Chapter Seventeen
Beau
F ucking hell. Moving through the woods with my dick raging is not going to help me outsmart my girl by any means. I wanted to stay on the tree line so I could see her face when she came out and I was gone, but I knew it would be smarter to put more distance between us.
Despite what she may think, I know I'm the prey in this situation.
The only thing I've got going for me is this being my land. I took Cooper exploring it every chance I had when I moved in, and I’m comfortable enough navigating the forest at night without a flashlight to not have to worry about getting lost or hurt by stumbling somewhere I shouldn't be.
I'm hoping the unfamiliar terrain and the lack of light—only what little moonlight is peeking through the trees—will slow Jolene down and give me a bit of an advantage.
It sucks having to move so slowly, but I can't afford to alert her to my location.
Try as I might, it's impossible to not make any noise while navigating the forest floor in the dark.
I tread lightly, but my next step lands on a stick that sends a resounding snap through the night air.
My heart races as I hold my breath and strain my ears for any sounds alerting me that Jolene is closing in, but I hear nothing.
I count to sixty a few times before slowly moving ahead.
There's a rock outcrop not far from where I'm at that would make the perfect place to ambush Jo, if only I can make it there without being detected.
The only downfall of heading to the rocks is the open meadow that I need to cross to get there.
I could stay in the tree line, but it would be a lot slower and more likely for Jo to catch me if I don't take the risk of crossing the meadow.
I'm almost to the clearing when I get the feeling of being watched.
Goosebumps erupt all over my body as the air grows heavy around me. I whip my head around, but I can't hear or see anything. Right now, the loudest thing is my heart racing in my chest. My breathing picks up as my body responds to a threat it can sense but cannot see.
I slowly creep ahead when I catch something out of the corner of my eye.
Whipping to my right, I scan the trees and forest floor, but I see nothing. My adrenaline is pumping right now, so it's hard to say whether I actually saw something or if it's just my mind playing tricks on me.
I'm just about to make a mad dash across the meadow when a rock goes whizzing by my head.
I spin in the direction the rock came from, but once again, I can't see anything.
I may not have eyes on her, but I know she must be close.
There's no way my girl would risk injuring me with a rock that size, if for no other reason than loving my dick and needing to come just as badly as I do currently.
Frozen to my spot, I try to decide if I should just make a mad dash to the rocks or tempt Jolene and hope she gives her location away by attacking me.
Stepping out in the meadow to give her a better target, I wait to see if she takes the bait.
I don't see any movement in the trees, so I start to make my way through the tall grasses to the rocks.
I'm about halfway through when my senses start tingling again. Slowly, I turn and scan my surroundings, but there's no sign of Jo. There are plenty of trails through the tall grass, but those could have been made by any number of animals.
As I start to move again, I sense the strike seconds too late.
Jolene somehow got ahead of me and found the meadow.
She was hidden in the tall grass, waiting to strike, just like a snake might.
She's quick as hell, and the jab she sent to my ribs sends ribbons of pain shooting up and down my side.
I want to lunge at her and use my longer wingspan to my advantage, but my lungs need a second to recover.
While my autonomic nervous system goes haywire, Jo is as cool as a cucumber.
It only makes me that much more in awe of her and her abilities.
I'm trained to manage my stress so that I don't get hurt.
But even having training I've called upon more times than I can count, I can't seem to get a grasp on myself.
I think it has to do with knowing that Jolene could have me dead in a heartbeat if she wanted to, but instead she chooses to love me. Squaring up with her is the biggest, most addicting high I've ever felt in my life. There's really no surprise I can't get my shit under control.
She's dancing around me, just out of reach, as if to taunt me into action. My lungs finally recover, and I'm able to get my breathing under control. I know I need to strike first, but whatever I do, Jo will be ready to counter.
"Come on, big guy. Make your move. I've been dyin' to get my hands on you for days."
"Oh, Joey girl. Just you wait."
"Promises, promises," she sing-songs as a glint of fire flashes in her eyes.
