Chapter 20 The Chase #2
“We haven’t discussed what the challenge even is yet,” I reminded him.
“Do you remember where Team B’s base point was relocated to?”
I nodded. The base points moved frequently to keep the teams guessing. B’s was now just at the edge of the shore, about two and a half kilometers from here.
“If you can touch the pole before I pin you to the ground and fuck you, then you win.”
I stiffened, my pulse quickening as I cocked a brow at him, the image coming to mind being wild, dirty, and rough. But then reality hit, and my shoulders quickly sagged, a vicious frown forming over my brow as I let out an exaggerated groan.
Fuck, it was going to kill me to admit this.
“Not to stroke your ego here, but I have yet to manage that even without an injury.”
The grin he gave me made me want to punch him right in the throat.
“I’ll give you a ten-minute head start this time.”
Oh, how generous.
In truth, I would probably end up babysitting this kid anyway, even without the challenge. At least this way I had an opportunity to gain a little extra if I did somehow manage to win.
I frowned suddenly. “Hold on a minute, you just gave me all kinds of hell for wanting to simply jog through the woods, and now you’re completely fine with chasing me down in them?”
Darren rolled his eyes. “It’s been two weeks since then, Jaden. Do you want the chance to show me your progress or not? I have other things I could be focusing my attention on right now.”
I grumbled at his dismissal, but the idea of getting to drive even one of Darren’s many sports cars had me practically foaming at the mouth with want. But the realist in me knew damn well he would never willingly hand me that much control.
Negotiating with him was a total waste of time when he knew exactly what the outcome was already going to be. It was just another one of his illusions to make me think that I had even an ounce of influence in my life.
I sighed with disappointment. “Even though I know somehow you’ll ensure I lose, I’m still willing to give you a literal run for your money.”
He grinned something wicked, making my stomach clench in anticipation. Yeah, I was definitely going to lose.
“That’s my girl.”
Darren then leaned back, raised his wrist to his view, and pressed a button on his watch.
“Ten minutes … starting…now,” he said.
My eyes widened with alarm. “What, right now?”
He wanted to do this right this second? I was barely warmed up.
“Right now.”
Fuck.
Springing to my feet with a groan, I took off straight for the trees.
“Camaro, stay,” Darren ordered as she grumbled and shuffled to a stand.
She was such a good girl, but it was definitely best that she sit this one out.
Given my current status, it would take me about fifteen minutes to get to the base point from here on foot. It would probably take Darren only five to catch up to me before I made it. And that was assuming I didn’t tire or trip over anything.
I kept myself at a steady jog, not wanting to dispel all my energy for when Darren eventually caught up to me. I needed to save some of it for the eventual fight that was coming my way.
Catching me wouldn’t be enough this time. He had to pin me down, meaning I still had a fighting chance. It was slim, considering this would be the first time we fought since my injury, and my body would be rusty, but whatever. I’d still get a punch or two in.
I didn’t have much semblance of time out here, but the further I got, I had to assume it had been at least eight minutes. I could feel my pace starting to slow, my hips straining as I pushed my muscles a little more than usual.
God, this fucking sucks.
After another minute, my stride turned into a power walk, which was bad news since Darren was probably already headed my way. If I pushed myself, really pushed myself, I could make it to the base point in five minutes from here. And five minutes was all Darren needed to catch up to me.
Fuck it, Jaden. Just push it.
Ignoring the ache in my hips, I picked up my pace and sprinted through the trees, running hard and keeping my stride.
My lungs and legs were on fire as I forced oxygen through my system, but I could feel that I was close.
And then panic spiked in my stomach as my ears caught the distinct sound of branches cracking behind me.
My heart fluttered. Darren wanted me to know he was coming.
Fuck.
I didn’t dare look back and instead allowed the adrenaline to rush through my body, giving me the extra burst of energy I needed to hopefully finish this.
The ten-foot silver pole was finally in sight as I tore through what was left of the distance, my feet pushing hard into the uneven ground beneath me.
I almost allowed a flicker of victory to spark in my heart when I was actually close enough to reach out with my arm.
But before my elbow had even straightened, a hard band of steel wrapped around my middle and hauled me right off the ground.
Growling, I went with the momentum but swung my legs low to wrap my feet around the back of Darren’s knee and sent us tumbling straight to the ground.
We rolled into each other until I found myself looking down at a wild-eyed Darren, a wide animated smile on his face.
We both paused for a moment, long enough for me to realize he was flat on his back with me on top, straddling his hips while his hands clutched my wrists in each hand.
I cocked a brow. Now, how the hell did we end up here?
My eyes glanced ahead of him, locking on the pole that we were only twenty feet away from.
Tugging on my wrists, Darren kept them trapped, but in that second, I lifted both of my knees up and pushed my legs out right into his upper arms, kicking hard.
His grip loosened just enough for me to slip through and bolt from his body.
