My dick strains against my zipper. Is he still running, or is he hiding behind a tree or boulder somewhere to catch his breath?
“Ten!” I spin the hockey stick. “You better be running.” With a final chuckle and a bounce on my heels, I sprint toward the trees, batting fir branches out of the way.
It’s like entering another realm. Sounds grow muted, the air feels moist, and the temperature drops. I slow my strides, listening for sounds. Cole knows how much I enjoy the hunt, and how I like to drag it out.
Sticks break underfoot as I tighten my grip on the stick. He’s nearby. It’s almost like my body is fine-tuned to his.
I follow the invisible string that connects us, my boots pounding the damp moss. Sweat soon dampens my forehead and the space between my shoulder blades, but I push on. “Run, little rabbit. Fucking run! I’m coming for you.”
A darting shadow shifts somewhere to my left, and I skid to a halt. In the distance, a swooshing sound and a surprised cry cuts through the silence.
Walking forward, I smile wide at Cole thrashing in the swaying net suspended from a branch. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
“What the fuck?” he chokes out. “What the actual hell, Blaise? The fuck is this?”
“It’s called a trap, and you ran straight into mine.” My head tilts, and I chuckle as I poke him with the hockey stick, making the net swing past me. “Looks like I caught an angry rabbit.”
“Fuck you!” he snarls, wriggling enough to make the branch creak from his weight. I wonder briefly if it’ll break and send him crashing to the ground.
“You do some twisted shit,” he spits, “but this beats it all. You’re insane, Blaise. Fucking insane.”
“Such sweet talk. Nothing says I love you more than being called insane by my lover.”
“Let me down.”
“But you look so cute trapped in a net.”
“Cute?” He’s so angry and pent up on adrenaline that he doesn’t care that his mask sits at an angle or that his T-shirt is twisted and halfway up his stomach. “I’m not fucking cute, asshole.”
“Agree to disagree.”
“Let me the fuck down.”
I look at my big bulge. “What do you say, Blaise junior, shall we free him?”
“Are you talking to your dick now? Are you fucking serious?”
“What?” I ask, looking up. “His opinion matters, too. You deprived him for the full weekend.”
Cole lets out a frustrated, angry groan, and I can’t stop my lips from twitching at seeing him so enraged.
After tossing the stick to the ground, I fish out a butterfly knife from my pocket and take my sweet-ass time approaching him. “Apretty pleasewould go a long way now.”
He stops thrashing and tosses me a loathing glare, which makes me snigger as I circle the dangling net with my catch inside. “For my first attempt, I think I did a good job.”
“What’s next? A fucking bear trap?”
“Now there’s a thought. Keep the ideas coming. Maybe I’ll dig one of them big holes in the ground and then cover it up.” I place my hand on Cole to stop the net from swinging, and when I rest the blade against the rope, he pales—well, half the side of his face visible beneath his mask.
“What are you doing?”
“You asked me to let you down.” I can’t quite keep the laughter out of my voice.
Cole shakes his head almost frantically. “Blaise, no.”
“No? Make up your mind.”
“I’m in the fucking air. I’ll get hurt.”
