Chapter 2
Chapter Two
“Waiting is not always easy, but sometimes it is worth it.”
“Having fun so far, baby?” he asks me with a sly smile spreading across his face. I return the smile and squeeze his thigh.
“So far? Absolutely,” I respond excitedly as he slows down to take the right turn off the main road.
I rack my brain about this part of town and what we could be doing over here to celebrate Valentine's Day.
Winding down the back roads, I see the sunset over the welcome sign for the historical graveyard.
I look at him and then back at the sign in disbelief.
There's no way that my husband set this up for me.
He stops at the far end of the parking lot and turns off the car.
“What's the plan?” I ask, my heart thudding in my chest. I read a graveyard scene last month and brought it up to him.
I never thought he would actually consider it.
“If I catch you, I get to do what I want to you,” he threatens me with a good time and a sly smile.
My cheeks burn with heat as the anticipation builds.
“Are there any rules I need to follow?” I ask him, pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache building between them.
He chuckles lowly and sets his hand on my knee before bringing it up to the hem of my dress.
He slips his fingers under the hem one by one until they brush against my wet panties covered in fishnets.
Applying pressure, he finds my clit and rubs in slow circles.
A quiet moan escapes my lips as my body lights on fire.
“Just one. I need you to come for me,” he responds as he uses his fingers to rip a larger hand-sized hole in the tights and work his way underneath my panties.
His fingers find the warmth of my pussy, causing my hips to buck slightly.
Pressing his fingers inside of me, I can feel him filling me up at this angle, strapped to the passenger seat.
“Fuck baby,” is all that manages to leave my mouth before his thumb finds my clit and I see stars.
Chest heaving, the fire in my belly builds as he leans across the car to get a better angle.
Pushing his fingers deeper, I get closer to the edge before they are pulled away, leaving me wet and needy.
My eyes flash open to see a wicked smile on his face.
“You'd better run fast, my little whore, or I will use your body until you have nothing left to give,” he warns me before unbuckling himself. My brain kicks into overdrive, my hand finding the buckle release and opening the door. My jacket falls to the floor of the car, but I know I won’t need it.
I take off into the cemetery and to the trees that have grown here over the centuries.
“Run, run as fast as you can,” he chants behind me as the sun starts to fall over the cemetery.
Shadows darken the spaces between plots, and while I want him to catch me, I want him to earn it.
Resounding footsteps sound like they are closing in.
His long fucking legs are making up for the head start that I had.
I find myself by the mosques and dart between them, trying to create some space.
The one at the far end is open just a crack. I hurry, not wasting any time.
Without looking behind me, I barrel towards it with as much grace as I can.
I try to avoid the heavy footsteps of my combat boots on the hard stone pathway, My hand reaches the door as I climb the steps, and for a moment, the win sinks in.
I’m going to hide and wait to see if he can find me.
Hunt me down and earn the win. I stifle a giggle.
Until I feel the warmth of his hand on my other wrist. My heart beat skyrockets as I try to pull away and fail.
Turning to him, I see that he has one of those masks on to obscure his face, just like in my book.
My heart swoons and my panties are drenched for my husband.
“Got you,” is all that comes out of his mouth.