Chapter Eleven
Rory
Shai finally stops yapping. I’m taking him to one of our places—we have them all around the state. It’s a stupid thing to do, and Tiernan will probably be pissed if he finds out, but it’s too cold for us to do what I have planned outside, and this is our best option.
Like many of the homes we have, it’s secluded—this one on two acres of land, surrounded by open fields, except out back, where it’s just a short walk to a wooded area.
Shai frowns when we pull into the driveway of the two-story, farmhouse-style cabin.
“What the hell are we doing here?”
“Fucking. Did you already forget why you’re my pet?”
“Fuck off, Rory.”
“No. Get out of the car.” I reach into the back and grab my bag, then climb from the driver’s seat. Shai does the same, freezing air biting at us as we go up the porch steps. I type the code on the keypad to unlock the door. I’ve been here earlier today and got the heat going.
“Whose house is this?”
“You ask a lot of questions, pet.”
“Maybe that’s because you do a lot of dumb shit that doesn’t make sense.”
I chuckle. I like his fire. Like the recklessness in him that matches mine, always there, simmering beneath the surface.
“Are there rose petals and candles? While this is all very romantic of you, I didn’t think that’s what this would be about,” he says, making me roll my eyes. I definitely enjoy him more than I should.
“No. We’re here because this house is big, old, empty—other than the furniture—and you’re going to hunt me.”
His eyes widen comically, but then he cocks his head slightly, his forehead wrinkling as he studies me. “What do you mean I’m going to hunt you?”
“I want to try something. It got us both hard when you robbed me, so we’re doing a version of that here. With the lights off.”
“Is this some rape-fantasy thing? Because that’s not my style.”
“No. You’re not going to force me. I want your dick, and you want to give it to me. We’re playing a game, pet. We’re chasing a high, and I’m curious to see if this does anything for me.”
“Oh, just you, huh?”
“Well, you’re fucking me, so of course it’ll do something for you,” I tease, and he shakes his head but is clearly trying to bite back a smile. “Are you saying it’s not true?”
“I doubt you’ll be that good. I’m only here to pay off what I owe you.”
I lean close, mouth beside his ear as I grab the growing bulge beneath his jeans. “Liar, liar, pants on fire. You’re dying to fuck me. You would do it even if you didn’t owe me.” I massage his growing dick with my palm. “Admit it.”
“Why wouldn’t I want control over someone as powerful as you?” he asks, his breathing quicker, sharper than it had been moments ago.
“Who said you would be in control?” I ask, giving his dick one last squeeze before pulling back. I point to the table behind him. “Lube, condom, and a flashlight for you. Don’t do anything stupid because I really don’t want to kill you yet.”
“So I’m just supposed to find you and then fuck you?”
“Yes. But make it fun. I get annoyed when I’m bored.”
“There’s nothing boring about being fucked by me.”
“We’ll see.” I grin and take off my jacket.
Shai tugs his hoodie over his head, showing me his tattooed arm again, the dark lines against his too pale skin.
He might be hot, but a little sun wouldn’t hurt.
“Upstairs there are five bedrooms and a loft. Down here, there’s an office, living room, dining room, kitchen, the normal shit. Find me and claim your prize.”
He nods, watching me curiously. “I assume you know this is dangerous. You can’t trust me.”
“That’s why it’s fun.” I shrug, then walk toward the stairs. “I thought about giving you my gun, but lately my motto has been What would Ollie do, and he’d be pissed if I risked that.”
“He would approve of the rest of it?”
“Probably not, but I’m a work in progress.” I’ll never make the best decisions. “Stay here. I’ll turn the lights off, and then you come find me.”
On my way upstairs, I call out, “And take your shoes off!” I remove mine as well. We’ll be able to move more quietly that way.
I disappear down the hallway, my dick already chubbing up.
I’ve heard about this kind of primal play, and I’m hoping it will elicit that rush Shai and I are looking for.
It’s strange sharing this with him, this thing that excites us both.
I’ve fucked a lot of people, but this feels different—this secret between us.
I’ve never had a secret from Cillian or Tiernan before. Another way things are changing…
I go to the middle room on the right, log in to the app, and kill the lights in the house.
It’s pitch black out here, no streetlights to shine inside.
I move around the room, then slip into the hallway, listening for Shai’s soft footsteps.
