CHAPTER TEN
Jett
I wake up when Blade rolls out of bed. But not before he kisses me.
“I need coffee,” he says, and leaves the room, tracking down the scent.
I groan and pull the blankets up because it’s fucking cold. With Blade gone, I stare at the ceiling, listening to the cabin creak around me from a brisk wind common up here in the mountains.
Every nerve feels alive. Raw and aware. Last night wasn’t supposed to happen. Or maybe it was. I don’t even know what supposed to means anymore.
I got my dick sucked by a man and gave my first blowjob. Both firsts with Blade.
The thought tightens my chest until I can’t breathe. I remember his lips around my dick and how he groaned when he fucked my face. But it felt safe. How dangerous is that? To let down my guard and feel safe with a man.
I pull on my jeans and walk into the main room. A note sits on the counter in Dirk’s handwriting.
Big, sloppy letters read:
“Last minute spa day with Hana. Be back late. Don’t burn the place down, you two.”
Oh, now that we’re alone, it’s going to be on fire.
I’m staring at the note when Blade walks in from outside carrying firewood, and my pulse jumps in my throat. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and his jeans hang so low I can see the V of his hips.
He sets the wood in the basket and stokes what’s left of the fire Dirk must have set up before he and Hana left.
Blade grins when he notices me. “See the note?”
His sexy tone slides down my spine like a match strike. The mischief tells me he doesn’t care that his best friend dumped him to spend the day getting a couple’s massage with his woman.
I try for neutral, but it comes out rough. “Figures Hana wouldn’t be into our survival game.”
Blade’s grin widens. “Guess that leaves just us.”
He steps closer, and I shiver at the thought of him touching me again. His fingers find my throat, not rough, just tight enough to test me.
The empty cabin intensifies the sound of our breathing. The heat rolling off Blade and the way he doesn’t hesitate to drag his mouth to mine make my legs wobble a little because there is nothing to hold him back. He can do anything to me.
The kiss is hard, his fingers digging into my neck just enough to make me feel claimed. This is the kind of kiss that reminds me how easy it would be to lose control.
When he pulls back, his eyes are darker. “I’m yours, Jett. If you want me to be.”
My throat locks up, and I don’t know how to answer that. Wanting someone and keeping them are two different things.
Blade studies me a second longer, then straightens when I don’t comment. “Come on. Let’s shower before we head out to play the game.”
“The game? Now? We have the place to ourselves.”
“I have an idea that will make the game more fun. You up for it?”
“You’re the one who has to be up for it.” My retort stops Blade in his tracks.
“Just you wait, baby.” He breathes against my mouth. “I’m a machine and I will ruin you.”
My head spinning, I follow him back to my bedroom, intrigued about what he has planned for me outside.
During our joint shower, there’s lots of kissing and touching. Blade makes me come in his mouth again, and I can’t believe how good it feels.
We dry off, get dressed, pack our survival rucksacks, and hike until the cabin is a speck behind the trees. The mountain air is knife-cold and pine-sharp.
Against the silence, my mind still replays Blade’s threat to ruin me.
At the clearing, I pull the list of challenges from the app on my phone and hand it over.
Blade glances at it and smirks. “No other players this time. We’re here alone. Means we can do whatever we want.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“It means I hunt you.” He puts my phone in my coat’s zip-up chest pocket. “Run, tracker.”
I blink. “What?”
“Run, and when I catch you, I’m going to hold you down and fuck you.”
My pulse punches against my throat. Blade wants to hunt me. Something in my chest cracks open, equal parts terror and heat. My cock hardens at the idea of being tackled and taken. Dragged in the dirt, my jeans pulled down, and shown the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known.
“You think I’m that easy to chase down?” I ask on a swallow, even though I want to be caught.
“I think by the time I catch up to you, you’ll be dying for my cock.” He takes a plastic bag of condoms and lube from his coat’s pocket.
I’m not only glad he plans to be safe with me, but more appreciative that he won’t shove his dick in my ass unlubricated. “I still won’t make it easy for you.” I start to back away.
“I’m counting on it. Now I said run, or do you want me to hold you down and fuck you right here on the trail?”
Something in his voice flips a switch in me. I drop the rucksack so I can run faster and bolt. Branches whip at my arms as I tear through the trees.
Every instinct kicks in, that familiar rush of being hunted. Except this time, it’s not fear driving me. It’s heat. And the thrill of wanting Blade inside me so damn bad.
“I will find you,” Blade yells into the void.
