A surprised shriek tears out of me.
“Tyler!”
“Bad strategy.”
The world tilts.
Rain spins around us.
Then we both hit the mud again, hard.
I land on top of him this time.
“Ha!”
Tyler blinks rainwater from his eyes.
“Are you done celebrating?”
“Nope.”
I plant both hands on his chest.
The movement only makes him laugh and the sound vibrates my palms.
Dangerously distracting.
“You know,” he says, looking far too satisfied with the situation, “you never learn.”
“Learn what?”
His hands land on my waist.
“That every time you think you’ve won, you stop paying attention.”
I level him with a look.
“I am paying attention.”
“Cass.”
“What?”
“You really aren’t.”
Before I can argue, he rolls.
The move is so fast I barely process it.
One second, I’m pinning him.
The next my back is in the mud and Tyler is hovering over me again.
“Now Mrs. Chase, you’re going to submit as I fuck you in the woods,” he rumbles low in his throat.
I lift my chin and purse my lips as I arch my back to seek more friction from his hard cock.
He groans at the contact, and his restraint shatters.