There’s no light moving around, so he’s not using the flashlight.
“You know how easy it’ll be to find you, right?” he says, his voice getting closer, like he’s slowly coming up the stairs. “Just like it was easy for me to take what I wanted from you that night.”
Oh, fuck him. I let him take that money from me. It was nothing more than a game, but I keep my mouth shut, unwilling to lead him to where I am.
“I bet you have a tight little hole, don’t you? It’s going to stretch so nice and pretty for my cock. Then for the rest of your life, you’ll know the man who stole from you, got your ass for the first time too.”
Soft footsteps, closer now. I see him in the darkness, moving across the hallway, going into another room. I follow, all the blood in my body congregating in my groin, my dick already hard and throbbing.
I hear him toward the back of the room, listen for how far away he is, and whisper, “Boo.” Then close the door to the room he’s in and go into another.
My heart raps against my chest, my breathing picking up in that way it does when adrenaline is coursing through my body, making me feel jittery and excited.
A door opens. “You think you can hide from me, but you can’t. You might be toying with me, Rory, but I’m toying with you too. You want me to find you and fuck you, but I won’t do it until I’m ready.”
It takes everything inside me not to respond. Not to call him to me, not to bend over for him and make him show me how good he can fuck me.
I wonder if I should be nervous about taking dick for the first time. Is it normal for people to be and this is yet another instance where I’m on a different frequency than everyone else?
Shai’s dark figure walks past the room I’m in. Does he know where I am? Is he missing me on purpose? But then he stops, turns, and comes in.
I hold my breath when he moves past me, my back pressed against the wall. His senses need some work. He should be able to feel me here, know someone is watching him, but then, I’ve been doing it for days without him noticing.
“I can’t wait to ruin your hole for anyone else,” he says, moving away from me. “You can’t hide from me all night. I’ll find you and make you beg for it.”
I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. God, I want to knock him down a peg, want to tell him he’ll never make me beg for anything. I want him to fucking crave me, to beg for my ass and to never want another hole after he’s had mine.
Shai walks out of the room, and I push off the wall and follow him as he eases down the hallway. He stops, listens, and I hold my breath. The prey stalking the predator. I could be down with that game too. Shai moves again and I follow, keep going until we reach the room at the end of the hallway.
And then I take a step back, then another. “If you want to fuck me, you’ll need to catch me,” I say and start running toward the stairs, Shai right behind me.
I nearly trip going down but stay on my feet. Once I hit the bottom, my socks slide on the hardwood floor, my arm colliding with a wall as I make a quick turn to the left and keep going.
“You’re mine. You can’t get away from me,” he calls, breathless, chasing me.
“Fucking prove it,” I call back. God, I can’t believe I can even fucking move with the massive hard-on between my legs. I’m dying for it. Dying for him. I want him to catch me and take what we both want him to have.
As soon as my socked feet slide into the kitchen, he’s on me, arms around me from behind, pushing me against the island countertop.
“You’re dying for it, aren’t you, Cherry.” He slides his hand down the front of my body, not stopping until he’s cupping my throbbing dick.
“Because of the red hair? That’s unique,” I taunt, holding in my moan as he presses his thick erection against my ass.
“Yes. That was why at first, and now because I’m going to have your cherry, too.”
“Oh fuck.” My dick twitches in his hold. That was sexier than it should be.
The flashlight clicks on, Shai still rubbing his dick against my ass as he sets it on the counter.
“I’m not fucking you without seeing you. I captured you, and now you’re mine.” His fingers begin working my jeans open. “I could feel you when I was in the same room as you.” He pulls my jeans and underwear down my thighs.
“Liar. You only found me because I let you. Because I became the one stalking you, the one listening to you breathe, just like I do when I sneak in your trailer at night when you’re sleeping.”
His breath hitches.
It’s a lie. I haven’t, but I could, and I probably will.
“I caught you because you’re mine. Because you’re going to give me what I want just like the night I stole from you.”
“Then fucking do it before I get bored.”
The sound of his zipper pulling down greets me, then his jeans dropping to the floor.
I look over my shoulder, both of us glowing from the flashlight while he clicks open the lube and slicks his fingers.
I bend forward, offering him my ass, chasing the high Cillian gives Ollie when they’re together, that bliss of being full and fucked and taken that way.