God, I can already hear him behind me. His laugh is low and feral.
I veer left, climb the slope to a boulder, and duck behind it. The woods go still except for the echo of my own breathing. Then I hear footsteps and laughing. It’s closer now.
“When I catch you,” he calls out, “you’re not getting away from me.”
Only Blade could turn a warning into something that drags heat up my spine. Still, I keep low and move to another set of rocks on the outline of a set of heavy trees.
But I hit a dead end. Shit, I face a steep drop-off with nowhere to go.
Blade steps out of the brush, eyes dark, chest heaving. “Got you,” he says.
I freeze, every nerve tightening.
My cock thickens as he lunges for me, catches my wrist, and drags me under a large pine tree with soft needles, creating a bed. He covers me with his body, kissing me like a man possessed.
His tongue in my mouth, swirling with mine, the tiny groans of pleasure work me up into a frenzy. I might come in my pants. I wrapped all the emotion I could into this kiss, hiding sobs of being so happy our feelings were no longer a secret.
Blade keeps kissing me at a languid pace, leaning into the growing hunger in every breath. He tugs on my jacket. “Off now.”
I shrug out of it, while Blade’s fingers skim the waistband of my jeans, then tugs them down so fast, my breath hitches. We both get completely naked, the chill teasing my skin. But Blade’s devastating, hot and naked body slides over mine again.
On my back, I lick Blade’s fingers and guide his hand between my spread thighs. It drags across my taint, and he stops at my hole. His finger grazes across my puckered nerves, searing heat shooting up my spine.
He pushes his wet finger inside me. “Oh baby, that’s tight.”
I bear down, practically impaling myself on his finger. “Christ, that feels so good.”
My cock throbs against his arm, the tip leaving wet kisses on his skin.
“That’s one beautiful cock, Jett,” Blade says in a husky voice as his other hand, firm and warm, fists my dick.
“Blade,” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck. “I need you inside me.”
I need everything from him.
“Don’t be impatient, Jetty,” he says, and lowers his face to kiss me.
All while he keeps pushing his finger inside me. Stretching me. “Open for me,” Blade says with his forehead against mine. “My cock needs all of you.”
Blade softly kisses behind my ear and slides another lubed-up finger inside me.
My hips buck, my jugular in the game now, throbbing from the sexual pressure against my prostate. “Please...”
“So fucking desperate for me,” he hisses.
I hoist my legs to feel his fingers deeper in me.
What I will never forget is the kissing.
The way his soft lips trail up and down my neck.
I don’t know if he’s over Stavros. Am I a tool to make that happen?
I don’t know if this is a weekend fling, but I will wait for this man to get his shit together.
Blade nips my neck, one hand squeezing my cock, the other finger fucking me. “I always wanted you, but I never thought you’d want me back.”
His confession chokes me up. “Blade...”
“Now I need to fuck you because I can’t wait anymore.”
With a bite on my lips and a final kiss, Blade sits back. His cock bobs, thick and veiny.
“God, how will that fit inside me?” I ask, hungry and growing obsessed with this feeling.
“It will fit,” he responds with that same throaty groan he uses when he’s teasing an enemy in the torture tunnel, promising a night of terrifying pain. “But, I’m still gonna wreck you.”
Being completely naked out in the open, okay under the brush of a tall pine, fucking in the woods like animals has my cock jerking to come.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whimpers into the back of his throat.
“Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine.”
Next, I’m flipped over.
Uh oh...
“I’m gonna fuck this ass so good,” he growls.
“Fuck,” I mutter into the bed of needles.
He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I whisper. “Want you.”
“Say my name.”
“Blade.”
He straddles me and runs the tip of his cock against the seam of my ass. “Fuck, so tight. So mine.”
My pulse explodes. “Do it.”
“Oh, baby. It’s going to be so good.”
The sound of a condom wrapper steals my focus.
“No,” I cry out. “I want you raw. I trust you.”
Everything stops. “You sure?”
I know he gets tested regularly and made sure to tell me he always used something with Stavros.
“Yeah.” I nod. “But...use the lube.”
“I will, but I want to taste you first. Taste this hole.” Warm breath fans my seam, followed by a wet tongue, pushing inside, past my knot of nerves.
Fuck.
I rear up on my forearms to lean back against his mouth. “Christ, that’s so good.”
Next, something much larger than a tongue pushes against my hole. “Say my name again. Tell me to fuck you.”
