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Story: Uprising
It takes him two seconds to finally slow down before he pulls over. The moment he stops, I swing the door open and rush out. Fresh air wraps around my nose, calming my racing mind.
“Get back in the car.” Reed orders indifferently. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
“God, I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours, and you’re so—so, ugh, you’re infuriating. You bark orders, and you don’t answer questions.” I stomp my foot like a toddler.
His jaw works back and forth, his focus not entirely on me, and that makes me enraged.
“Jesus fuck! Just pay attention to me!” I scream out. My eyes widen at the sudden outburst. I can’t name a time I’ve ever acted like this. Definitely not before everything went to shit. I could get any dick I wanted before, but now it’s a different story. And for some reason, my cock wants Reed. I want his attention on me. I want him to answer my questions.
“Noah,” he warns.
I shake my head, needing to get this aggression out. Only I have no outlet. Not unless…. Nope, don’t even think about it. Even if all I can think about is Reed bending me over and using me how he wants.
“Don’tNoahme.”
“Get back in the car.”
I shake my head, refusing to do anything he wants.
“Strike one,” his eyes narrow.
“No.”
“Two.”
“What is this? You’re just going to leave me out here? You might not have a heart, but you wouldn’t do that.” I gamble. I’m not entirely sure if that’s true. I’m guessing and praying that he doesn’t. I have no idea where we’re at, and from the looks of it, there’s nothing around here for miles. I would die.
I’m so caught up in my head that I didn’t notice Reed moving around the car, not until he’s suddenly standing in front of me. So close that I have to physically tilt my head back to look up at him.
“Get inside the car, now, Noah.”
“No.” My voice comes out weaker, and all hopes that he didn’t catch on die when he raises one of his brows.
“Now or?—”
“Or what? What are you going to do out here? Kill me?”
Reed bends down, making us at eye level. “No, I won’t kill you.” His voice is so low, I barely hear him. But the moment he opens his mouth again, I hear everything perfectly.
“Get inside the fucking car, or I will bend you over my fucking knee and spank your bare ass until it’s so red you can’t sit down for a goddamn week.”
My mouth drops open. All the oxygen that was once inside my body evaporated, sucked out. I’m lost on what to do, but my feet apparently do. Moving on their own, I move around Reed, sinking back into the passenger seat.
“Good boy.” In a mist of my brain fog, I vaguely hear him. But it’s enough that my cock strains against the zipper of my pants. Begging for relief. But I refuse to let him have this over me.
Even if him calling me a good boy is a weakness.
CHAPTER9
Noah
Ikeep my legs pressed against the passenger side door and my arms folded over my chest. I’m pouting. I deserve to pout, especially since this has been a nonstop dumpster fire since I ran into Reed. It’s been nonstop, never having a moment to myself to think about this clearly. Where in my right mind did I think it was a good idea to travel with a stranger? Or better yet, let myself think he’s attractive? I mean, there’s no reason I should think this six-foot-five walking man of muscle, and a damn muzzle covering the bottom half of his face is hot. He could have no teeth. Or he could have a giant nose. Or shit, what if he had a clown nose?
I bite my cheek, stopping myself from saying anything. While it takes everything in me not to blurt out questions or demand he tell me why he thought it was a bright idea to call me good boy. I don’t. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes focused on the window. Anything to keep my mind off Reed and the fire burning inside my stomach. I mean, what kind of human is he? There’s something different about him that I can’t quite put my finger on. He’s too silent. Most people can’t stand awkward silence, but Reed appears to have no problem with it.
None. Zip. Zero.
I hate it.
“Get back in the car.” Reed orders indifferently. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.
“God, I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours, and you’re so—so, ugh, you’re infuriating. You bark orders, and you don’t answer questions.” I stomp my foot like a toddler.
His jaw works back and forth, his focus not entirely on me, and that makes me enraged.
“Jesus fuck! Just pay attention to me!” I scream out. My eyes widen at the sudden outburst. I can’t name a time I’ve ever acted like this. Definitely not before everything went to shit. I could get any dick I wanted before, but now it’s a different story. And for some reason, my cock wants Reed. I want his attention on me. I want him to answer my questions.
“Noah,” he warns.
I shake my head, needing to get this aggression out. Only I have no outlet. Not unless…. Nope, don’t even think about it. Even if all I can think about is Reed bending me over and using me how he wants.
“Don’tNoahme.”
“Get back in the car.”
I shake my head, refusing to do anything he wants.
“Strike one,” his eyes narrow.
“No.”
“Two.”
“What is this? You’re just going to leave me out here? You might not have a heart, but you wouldn’t do that.” I gamble. I’m not entirely sure if that’s true. I’m guessing and praying that he doesn’t. I have no idea where we’re at, and from the looks of it, there’s nothing around here for miles. I would die.
I’m so caught up in my head that I didn’t notice Reed moving around the car, not until he’s suddenly standing in front of me. So close that I have to physically tilt my head back to look up at him.
“Get inside the car, now, Noah.”
“No.” My voice comes out weaker, and all hopes that he didn’t catch on die when he raises one of his brows.
“Now or?—”
“Or what? What are you going to do out here? Kill me?”
Reed bends down, making us at eye level. “No, I won’t kill you.” His voice is so low, I barely hear him. But the moment he opens his mouth again, I hear everything perfectly.
“Get inside the fucking car, or I will bend you over my fucking knee and spank your bare ass until it’s so red you can’t sit down for a goddamn week.”
My mouth drops open. All the oxygen that was once inside my body evaporated, sucked out. I’m lost on what to do, but my feet apparently do. Moving on their own, I move around Reed, sinking back into the passenger seat.
“Good boy.” In a mist of my brain fog, I vaguely hear him. But it’s enough that my cock strains against the zipper of my pants. Begging for relief. But I refuse to let him have this over me.
Even if him calling me a good boy is a weakness.
CHAPTER9
Noah
Ikeep my legs pressed against the passenger side door and my arms folded over my chest. I’m pouting. I deserve to pout, especially since this has been a nonstop dumpster fire since I ran into Reed. It’s been nonstop, never having a moment to myself to think about this clearly. Where in my right mind did I think it was a good idea to travel with a stranger? Or better yet, let myself think he’s attractive? I mean, there’s no reason I should think this six-foot-five walking man of muscle, and a damn muzzle covering the bottom half of his face is hot. He could have no teeth. Or he could have a giant nose. Or shit, what if he had a clown nose?
I bite my cheek, stopping myself from saying anything. While it takes everything in me not to blurt out questions or demand he tell me why he thought it was a bright idea to call me good boy. I don’t. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes focused on the window. Anything to keep my mind off Reed and the fire burning inside my stomach. I mean, what kind of human is he? There’s something different about him that I can’t quite put my finger on. He’s too silent. Most people can’t stand awkward silence, but Reed appears to have no problem with it.
None. Zip. Zero.
I hate it.
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