Page 15 of Don't Puck Up

Leaves slapped against our nearly naked bodies, and my toes sank into the soft, cool sand underfoot. Spiky little pinecones less than half an inch long stabbed into my feet, but I ignored the pain. My heart raced. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. We dashed further through the foliage.

I felt alive. For the first time in years, I was truly living in the moment. My smile was involuntary. I had the insane urge to whoop and laugh. We were literally getting chased through the forest by a masked man. He’d threatened to forcefully fuck us in the dirt.

A dark kind of excitement pooled low in my belly.

My hard-as-nails dick jolted with every stride. I hissed, and Kam’s steps faltered. “Are you okay?”

“My cock is so fucking hard, I can’t run.” I squeezed the base of my dick through my underwear and moaned at the memory of Vigilante’s hand on me. She whimpered and bit down on her lip, her gaze zeroingin on my erection for a moment before she tore it away and focused back on the path.

The trail came to an end, and we dashed out past the tree line onto the open beach. He could see us out here in the open. He’d probably be faster than us too. Maybe he was already waiting for us. Maybe we’d run straight into him.

My excitement burned like the embers of a banked fire that the masked man on our trail was stoking into a roaring inferno.

It wasn’t just the thrill of the chase. I was close to naked and running along a beach. I’d always hidden so much of myself. My sexuality couldn’t get out. But I never knew where the line was that would give me away. How did I avoid crossing it if I didn’t even know whether it would take one step or ten to out me? If I presented as an ally, would people connect the dots? I took my cues from the most toxically masculine men in hockey—I figured if no one thought they were LGBTQIA+, they would think the same of me. Then all I had to do was keep a low profile, keeping anything remotely controversial behind closed doors and drawn curtains.

Now anyone could see us, and it was a fucking revelation. I was equal parts voyeur and exhibitionist in bed. I had no idea wanting to get naked and watch and be watched extended outside onto this beach too. I wanted to get naked right here. I was raring to go.

I squeezed Kam’s hand as we kept running. I spotted another trail, and we dashed back into the forest that lined the beach. We were on the main path to the central part of the resort. There was a fork up ahead. If we went right, we’d end up at the restaurant. There would be people there. This whole adventure would stop. If we turned left, we’d be at the bure in a few minutes. But we might also run into Vigilante again.

I needed Kam to make the decision on which way we’d go. If she didn’t want this, we’d head straight to the restaurant.

“Go left up ahead,” Kam instructed, out of breath. “Back to the bure.”

I skidded to a halt, sending sand flying, and Kam followed suit. “Are you sure? Is this what you want?”

“I’m so wet.” Kam moaned and rubbed her legs together. “I was already worked up, but this…. This is a whole other level.”

I licked my lips, and my heart thudded hard in my chest. I was equal parts turned on and in fucking love with her at her statement. Knowing she was just as into this was a relief—I wasn’t alone in my fantasies. No matter how much I wanted it, if she wasn’t one hundred percent in, I’d kill Vigilante before I let him lay a finger on her.

But she wanted to try it. She wanted him.

What were the odds that I’d found my perfect match, my soulmate, as a teenager?

I’d stranded us on rocky ground, but we were working through it. And this was my deepest, darkest fantasy come to life—except I’d dreamed of doing the fucking. The unexpected plot twist was a jolt to my system, as if he’d pressed the button on something I never knew I wanted.

It turned out mine and Kamirah’s fantasies matched. The knowledge settled like a warm blanket over me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this shared fantasy would bring us even closer.

“Can’t wait to sink my cock into you,” I murmured, then looked around. We were in the shadows, the fork in the path just up ahead. “But unless you want to get caught here, we need to move.”

“Is it bad that I do?” she asked impishly, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, her nipples straining the thin cotton of her little cami. “I know you don’t, but—”

“I don’t understand it, but I actually do too.” I gestured to the path with a tilt of my chin, and we started running again.

I didn’t know why but I felt safe. It didn’t make logical sense. Maybe it was the mask—the anonymity of it all—that freed me from the part I’d rigidly played for so long. It was ridiculous, but the threat—No, thepromisethat he’d do whatever he liked to us simultaneously sent a shiver of anticipation through me and made me question my sanity.

Vigilante was taller than me, but his shoulders weren’t as broad as mine. I had him in brute strength, but it was as if he didn’t need it to hold me in place. He’d blocked my punch and turned the tables on my attack so easily that I’d been stunned. He’d held me in that completely vulnerable position long enough that his message was clear—he could overpower me if he wanted. But he didn’t hurt me. I got the distinct feeling that he wanted our consent to chase us and force us to submit to him.

And didn’t that light me up inside?

I’d wanted no responsibility. No names, no faces. He’d promised all that as well as a dick in my ass. I’d never tried it before. Up until five minutes ago, I hadn’t ever planned on doing it. But, truthfully, the thought of him forcing me face down into the sand and fucking me was making my insides flutter with anticipation. It was also making my already hard dick way fucking harder.

Kam’s hand slipped out of mine, and I looked over my shoulder at her. She was on her hands and knees, her foot tangled in a vine. I skidded to a halt, spun around, and went to her.

She scrambled to her feet, and I cast my gaze over her shapely body. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to remember that this was my reality—that she was my wife. This time I didn’t need to. I could still taste her on my tongue, could still feel her silky flesh against my lips.Her nipples were hard, and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to slow her breathing.

Kamirah sucked in a breath, and I knew. He’d found us.

Our eyes met, and I didn’t see an ounce of fear in her eyes. No, her blown pupils and wild gaze were filled with excitement and desire.