Page 116 of Dare You to Run

“You’re bad, you know that.” She scratches her fingers through my stubble and it’s all the indication I need to know I better find Malik…now.

“They don’t call me the Big Bad Wolf for nothing.” I turn my head and snap my teeth at her fingers.

“Who the fuck isthey? Show me who she is so I can kick her teeth in.”

My face lights up with joy seeing how much of my darkness has infiltrated my ray of sunshine. And in turn, her light now runs through my veins.

“It’s only you, little mouse. Now,” I reach around and smack her ass. “Give me Olive so I can pass her off. You…run run run, little mouse.”

I growl, my predator smile wide and menacing, and it only takes a minute for her to pull Olive from her little sling and practically toss her at me.

I take my chunky nugget and watch as my wife spins on her heels and begins to run out of the barn. She looks over her shoulder with a smile and a wink, and I bolt in search of Mal.

As the years have gone by, our little games only get more adventurous and more primal. And my little mouse craves the chase and the pain.

This time I had to be sure to leave my mark where people wouldn’t see it when she walked down the aisle in her bridesmaids dress. Her still flushed cheeks and erect nipples told me she was replaying the way I made her scream. Not even the fact that Gemma walked down the aisle in purple DARE Inc. riding pants and white DARE shirt could make her mad. I do give my G.G. credit for wearing her fancy shoes and a bow in her hair.

And she should thank me for giving her mama something else to think about besides the muddy mess she was just hours ago.

If anyone would have told me years ago that this would be my life, I would’ve called them a fucking liar. Who knew a silly dare and game of darts would lead to a happiness I never knew was possible. Nothing can ever take that away.

I fucking dare them to try.