Chapter 9 #2
Her grumble was sweet music. There was something so sexy about a woman calling me an egotistical maniac. I took that as a compliment.
She sprinted ahead of me and I was finally able to admire her long legs in tight little shorts and a tee shirt highlighting her voluptuous curves without being slapped or shot. Even the way her hair swung back and forth in the ponytail was attractive. “Catch me if you can.”
Her shout did exactly what she was hoping it would do.
I took off running. Really running. As in full speed.
Within a flash, I was right behind her, holding steady at her pace. She shot me a look over her shoulder and I’d be damned if she didn’t run even faster.
The grin remained on my face as I threw myself into the task. This was a little like cat and mouse, only there was no way she could win.
Not against me.
When I was right behind her a second time, I upped the game.
And tackled her to the ground. We rolled a couple of times, her sunglasses flipping off. I purposely landed on top of her, doing my best not to crush her with my full weight.
Her gasp was followed by her attempt to shove me off.
“Not so fast, sweetheart.” I grabbed her arms, yanking them over her head then clasping her wrists together with one hand. After lowering my shades, I concentrated my heated gaze on her luscious lips.
She didn’t like that one bit, her mouth twisting in extreme frustration.
“Get. Off. Me,” she finally hissed.
“Not until you concede.” My thoughts drifted to the kiss the night before. Maybe I’d been an ass, but her lips had looked too delectable. My resistance has been chained the moment I’d looked into her fabulous eyes.
“Concede? To you? Never.”
“You mean to an egotistical maniac?” I shifted on top of her, so she’d feel exactly what she did to me. Her look of shock and awe amused the beast inside. “I wasn’t supposed to hear that. Huh? Well, I will confess I have sharp hearing. Very sharp. Be careful what you say around me.”
All her wiggling managed to accomplish was getting the full understanding my hunger was off the charts. She blinked furiously and her long lashes skimmed across her cheeks as a dazzling shade of rose swept over her jaw.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
There was a moment, one of those romantic cues in some stupid chick flick where everything came to a standstill. Her lips were there. The desire was hot and heavy. My primal needs were running rampant.
Around her, I had limited self-control.
I lost it at that moment and captured her mouth for the third time, instantly thrusting my tongue inside. Only I went even further, sliding my fingers down her side, skimming the tips just under her full breast.
She stiffened but moaned into the kiss, still fighting me like the feisty woman she was. She had no idea how much that was turning me on.
The taste was just as explosive and when I ran my finger along the waistband of her shorts, she managed to jerk one hand free. This time, she pummeled my shoulder with her fist several times.
“Ouch!” I threw out as I reared back, sitting on my butt.
“Suits you right for manhandling me.” She managed to push me away, scrambling until she was on her knees. What I hadn’t anticipated was the moment she gave me a hard right hook, catching me just under the chin.
“What the fuck?” The force jarred my entire jaw, a shot of pain heading all the way up the back of my neck.
“You deserved that.”
“A punch? Are you kidding me? I think you need to learn some manners.”
“Me? You’re the one who accosted me. Not the other way around.” She tried to crawl backwards, the look of venom in her eyes way too attractive. I was at that point with her that my skin was tingling, my heart hammering, and I’d be damned if I didn’t feel completely possessive.
Mate.
The word sizzled my mind and I reacted.
I don’t know what possessed me other than I’d blame my hormones. I snapped my hand around her wrist, dragging her not on but over my lap.
Lily stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.
But not for long.
When I yanked on her shorts, ripping the material as well as her thong over her rounded bottom, she threw out an excessive number of curse words.
“You goddamn son of a bitch. You asshole. You shithead. What are you, some monster?”
If she only knew. “Just a man who needs to teach a lady a lesson.” I rubbed my palm on her soft skin and my cock immediately shifted to full arousal. This was not good. Not good at all.
What did I care?
With a smile of pure joy on my face, I cracked my hand down on her backside.
Her yelp was from shock and anger.
“Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to throw punches?” My question was met with an intense growl of her own. I was impressed.
“Let me go.”
I smacked her several times, easily holding her down even while she huffed and puffed. Did she not know that Little Red Riding Hood was a fairytale?
“Not until you tell me you’re sorry.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Okay then.” I shifted my hand from side to side, enjoying the light breeze and the way the sun felt on my skin. As I continued spanking her, the sight of her skin turning a lovely shade of pink was even tastier.
“I’m going to… I will… You have no idea…” she sputtered.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I issued harder smacks, enjoying the sound of skin striking skin just as much. Was there a fleeting thought in the back of my mind that I was crossing several lines? Yeah, but the thrill of possession enticed the beast inside.
He’d had a long few days and maybe this would abate his incessant needs.
She wiggled and cursed some more, her arms flailing. Her efforts were amusing and I smiled as her ass took on a deeper shade of red. Maybe later she’d make good on her threat, but for now I gathered a full whiff of her desire, which was priceless.
Soon, she stopped struggling, doing nothing more than pressing her palms on the track’s surface and panting. The one thing I couldn’t do was read minds, but I didn’t need to. I could tell she was drifting from rage and surprise to something much darker.
Lust.
My cock throbbed to the point she had to feel the hard line of my shaft against her stomach. What if I took her right here? Would that cross the line?
As delicious as it sounded, even I wasn’t that much of a cad.
I finished up the spanking, flexing my fingers. They were nearly as hot as her bottom was red. Maybe I should take a picture of this special moment.
When I was certain she was calm, I lifted my hands. With lightning speed, she scrambled away, spinning toward me. Her flushed face was the color of her plump little bottom.
Could my balls be any tighter?
“This isn’t working.” She looked away, jerking to her feet and yanking on her shorts.
The moment was shattered. I rolled off onto my back, staring up at the sky where I remained.
She paced the track, cursing under her breath, but it was loud enough I knew she wasn’t attempting to hide them from me.
When she stormed over again, I crossed my legs at my ankles, making myself more comfortable.
“Let me tell you something… Mister… Masters.” Several strands of hair had fallen from her ponytail, and she blew them constantly, finally coming close to ripping hair out as she straddled my body while standing over me.
The filthiest images popped into my mind.
My mother would call me a bad boy.
Yes, yes, I was.
“I’m not here to play with you. I’m here to do a job.
Whether you want to hear this or not, your career is in the toilet.
Someone is going to come along and hit the lever and flush you down the drain if you don’t take this seriously.
I can do many things with perception but not without your help.
So you decide. If you want my help, fine.
Then you’re going to do what I ask. If you don’t, that’s okay.
It’s your funeral by drowning. I simply don’t care. ”
She didn’t wait for my answer, huffing at me before storming off.
I turned my head, watching her walk away and maybe for the first time in my career, someone had put me in my place that I’d listened to.
Maybe it had something to do with the possibility she was my mate.
Or maybe for once I’d need to face facts.
She was right.
Clamoring to my feet, I jogged back to the area where we’d started and without being told, I stood on the line.
My guess is she was shocked I was following her directions.
“Ready?”
“I’m ready, Ms. Weathers.”
Her sigh was heavy. “Then go.”
And I took off running. Sadly, I had a feeling I was going to shock her even more than when I’d spanked her.
Maybe she should become prepared for more.
Much, much more.