“Let’s play a game, Randy Pandy. Clearly, tag isn’t your strong suit, so I will be the amazing specimen I am and change it to something more in your very large wheelhouse.”
“Judas—”
“I know, I know, no need to thank me. The game is hide and seek. If you find me, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
I scowled in his direction, trying to get back to my feet. “I already know the club’s name and that she was caught up in the Masks organization, Judas. I don’t need you.”
His skipping steps hitched a bit, and I felt a spike of remorse but brushed it away.
“Brava, Cop. You aren’t a complete idiot. But I didn’t mean about your mother.”
My brows furrowed as I watched him clap and tried to focus on the words, but before I could question him further, he stopped skipping and took off at a dead run toward the opposite side of the trees.
The chase had begun.
And I would not let him go.
I took off after him, letting his cackles lead me.
Mud exploded under my boots as I barreled toward him, rain pounding down like bullets now, and the sharp stings pushed me harder. He was so fucking fast, but when I began tracking his patterns and how he liked to weave through the trees, I took a shortcut and lunged for him.
He twisted just in time, those long limbs dodging me yet again, and I slammed into a tree instead. Splinters cut my shoulder, and water ran into the gash on my forehead.
Fuck!
I shook it off, feeling my adrenaline spike, and my heartbeat travel to the wound on my head.
“Now you’re just trying to make me jealous,” he called out from somewhere close, his voice was low, dripping withmockery. “Didn’t peg you for a tree hugger, maybe I should call you Randa Panda instead.”
“I’m not fucking playing, Judas!”
“Oh, but I am,” he replied, lunging from behind me.
His hands grabbed my shoulders, slippery and strong, and before I could catch the motion, he slammed me backward into the mud, pouncing on me like a fucking panther.
We tumbled in the mud, rain soaking both of us, our arms locking as we rolled. I tasted the wet sludge in my mouth, and the rain stung my eyes. I pinned him down, getting a grip on his biceps and locking his legs down with my knees.
He stared up at me, that damn smirk playing at the corners of his wet lips. For just a heartbeat, I looked down at his mouth, watching his tongue lick away the blood welling there. His hips rolled into my ass, and his dick poked the fabric of my boxers, and I hissed, jerking away from him.
Damn it.
He twisted away from me and laughed, that type of eerie, echoing laughter that cracked like thunder.
“See,” he whispered, rubbing over his bulge in his low-cut black jeans. “Cock tease.”
I threw myself at him, rolling on my stomach and swiping his feet out from under him. He laughed when I had him back under me, not putting up as much of a fight as before.
“Careful,” he moaned, his dark voice close enough to send shivers down my spine. “I may just give you what your innocent big brown eyes keep asking for.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed, trying to catch my breath.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at the blood still pooling on his bottom lip, and I felt myself lean forward to study the cut. Judas watched me, his Hazel eyes practically sparkling.
“I warned you this time. Just remember that I was being nice.” I didn’t catch his lightning-fast reflexes.
One second, I was looking at the blood droplet on his busted lip, and the next, he yanked his leg out from under my knee, and I fell forward into him, his hands linking in my hair and his mouth crashing into mine.
“Fuuuck.” He moaned in my mouth.
