My eyes narrow. “Oh, you ain’t thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, are you?”
“Sure am.” She grins and spits the gum into a tissue from her purse, stuffing it back inside. “When I was little, I played hide and seek in plenty of cornfields. I’m still a country girl.”
“But do you understand what it means if you open this truck door and run away from me?”
She gives me the most fake-innocent look. “No, tell me. What does it mean?”
I pull my sawed-off shotgun from under the seat. It’s not loaded. Tally doesn’t know that, yet there’s no fear on her face. Only lust.
I pinch her chin between two fingers. “You can’t run from me forever. Once I catch you, I’m gonna pound yoursweet pussy until your body remembers that you’re still my wife.”
Tally squeezes her thighs. “Deal.Ifyou catch me.”
“When, not if,” I growl.
“We’ll see.”
She flies out of the door. Her red curls trail like fire behind her as she pushes between the wide rows of corn and I use the rustling stalks to get a rough sense of where she’s headed.
My cock jerks and I palm my erection through my jeans. Normally I prefer the relaxed atmosphere of fishing over stalking and hunting. But something about seeing her run and knowing she wants to get caught has my blood boiling.
If she wants a chase, I’ll catch her.
If she wants me to be bad, I’ll be her outlaw.
Whatever my wife needs me to be, I’ll become.
The thrill gets her creativity flowing? Well damn, I’ll give her the best fucking orgasms and the best inspiration she’s ever had.
I roll down my sleeves before I get out of the truck, carrying the shotgun. I skulk into the corn, following her boot prints. A bird twitters in the distance and a breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of soil. The rows are generously planted. I can maneuver without cutting up my face, but the summer heat makes it feel like trekking through a jungle. I’m surrounded by green. Green, green and more green.
Where the fuck did she go?
Then, I spot a flash of red hair. My pulse pounds with adrenaline and my dick leaks pre-cum into my boxers.
Tally cowers a few feet away, her back turned. She must’ve lost her sense of direction, expecting me to approach from the other side. Her shoulders heave withquick breaths like she’s a little prey animal, hiding from the big, bad wolf.
I lunge for her. She screams and tries to run, but my arms are long. I grab a handful of her hair, tugging her back against my chest, the shotgun pressed to her ribcage. Her hard nipples poke against the fabric of her dress and it takes all my self-discipline to not take her here in the dirt.
My tongue trails over the shell of her ear and she shudders. “Got you,” I whisper.
The intoxicating scent of her fresh sweat and her floral, sugary perfume lingers in my nose, but there’s more. It’s like underneath, I can smell her fear. Her arousal.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Trouble.”
She whimpers. “Rough. Treat me like a bad girl. Use me. Own me. Degrade me. Don’t stop if I say no. Don’t let go when I fight back. With you, I have no limits.”
Fuck, I can’t tell what’s hotter, that she’s giving me free rein or that I’m the only one she trusts enough to surrender completely.
“You want an outlaw to give it to you hard and fast and I’m more than willing to provide. But with that sorta play, we need a safeword. I propose ’Snuffles’,” I say.
She giggles breathily. “That’s a ridiculous choice.”
“Exactly the point. And if you can’t speak, tap me three times wherever you can reach.” I yank on her hair, wrenching a yelp from her. “Now tell me again what you need.”
She arches her back. “I want your big cock inside me. Fuck, I’m so wet already.”
I lift her and throw her over my shoulder. Tally squeals. She kicks her legs, struggling like I’m really a stranger kidnapping her.