But I made it only a foot before his hand struck out and snatched my ankle, yanking me back down to the ground.
My hands kept me somewhat upright as I caught myself in the grass, turning my head over my shoulder to swing my other leg out, aiming for his head with my heel.
Darren easily ducked under it, but as he lunged forward, I was able to twist myself around and lift both knees to press my feet into his hips, preventing him from fully pinning me.
With all the strength I had left in my legs, I pushed as hard as I could and sent him flying over my head. He landed behind me with a groan, a smile cracking across my face as I shot forward, the pole nearly within my grasp.
I reached out, and my fingertips were inches away when Darren’s arm wrapped around my hips.
He yanked me hard away from the pole and slammed me down into the grass.
My fist struck out, clocking him right in the mouth, but he didn’t even react as his fingers hooked into my skort and thong and ripped them down my thighs.
Vaulting my upper body forward, I connected my elbow with his jaw, the blow naturally doing absolutely nothing to deter him from his objective. His other hand then shoved down on my chest, pinning me in place as he finished tugging my clothes down my legs.
I tried to keep my knees together as best I could while wrestling with his arm, but he had no issue yanking them apart and pressing his body between them.
In a last-ditch effort, I wrapped my legs around his torso as tight as I could, barricading my now exposed pussy against his body and blocking his entry.
Darren chuckled as he moved for his zipper, his fingers pinching the underside of my ass and making me jolt. Reaching out as far as I could, I grabbed at his other hand to keep him from freeing himself, clutching onto his thick fingers.
Sighing, he swatted my hand away before wrapping both my wrists in one giant palm above my head. Secured, he went back to his zipper and released his cock from the confines of his jeans. And then, ever so gently, he placed his hand just above my pelvis and carefully pushed down.
I groaned loudly as I struggled to hold my position, my hips unable to match Darren’s strength as he pressed down until my pussy was finally low enough for his cock to reach.
When my knees finally gave out, Darren surged forward, his cock spearing into my wetness with the force of a hungry victor. I cried out as my pelvis tilted to meet his thrust, my back arching as a kind of primal pleasure was forced onto me.
Darren growled as he hovered above me, his hand around my wrists tightening enough to bruise as he began fucking me into the dirt like a wild animal.
“Oh God,” I murmured under my breath, moaning the way I knew would spur him on. Releasing my wrists, he went for the edges of my shirt and ripped it apart to expose the sports bra underneath. He then gripped the little zipper and pulled it down, allowing my breasts to spill out.
“Fuck,” he growled, his palms covering each mound as he continued his onslaught on my body. He kneaded my breasts, thumbs caressing over my nipples, causing me to hiss with need.
I could feel my core clenching around him as more heat spread through my blood. His hands traveled down my body to grip my hips and lift them off the ground, adjusting his angle to hit me just where I liked it.
“Ah!” I cried out as my hands reached down for purchase in the grass. My mind was lost to the rush of ecstasy that coursed through my veins, lighting everything on fire.
“Fuck, do you have any idea how wet you are?” he growled. “I should hunt you down like this more often.”
Darren increased his pace, fucking me harder until I was crying and coming all over his cock, euphoria clouding all of my senses. I hadn’t even come down from the high before Darren was flipping me over onto my hands and knees.
Holding tight, he surged back into me, keeping me in place as he rocked into my body, his steel cock driving me fucking insane. Wrapping his fist in my hair, he yanked me back, forcing my gaze to focus on the pole in front of me. The one I had failed to reach in time.
“You were so close.” He snickered, the smile on his lips caressing my ear.
I stretched my neck, clicking my tongue. “I’ll just steal one like I did your bike,” I spat through gritted teeth.
I couldn’t stop the chuckle escaping as Darren growled and instantly hauled me back by my hair until his chest slammed into my shoulders.
One hand exchanged my hair for my throat while the other slipped low to pinch my clit, causing me to jerk in his hold.
All the while, his dick never missed a beat.
“Ah!”
His hand clutched tightly around my neck, squeezing just enough to make my hands reach up to grip his forearm. He pounded into me from behind with such force, such delicious agony, I could barely catch my breath as my fingernails clawed angry red streaks down his arm.
When I came a second time, my entire body tensed as a violent wave of pleasure washed over me. At that, Darren shoved my face into the ground, fucking me through my orgasm right into the dirt as he finally came, a primal snarl ripping from his throat.
Sated, he fell over top of me, blanketing my body with his while keeping most of his weight on his elbows that were planted on either side of my head. A few seconds passed between us as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Better luck next time,” he jested, the taunt making me want to elbow him in the ribs. But I couldn’t move if I wanted to. He was fucking everywhere, his large body covering mine so easily, I felt trapped beneath him. Like a damn rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.
Glancing up, I could only see the underside of his chin and some grass as he hovered over me. A throat punch would be so easy from this angle.
“Oh, believe me, there will definitely be a next time,” I replied gravely.