“Blade...” I swallow. “John Blade, fuck me.”
Using his real name sets off an explosion I’m not prepared for. Blade slides inside me, his thickness stretching me. He’s so fucking hard.
He enters me, pushing past a ring of muscles. “Christ, that’s so tight,” he groans, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks.
I want more. I would take two cocks if he had them. “Deeper,” I moan.
“I’m not even all the way in,” he grinds out, his voice tight like he’s holding something back.
Like a stairway to heaven, every inch is a step closer to an explosion I’m not sure I’ll survive.
“More,” I groan. The need to have him seated all the way inside me claws at my soul.
I bite my lip against the hot, delicious pain. It shouldn’t feel so good when everything is so new and uncertain. But damn it, it does. With Blade inside me, I feel more alive than ever before.
“Christ, your ass feels so good.” He lowers his head to kiss the back of my neck. “Now be a good boy for me and hold still.”
My hips rock into the soft needles, humping the earth, and I’m ready to come. “Don’t stop.”
Blade’s control snaps, and he slams inside me, burying his dick so deep, I couldn’t even swallow anymore. “God, I’m all the way in. You’re taking me so good, baby. So fucking deep.”
“Blade,” I cry out, his name a plea.
A plea to stop. A plea to keep going. A plea to never let me go.
Blade doesn’t just fuck me, he claims me. Sweat drips from his chest and onto my back as he power-fucks me hard and fast. The way he grips my hips and uses me for his pleasure is primal and raw.
“Christ, I’m gonna come.”
To my surprise, he pulls out and warm cum coats my hole.
“Oh my God.” I lower my head, unable to deal with how dirty this feels. But safe at the same time.
“So damn good.” Blade presses his chest against my back.
“It was,” I admit, tears prickling, my cock cooling off in the bitter chill.
I just had my first time with a guy.
And it was everything I wanted it to be. Because it was Blade.
He collapses next to me and pulls me close, kissing my neck. “We good?”
“So good.”
Everything else disappears. The cold, the trees, even the delicious smell of pine. Everything but the feel of Blade’s lips on me.
After a few minutes, we quickly get dressed to brace against the bitter chill. Standing in the clearing, I hear a male voice. Then another.
Blade’s head snaps toward the sound, too. We left our rucks at the starting point, since we thought we were alone. But he pulls out a gun from his jacket.
We move toward the voices, slow and careful until we see two men near the trail, one of them holding a satellite phone.
“It’s about Dirk Fields, sir,” one says my brother’s name, crackling over the static. “I told you, sir, he’s not cooperating. We need to bring him in for questioning about that dangerous security ring of contract killers. He has to be tatting up those mercenaries.”
Feds.
My blood ices over.
“Permission to search his mountain cabin,” the other says into the phone. “He’s not home. Cabin’s empty. No phone pinging.”
“Wait in town. Those are your orders,” the voice on the other end says.
“Fuck,” the one agent says, shoving the phone into his jacket. “This guy needs to know we mean business. I’m going to make a call to the black op commander. They know how to get people to talk. We’ll find his brother and take him if we have to.”
The Feds stalk off, their heads disappearing down the mountain trail. I let go of my breath, and then I grab Blade’s sleeve.
“No one is taking you,” Blade says to me, pulling me close.
“We have to go.” I look around to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind for those Feds to track us. “I need to warn Dirk.”
“Let’s go.” Blade steers me down the mountain.
We find our rucks and make our way back to the cabin. There’s still no BMW in the drive, just Dirk’s Ford pickup. They took Hana’s Beamer to the spa. And Dirk isn’t answering texts or calls.
“That’s why the Feds couldn’t track Dirk,” Blade mutters when we get back inside. “They don’t have Hana’s car logged.”
“What if they—” I can’t even finish, pacing in front of the fireplace. “They can’t arrest Dirk. I can’t lose my brother.”
The words come fast, panic burning the back of my throat. I’m not even seeing the room anymore. Just a flash of bad memories, cops at the door when I was a kid, our strung-out mother being taken away in cuffs. Someone put Dirk in one car and then me in another.
Blade catches me, hands firm on my shoulders. “Hey, Jett. Breathe. Look at me. You’re okay. You’re with me.”
I try, but my vision tunnels.
“Don’t do that,” he says softly. “You’re safe. He’s fine. You hear me?”
I nod to keep it together. Blade pulls me into his arms anyway. His hand settles at the back of my neck, grounding me.
And for once, I don’t pull away.