Page 41 of Hunt for You

—and sat bolt upright in bed, screaming, sweating, my clit humming, my heart rattling in my chest at a hundred miles a minute.

I blinked several times, gasping, grabbing for my naked chest, checking myself and…

And it was just a dream.

And my heart felt like it was going to explode.

With a groan that was half-disappointment and half-relief, I let myself slump back down onto the damp pillow and started my breathing exercises that were supposed to help my heart regulate.

But the adrenaline was flooding through me. The high of the arousal, the shock of terror, and now the ever-present threat of my body that could fail me at any time.

After a few minutes, when it appeared I wasn’t going to die, I made myself throw back the blankets and get out of bed. I stumbled to the shower, my body still humming with need and ended up standing under the spray and rubbing myself to a climax in seconds as I replayed that dream in my head—except for the part where he stabbed me.

God, please… before I die… let that dream come true.

I was still trembling a little an hour later when I’d finished drying my hair, dressed, and had breakfast.

My body wanted more.

My body wantedhim.

But he’d said he had work today.

Did he work all day? Or just in the mornings?

Somehow I knew if I messaged and asked him, he wasn’t going to tell me. He’d already refused to say if he’d start hunting again immediately.

But I needed him to.

After yesterday, I knew he was following me. At least at night. And now he had my phone. He’d probably find the logs on it to tell him everywhere I went.

That was fine. Iwantedhim to show up.

It seemed like a good day to run errands and go to the gym and basically stay on the move. Tempt him to follow. Entice him to come for me.

It wasn’t like I had anything else to do.

So I didn’t even log in to the computer. Just grabbed my little purse and keys, and darted out to the car.

I couldn’t help watching the rearview mirror as the garage door rolled up. But the only thing that showed up in my garage this time was bright sunlight, because I had slept in and it was almost lunchtime.

I reversed into the street a little faster than necessary, then rolled towards the highway, biting my nails, praying he was keeping track and would show up. My own tortured words in that dream coming back to haunt me.

Please, Cain… please.

CAIN: Someone’s busy today.

ME: Stalker.

CAIN: True. But let’s not forget that I was invited to this hunt.

ME: I need my phone back. I also need you against my back again. Soon.

CAIN: Shameless.

ME: If it’s shame you want, come treat me like a naughty girl. And you don’t have to be gentle this time.

CAIN: Tempting as that is, sadly I already have plans for today.