Like lightning, Jo attacks. She jabs me in the chin, flinging my head back, and I’m not in time to stop her from sweeping my legs out from under me. She's got me pinned in an instant, her strong thighs straddling my torso and her arms holding my hands above my head.
I startle when I realize she's tightening zip-ties around my wrist and securing me to something out of sight. I try bucking my hips, but she squeezes me tighter as she hangs on for the ride.
"What's wrong, Beau? You don't much like being tied up and under my mercy?" she croons as her tongue draws a path up my throat to my ear. "Because I've gotta say, I'm positively drenched seeing you strung up for me like this. You wanna taste?" Jo whispers in my ear, which makes me groan.
"Fuck. Yes." I still underneath her as I strain to meet her gaze. "Give me that pussy, Joey girl."
"Uh, uh, uh. You don't make the rules, but seeing as I'm aching, I think I might just let you have your fill."
My heart's pounding out of my chest as Jo stands above me and slowly, achingly pops the button on her cutoffs.
She shimmies out of them and drops her panties beside us, then steps up to my head and squats over my face.
I groan as she drips on my lips, just out of reach.
Straining, I try to get to her, but she's hovering far away enough that I can’t get a taste.
"Quit fucking around and sit on my face."
"As you wish." Jo slams down on my mouth and grinds her pussy on my tongue. Her scream pierces the air, drowning out my groan.
She wasn't kidding when she said she was drenched. My face is soaked as her need and my spit make a mess of both of us. My girl is riding me hard, and I can tell she's about to explode, so I bite down on her clit to get her there.
"Fuuuuck!"
Jo's orgasm floods my mouth and chin, making my cock throb angrily in my jeans.
My arms are straining as I try and get my hands on it, on her, or just free so I can relieve some of this tension filling me.
Meanwhile, Jo's rocking her body as aftershocks consume her.
I could so easily build her back up, but I'm starting to get pissed with how badly I need to come and my girl not giving a shit about it.
Jo slides off my face and flops on her back in the grass beside me, a sated smile on her face. "Shit, Beau. That was fucking perfect."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Joey girl. Now let me go, so I can fill that pussy and give you another orgasm."
"Mmm, I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
"Nope. This round was too easy. I'm not done playing with you. I feel like you went too easy on me. Maybe now that you're needing your release even more, you'll quit holding back and we can have some real fun."
The growl that rips from my throat surprises me, but Jo just cackles. I'm starting to see the maniacal side of my girl, and I'm glad I'm not usually on the receiving end of it. She's diabolical in her sexual torture. I can't imagine how she'd be when she truly hates her target.
Jo stands and starts dressing, much to my dismay. Apparently, she meant it and isn't going to help take care of this steel pipe trying to bust out of my jeans.
Fucking little shit.
"Here's the deal. I'm gonna slide your knife outta your pocket and hand it to you so you can get yourself free, then you're gonna come find me.
The next round, don't fucking hesitate because I sure as shit won't. You won't hurt me.
I trust you to be rough but not go too far, just like I'll do with you. Ya hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear ya," I grit out.
"Hmm, I don't know if I like that attitude much, Mr. Calhoun. I think you can do better."
Jo's straddling me again. She already snagged my knife out of my pocket but now has the blade open and is caressing my face with it.
With a flick of her wrist, the bite of steel slices my chin open.
Jo leans down and licks clean the trail of blood running down my throat.
If anyone else did that, I would be repulsed, but with Jolene, I'm about ready to come in my pants.
"Interesting." She cocks her head to the side as she assesses my blown pupils.
"You just made this game a whole lot more fun.
And just so you know, having you leave your mark on me with your mouth is hot as hell, but using this would be even better.
" She waves the knife in front of my face before laying it by my hands, jumping up, and sprinting away.
Freeing myself, I'm starting to realize how much Jolene has been holding back.
Everything new I'm learning tonight should make me second-guess why I love this crazy woman so much, but it just makes the pull to consume her grow that much more with every wall she lets fall.
I didn't realize I was holding back, but her calling me out on it makes it clear.
Once free, I pocket my knife and look off in the direction Jo ran. If my girl says she wants a game, then a game she will get.
Jolene
Shit! Did I go too far?