Page 33 of Naughty November
I shivered and gave my cock a squeeze.
The rising anger had eventually broken through the shock, and I’d shoved him away from me. We’d become animals that night. I’d wrestled him to the ground, but he’d one-upped me and ended up on top. Goddamn bastard. But rather than claiming the prey as his, he’d told me we could share him.
Maybe that was his favorite part. Maybe that was what he thought back on in the shower or wherever, when we’d hunted down the boy again and turned him into a spit roast.
“The part where you interrupted me with Jason, or when we shut him up together?” I asked.
He chuckled darkly. “Definitely the former. You’re fun to piss off. And you—fuck.” He exhaled, and the way he did it killed my irritation at the former comment. “The way you fight back, Max…”
The fucker actually groaned, and I sucked in a breath and felt all the blood leave my brain.
The fight in question hadn’t lasted long, maybe a minute or two, but yeah, it’d been wild. It’d just been the two of us in the darkness, no safety guards, no artificial playground to protect us from what actually existed and lived in a rain forest. Snapped twigs and broken branches fucking hurt when you were lying on top of them. The underbrush was damp and rustling with life. And then you had the otherworldly look in Reid’s eyes.
I slipped a hand down my boxer briefs and gave myself a few strokes, and then I just didn’t stop.
I’d been fueled by the screams of defeated prey nearby—and the lit torches flickering here and there, providing the right amount of light, a faint glow, to reveal what hid in the shadows.
“You didn’t go easy on me,” Reid murmured huskily.
A breath gusted out of me, and I stroked myself harder. “Never would.”
We weren’t evenly matched, but I could hold my own for a while. He only had a couple inches on me—and maybe ten pounds—but he lifted weights and had a more physical job than I did. His hobbies also put him on the move. He built things and loved manual labor. I…was really good at solving sudokus on my phone.
Whenever we met up to go on a hike or take our bikes out in the Shenandoah, I had to push myself to the extreme to keep up with him.
At the same time, I loved his strength. I loved how it increased the intimidation factor about him.
He was the silent killer who could be pushed for quite some time before he snapped.
I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes, and I wondered how it would feel to really see that side of him. When it was aimed at me, not a nearby sub.
God.
How had I not connected the dots before? This was where that curiosity stemmed from. This fucking jungle takedown. Our wrestle. He was the goddamn reason I’d foolishly checked primal/rough on that kink list we’d handed out. Because he’d ignited something in me, and I wanted more of it.
“Is, uh…” I cleared my throat and pushed down my boxer briefs altogether. “Is there a forested area at the new place?”
I’d only seen pictures of the house we were renting this time.
“I’d say so,” he answered. And I knew that voice. Low and doused in desire. I’d heard it way too many times directed at masochists—which…fuck. I couldn’t help it, but it suddenly sparked jealousy within me. “It’s on the outskirts of Homestead, so we literally have the Everglades in the backyard.”
That’ll do.
I brushed the pad of my thumb over the slit of my cock and smeared out the pre-come.
“You want a second go?” he murmured.
“I think I might.” I raked my teeth over my bottom lip and stroked myself faster.Fuck, that’s it. “You know, to even the score.”
He rumbled a sexy laugh. “Dream on, boy. I’ll have you flat on your back in five minutes.”
I couldn’t force back the groan that wanted to escape, but I was too far gone to give a fuck. The pressure built up rapidly, and I started seeing us running through the Everglades, knocking each other over, throwing punches, never holding back, biting and grabbing?—
“The question is what I can do with you when I defeat you,” he said, out of breath.
Christ, he was getting off too, wasn’t he?
I shuddered violently and swallowed against the dryness in my throat.