“Mm. No. I don’t think I will. In fact, I plan to have her screaming around my cock before the sun rises.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said I’m going to fuck her better than your limp vanilla dick ever did. And when she comes, it’s going to be my name on her lips.”
“Fuck you,” he lets out with a roar. “I’d like to see you come down here and say that shit to my face.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Cause you know your pussy ass wouldn’t win?”
Riley has always had more muscle than me. It’s how he and Brett were always able to fuck me up in high school. But while I might spend most of my days playing video games, I’ve made the effort over the years to bulk up a bit. I’m not some punching bag for assholes anymore, and I’m not afraid to use questionable methods to win.
When you bring a knife to fistfight, the odds tend to be a little more in your favor.
But I have Blair to chase down, and that is far more enticing than staying here.
“No, because I have better places to be.” I stand up and dust off my hands. “Have a good nap, man.”
“The fuck are you—” Riley’s words are cut off as a baseball bat slams into the back of his head with a sickening crunch, sending him crumpling to the ground.
“I told him to take a nap, not go see the fucking reaper.”
Bash lifts the bat to rest on his shoulder. “He’s fine. I didn’t even hit him that hard.”
Felix crouches down, hovering two fingers in front of Riley’s nose for a few seconds. “Yeah, he’s breathing. Gonna have a wicked headache, though.”
These two fuckers showed up unannounced earlier, cosplaying as me, of all things. I swear, it’s shit like this that makes me question our friendship. But I am grateful to have them here, even though it means the likelihood of shit goingsideways tonight is a hell of lot higher. Nothing good ever happens when the three of us are out in regular society.
“Fine. Just move him somewhere Brett won’t find him. I don’t want him bitching and distracting Blair before our game is over.”
“There’s a dumpster round the other side,” Bash suggests as he hands Felix the bat so he can lift Riley’s unresponsive body.
I’m about to suggest they pick somewhere else, but time is ticking, and I don’t want Blair to get too far when I have a punishment to dole out. They’re capable enough of dealing with this on their own.
“Sure, sounds good. I’ll catch you later.”
“Have fun!” Felix calls out as I jog up the roof.
I get to the peak and walk down the center until I reach the front, where a deteriorated weather vane rests. I use the vantage point to scan the entire barnyard, looking for that telltale flash of blonde and blue.
Ah. There she is…perfect.
It doesn’t take me long to close the distance.
Blair sprints down the dirt path, kicking up pieces of hay in her haste. I need to stop her before she gets to the corn maze. I want to save that area for the real chase.
I pick up the pace, pounding after her.
She must hear me coming because she glances over her shoulder. Noob mistake. Doing shit like that costs precious seconds, the exact number I need to reach forward and hook my arm around her waist.
She lets out a screech and lashes out, forcing us to go tumbling down. I roll on top of her, pinning her hips as I straddle her waist. I clamp my hand over her mouth and look into thosefrantic hazel eyes. She attempts to buck me off, but all it does is grind her damp pussy on my cock. It gets me even more riled up after the high of the chase.
“I thought we went over this, Blair. I don’t like it when you run away from me.”
She tries to mumble something, so I peel my hand away, resting my forearm beside her head.
“You know very well I wasn’t running from you.”
