Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Judas
“Ready or not, here I will explode in orgasms—I mean…come.”
I let the words ride the thunder like I wanted to do to Randy Pandy as the rain plastered my hair and ran down my fucking neck like itchy spiders.
The storm wrapped the forest in a blur of black and gray, and I grinned, letting it hide me even though I was the seeker. That little shit managed to ‘uno-reverse’ me.
But I couldn’t deny his need to play.
“You’re playing with your heart, Judas. Stop sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong and get away while you still can.”
I considered the demon’s words, but then I grimaced. “Nah. Randall is too delicious to pass up an opportunity to torment him. He gets this cute crease in his forehead that reminds me of the one on his right butt cheek. I’m gonna call them the Judas Creases. That sounds like a bad band name.”
Rocking out to the perfected song I made in two seconds, I skipped around the trees and looked for signs of where my broody doody had run off to hide.
Boot prints. Deep, squishy, and wet from the rain. Big, burly prints that matched my darling, Randall.
The stubborn little cop thought he could leave no trace? Cute. Hmm. Or maybe he wanted me to find him.
Contrary to everyone’s thoughts, I wasn’t stupid. I was highly intelligent, and I knew when the games weren’t pretend. I crouched, letting the thick mud suck on my vans.
Speaking of suck. You think Eeyore will let you suck his face again?
I grinned wider. “Fuck me, I sure hope so, Roxy. He tastes like rage, with a hint of that soap you can easily steal at the police station bathroom, but don’t eat it.”
Branches bent under the storm, and I paused, scanning the ground to follow his massive ogre-sized shoe prints. Lightning lit the sky again, and I used it to continue my hunt.
“This is too easy,” I whined to my friends around me as they skipped in a circle and broke apart when I walked through them. A broken twig was almost hidden in mud, but it led away from the boot prints.
“Hmmm?” A smear of rainwater carried a hint of him: all sweat, soap, and the raw metallic bite of his anger.
Yummy.
I ducked under a low branch, peering around. Mud clung to every inch of me, soaked through my clothes, making me freeze my ass off.
But it felt perfect.
My fingers brushed the ground: more tracks, deeper prints, and a slight drag mark from the baton he always carried.
“Liebling, you naughty thing, you definitely want me to find you. Fine. Ready or not, here I come!”
I crouched lower, probably looking like a dog as my eyes scanned the ground. A branch snapped to my left, and I froze, listening. Rain pounded in my ears, and I needed to vacate so I could fucking hear.
“Randy Pandy?”
A flicker of movement was shown, and a shadow skittered behind a tree. I grinned, tilting my head, watching it pause, chest heaving, bulging, delicious muscles flexing in the storm. My mind raced, twisting through possibilities of how to get him back underneath me.
“Ohhh, Liebling…” I whispered low, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “You leave breadcrumbs for me, knowing I can’t resist a good trail, but if you really wanted my attention, a clothing trail would be more sufficient…Just saying.”
The mud around his boot marks was smeared, wet streaks tracing every misstep, with each attempt to vanish away from me again. A puddle reflected his shape for a split second, and a crooked grin twisted my lips. I could almost taste the chaos already.
Another flash of lightning, and I saw him clearly. Finally, I was missing his pretty face. A tree shielded his bulk, and this time his gun was clutched in his meaty hands. His eyes narrowed when he got closer to me, and I smiled wider.
Perfect.
I held up my hands and stepped forward in the mud.
“Oh, fooey, you found your fun bag? Damn, guess you never wanted to play, did you?”
“You’re going back, Judas. This game is over.”
I crouched down. “Actually, this game of ours just started, Liebling.”
His chest puffed out, and he fussed with his gorgeous hair. The mud streaked across his face like he was hiding just enough, thinking he’d escaped.
Grinning widely, I lunged.
Mud and rain exploded around us, fists and elbows snapping, rolling, shoving, grappling.
Thunder cracked overhead, illuminating our wet, furious forms, but I kept going.
Randy was going to learn to behave. I ducked a punch, and shoved him into a slick tree, and tasted chaos, thrill, and that delicious little obsession that made him… mine.
“Little Chip…” he whispered, his voice low and big-mad. “You think you can vanish and leave me chasing shadows? That’s cute. Really cute. But stop it. What do you think is gonna happen? I will tell your brothers you’re alive, and the police force will come for you next.”
He hadn’t told my brothers I was alive yet? Why?
I quirked my brow and studied the mammoth of a man.
“Didn’t tell my brothers? What, you want to keep me for yourself, huh?”
A lightning flash illuminated his scowl, every muscle slick and gleaming. He shoved me back away from him, and I stumbled back a step. Ducking a punch, I elbowed him in the side and danced out of the way.
He got serious when my wandering hands didn’t mind their manners, and his gun was steady in his hand. Lightning lit the scarred, angry set of his jaw. I froze for just a heartbeat, letting him think he had me.
“Oh, goodie,” I murmured, my voice dark and playful. “Get my good side, Liebling. I need a matching set from Roe-Roe-Roe, blow your bro.”
I let him hold my gaze as I shucked off my shirt and the mud streaked across my lean chest. My little bullet scar glinted pale against all slippery muscles. I saw him falter, and that made me grin like a bitch.
Just a flicker.
“Well? I’m waiting. Right here, baby. You sure you don’t want just to spank me with your very thick baton instead?”
Randall growled and snatched my wrist in an unfun way. “Just because I won’t kill your dumbass doesn’t mean you aren’t going back to prison, Little Chip.”
He lowered the gun, but his hands twitched toward his cuffs.
Perfect.
I feigned surrender, allowing him to manhandle me toward him, and I clipped his cuffs and was ready for playtime.
No…bad, Judas. It’s not playtime.
Oh, right, no play time.
“Wait,” I murmured, soft, sweet, and almost innocent. “Before I go, Liebling…I have a question.”
His eyes narrowed, exasperated and irritated with my pure existence. “What now, Judas?”
“What did the weasel say again?” I tilted my head, my crooked grin curling as he paused from clicking the cuffs closed.
His eyebrows shot up. “The fuck? What about a fucking weasel?”
Yes!
My hand dove for his belt, sliding into his pants, my fingers curling around the baton with precision only a lunatic could manage. Lucky me, I was the mayor of Looneyville now that shitbag betrayer Larry had been tossed off the throne.
Whack!
“Pop goes the weasel!” I sang, leaning back, watching him crumple down into the mud with an angered groan.
He was so cute when he was asleep…much less grumpy.
Maybe I can…
“Judas Masters, get your dick in your pants and go to the club.”
I rolled my eyes at the killjoys and sighed, caressing my sweet chocolate giant before stepping away with his gun and baton.
I stood above him, my chest heaving, and my laughter low and predatory with the cracked mania surfacing through. His body twitched in the puddle, rain streaming over both of us. Dark brown eyes framed with fluttering lashes looked up at me as I whispered and leaned close.
“Sleep tight, Liebling…I know you’ll be back, but I’m not letting you get away unscathed next time we meet.”
The wetness of the mud clung to my skin, rain soaked through my clothes, and the lightning lit the jagged scar on my chest. I circled my man, nothing but a predator in the storm, thinking of every step, every clue he left for me, every sloppy little print he left behind on purpose, all to capture me and not play fair.
I owned this game.
And he will play by my rules if it kills him.
Maybe I’ve got this all wrong.
Or maybe…
“I needed a new game to play.”