BONUS SCENE
Chasing Red in summer was a different mind game than winter.
Summer meant she could get farther because she didn’t have snow or the weight of winter clothes slowing her down.
There was more daylight. More time for me to find new ways to make her needy and desperate for me before I took her home.
I loved everything about chasing Red. She trusted me with this side of herself, and that was something I would never take lightly.
Over time, her rules had changed. Her boundaries had shifted.
The more I chased her, the more she wanted me to catch her and the more she wanted it to hurt.
Even when she was on her hands and knees trying to get away from me.
Like now.
My hand circled her ankle, pulling her back every time she attempted to raise up on her palms and escape.
“Where you going, Red?”
“Let go of me!” she cried, her words coming out short and demanding.
“But I caught you, baby. And you said I could do whatever I wanted when I caught you.”
Glaring at me over her shoulder, True groaned, struggling against my hold again.
The frustrated whimper she let out punctuated her failure.
She went from holding herself up on her elbows to being flat on her stomach in the dirt.
“I don’t want you to touch me,” she said, her voice muffled.
“You’re a fucking liar, Red,” I retorted, knowing my casual tone would get under her skin. With a smirk, I dropped her leg. “Get up.”
She didn’t immediately start moving, so I nudged her leg with the toe of my boot before slowly circling her form.
“I said get the fuck up, Red.”
Huffing, she got to her feet, shot me a scowl and took off like I couldn’t catch her ass. Again.
I stayed in place until she disappeared into the trees. Until she felt like she was safe.
I didn’t have to sprint to catch up with her because she ran in a zig zag that never worked in her favor. I got peeks of her red hair between the leaves and branches every time she ran in a different direction, and a twisted sense of satisfaction hit me at how easy this was going to be.
The familiar rustle of pine straw under her shoes made me stand in place. We were about a mile away from her cabin right now. We’d never made it out this far and her steps had slowed as she tried to acquaint herself with her surroundings.
True was close enough for me to hear her breath come out in short puffs. But I kept enough distance between us so she couldn’t see me watching her.
I stayed where I was. Silent and ready.
Hidden in the shadow of a taller tree, I reclined against the opposite one, studying her every move.
This was my favorite part—the waiting. Because it wasn’t always about the chase with True. It was about being still and waiting for her to walk into my trap.
And she always did.
So, I waited, blending in with the dark tree trunks in all black.
All my senses were focused on one thing.
And then it happened.
First, I smelled cherries and vanilla.
Heard her footsteps grow closer.
Saw her relax when she didn’t see me.
Felt her pulse jump when I locked my arms around her shoulders.
Tasted the fear on her lips when I pinned her against the tree.
Felt the sting of pain when she bit down on my lip to break the kiss.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, fighting against my hold on her wrists. I held them pressed together in one hand while I lifted the other to clamp over her mouth.
“Why you keep running from me?” I didn’t move my hand so she could answer but smiled at the muffled sound of her voice against my palm.
She was mad.
I liked her mad.
Sweat slid past her brow and more of it slicked the swell of her breasts.
Shaking my head, I ran my tongue over my lips, smirking at the taste of copper.
I was bleeding for her.
On cue, the rest of the blood in my body raced to my groin and my dick was hard in seconds.
“All this fucking fight when you could just give me what I want from the beginning.”
Her gaze narrowed on my mouth, a heat I hadn’t seen before sparking in her orbs.
“You see what you did to me, Red? I’m fucking bleeding for you.”
I uncovered her mouth to hear her hiss out, “You deserve it.”
Laughing, I pushed my knee between her legs, forcing them apart. “I deserve it?”
“Yea,” she spat without hesitation.
“And what do you deserve, Red?”
It wasn’t supposed to be a rhetorical question, but it became one when I shoved my hand past the waist of her shorts and skimmed my fingers over her sex.
“What do you deserve, Red?” I repeated, licking the corner of my mouth again. “Because you’re wet as fuck right now and I’m having a hard time believing it’s not for me.”
She kept her mouth shut and let me cup her pussy, using the heel of my hand to massage her through her panties.
“Oh, you ain’t got shit to say now, huh?”
Her chest rose and fell with pants as the anger in her eyes melted into lust.
The more pressure I gave her, the drunker she looked.
Without warning, I pulled my hand out of her shorts and took a step back.
True’s eyes widened but she still didn’t speak.
“You done running?”
She nodded.
“Then get on your knees.”
“Wha—”
“I said get on your fucking knees, Red.”
Realizing my hands were no longer binding her wrists, she scrambled to her knees beneath me, tipping her head back to wait for my next command.
Shit , I didn’t think I would ever get used to that. The way she went from defiant to submissive in the blink of an eye.
She looked so ready for me to use her because she knew it would please me. My dick strained against my zipper, loving every second of it. I needed her fucking mouth on me.
“Open your mouth,” I barked, unzipping my jeans. I pulled my dick free from the slit in my boxers and smacked it against her tongue.
Greedily, she licked up the precum dripping from my tip and worked her tongue over my length.
It felt good, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
She only had half of me in her mouth right now, moving back and forth over the tip.
“All of it, Red. Put your hands behind your back and let me fuck your throat.”
Instead of looking surprised, a devious smile played on her lips before she put her hands behind her back and dropped her jaw to let me in deeper.
A sexy moan vibrated against my dick as I pushed inside of her and that was all I needed.
I fucked her throat until she was gagging and tears replaced the sweat on her face.
I didn’t stop until there was slobber all over her chin and her mascara painted her cheeks.
“Shit, True. You gone make me come.” I hit the back of her throat and stopped, biting my lip to keep my whimper inside. “Look at how you let me fuck your throat in the middle of these woods.”
I grabbed her face, wiping some of the tears.
“So fucking good for me.”
True gasped, pulling my dick free to suck in a breath while she stared at me. There was longing in her eyes and so much fucking trust I wanted to pull her up off the ground and fuck her against this tree. But I didn’t.
I waited for her to catch her breath and silently commanded her to keep going.
I couldn’t even count to ten before I was coming down her throat. She took it all, blinking through the tears. Backing a few steps away from her, I zipped up my pants.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you let me use you, Red.”
Helping her to her feet, I swiped a drop of cum from the corner of her red lips and groaned.
She was still silent as I pulled off my shirt and wiped her face clean before kissing her greedily. “You’re always so good for me.”
True finally let a smile claim her face at my praise. I kissed her again. She tasted like me and that made me kiss her harder.
Breaking away, I searched her demeanor for signs of a drop.
That was intense and I needed to know she was okay.
“I’m fine, Greyson,” her raspy voice assured me, even as she rested her head against my chest. “But I’m ready to go home.”
I wasn’t taking her word for it yet. It didn’t matter because the rest of the day was dedicated to aftercare anyway. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. She hadn’t dropped with me so far but that didn’t mean she never would.
Kissing the top of her head, I grabbed her hand and started the twenty-minute trip back to our house.
“Then let’s go home.”