Page 160 of Chalk Outline

I pull in the clutch, bang the gear up, and then release it as I twist the throttle.

I turn left and enter the busy parking lot just as groups of bikers and hundreds of cars are leaving. A warm hand grips my cock, squeezing it tightly. My breath hitches as she runs her fingers up and down the bulge in my pants.

I wear sweats, and goddammit, I can feel everything. The girl wanted ice cream, so we left our apartment, and this turned out to be so much more.

It always happens.

I wanted her to get out of Salem, so I took her on a short trip.

“What are you doing?” I whimper as I try to refocus on the road. I slow down to enjoy the feel of her touch without risking her safety. “That’s why you wanted to be my backpack today instead of riding your own bike.”

I go around a few vehicles, get us back onto the main road, then turn down a side street.

“Shh,” she whispers. “You’re already getting hard.” I hear the grin tug at her lips from her lustful voice, and it makes me want to bend her over the bike and claim her in front of everyone.

Show them she belongs to me.

Her free hand massages my shoulder thoroughly before she drags her nails down my jacket onto my chest and twists my nipple, setting every nerve in my body ablaze.

Fuck.

My cock jerks against its confines.

“That’s d-dangerous.” I groan just as she wraps her hand around my throat. “I need to bring you home safe, Little Demon.”

“I trust you will.”

Winona’s scream shatters the silence and reverberates across the forest, drawing my rapt attention immediately as I stride toward her.

I chuckle darkly. So adorable. Trapped like a little prey for me to feast on. I waited to be hers again and earn the right to stand beside what’s mine.

Yanked up, a thick net is tangled around her ankles, resembling a hammock between two thick trees a few inches apart. Her radio and rifle are tossed at the bottom, and her hair spills freely above them. Blush creeps up her cheeks from all the blood that’s rushing down.

“Reeve!” she yells, thrashing against the bindings. “You crazy motherfucker.”

This is just the beginning.

“I only fuck you, and it stays that way.” I inch closer. “But if you want me to turn you into a mama, just say the word.”

“Ahhhh!”

More chuckles escape my lips.

The net trap caught her well with the added strings and ropes I tied to a thick branch. Everything connects to a metal bar with a handle I can operate—like a windlass—a mechanical toy for my book lover. I’ve been working on it for months.

I click my tongue. “What happened to rule number one?”

My sounds of amusement quickly fade when she pulls out our pocket knife to cut the net.

I snatch it out of her hand. “Give me that. No cheating.”

She gives me her sassy little smirk in return. “Fine. Are you going to fuck me upside down?”

I drag my tongue across the inside of my teeth.

Controlling her, owning her, claiming her time and again fuels my entire body.

I will satiate her needs, her unspoken demands, in a way that will forever alter her mind. I claim her silently. With a single glance, I ignite her soul, and she burns beautifully for me. My eternal flame. She owns every inch of my body and every part of my soul.