. Chad snorted, digging a sandwich out of the bag before putting it back into the back of the Jeep.
“No you’re not,” he said, unwrapping the sandwich. “You love acting like a total Neanderthal.”
Peter couldn’t deny it.
“You love it too,” he said, making Chad laugh.
“I guess I do.” Chad took a big bite of his sandwich. “Just don’t club me over the head or anything before dragging me back to your cave.”
“I won’t,” Peter promised.
***
Half an hour later, Chad jumped out of the Jeep and took in his surroundings. They were on a dirt paved road, just wide enough for two cars to pass each other, about two miles down the road from the gate marking the beginning of Peter’s family’s property. The forest on either side of the road was thick and old, with no discernible trail or path anywhere to be seen.
Except for the road, they were in the wilderness.
“You ready?” Peter asked, coming up behind Chad and slinging an arm over his shoulders. Chad leaned into Peter’s side and shrugged. He really he had no idea.
“We’ll see,” he said. He was excited, and he trusted Peter to make sure he had fun—even if that fun was mixed with a hefty dose of adrenaline.
“I’ve got some stuff for you,” Peter said, stepping away from Chad and dropping his backpack down on the ground. He crouched down and reached into the side pocket, pulling out a walkie-talkie and what Chad recognized as a GPS tracker. “These are just for backup,” Peter said, handing both items to Chad. “In case something happens or if we need to get a hold of each other.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Chad said. He clipped the walkie-talkie onto his belt and tucked the GPS tracker into the side pocket of his cargo pants. When he looked up he tilted his head and gave Peter a considering look. “So are we actually doing any hiking together or was that never part of the plan?”
Peter’s answering grin was almost scary.
“I’ll give you an hour and a half head start. Your goal is to evade capture for at least three hours after that.”
Chad’s cock hardened inside his briefs, and when he looked down at Peter’s crotch the alpha’s crotch was bulging obscenely.
“And if I can’t?” Chad’s voice sounded hoarse.
Peter licked his lips, his grin widening until he was baring his teeth. He took a step forward and grabbed the lapels of Chad’s jacket, holding him in place. He leaned in and licked his lips. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”
Chad swallowed. Peter’s hands were pulling his jacket tight in a way that made him feel deliciously trapped, fabric tight around his shoulders, and his cock throbbed with need.
“Are you ready?” Peter let go and stepped back, lifting his wrist up and doing something with his watch. Setting the timer, Chad realized. He glanced up, raising his eyebrow as he waited for an answer.
Chad nodded, and Peter pushed the small button on the side of his watch, making it beep. The small sound sent a jolt through Chad’s body, but he stayed glued to the spot. Peter then crouched down and reached into his backpack, movements slow and unhurried, and pulled out a military grade taser gun. He rose from his crouch and looked at Chad.
Chad knew he should be running.
“If it takes me less than two hours to find you I’m taking you down with this,” Peter said, holding up the gun before tucking it into his thigh holster. Chad’s stomach clenched, and his hard cock softened. He’d been shot with a taser gun during his Tank security training, and it had hurt like a bitch. He had no desire to feel it again.
“I don’t think—"
