Page 46 of Far From Sherwood Forest

He blinks, coming back to himself as he looks around at where we are. His brow furrows when he sees that we’re parked in front of my cabin.

“The ranger’s cabin?” he asks. “This is your place?”

“Don’t worry. We’re not going inside.”

There’s no way I could stand having Robin in my space.

He opens his mouth to undoubtedly ask more questions, but I open my door and get out before he can. Seeing as how his hands are still cuffed behind his back, he has to wait for me toopen his door. When I do, I grab his arm and yank him out. He stumbles, his chest hitting mine before he rights himself.

“What are we doing here?” he asks, peering around nervously.

Releasing him, I take a step back and grin. “You’re going to run.”

His eyes widen as they land on me again. “What?”

“You said you’d make me chase you.”

Realization crosses his face, and he swallows as he shifts on his feet. “Are you going to uncuff me?”

My grin widens. “No.”

“You can’t be serious. You expect me to run through the woods with my hands cuffed behind my back?”

“This is what happens when you want to fucking play with me, Robin.” I move forward again, crowding him against the side of my truck. Reaching up, I brush a loose strand of hair off his forehead with a deceptively gentle touch that’s a stark contrast to how Ireallywant to touch him, how I’ll be touching him soon. When he starts to lean into it, I pull my hand away. “Do you want to keep playing, or should I take you to the station after all?”

His glare hardens even while his eyes darken with lust. “I hate you.”

I think he might mean it, but it’s still not as much as I hate him.

“Good.” Stepping back again, I say, “You have five seconds to make your choice. I’ll even give you a head start. Are you going to run, Robin?”

He takes all five of those seconds to make his decision. When he does, he rolls his eyes before breaking out into a sprint toward the trees. I hang back, watching him go. Even though he’s usually faster than me, I’m pretty confident I’ll be able to catch him easier in his current predicament. Plus, I want thechase to last.

I give him about a minute before I go after him. I’m not much of a tracker, but it’s easy to figure out which direction he went by broken twigs and the disturbed ground. It doesn’t take long before I hear him crashing through the brush ahead.

I chose the area by my cabin for this because pretty much everyone stays away. No one wants to explore the park close to the ranger’s home. And even though it might be a bit busy today, those are mostly day visitors since it’s still too cold for most campers. So no one’s likely to come out this far.

Following the sounds of Robin running and stumbling his way through the trees, I keep a consistent distance between us, not rushing. Just enjoying the thought of Robin’s heart hammering in his chest with anticipation.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you when I catch you?” I call out. I don’t expect a response, and I don’t get one. “I hope you know what it is you really asked for, Robin, because there’s no backing out now.”

I have no plans on being gentle.

He wanted a hate fuck, so that’s what he’s going to get. I’ll fuck all my hate into him until he’s filled to the brim with it.

As I continue chasing him through the woods, the blood starts rushing to my cock again. It’s the sounds coming from Robin up ahead growing louder—harsh breathing, grunts and curses every time he nearly trips. It’s the feeling of being a hunter, a predator, and he’s my prey. It’s the images in my head of what’s going to happen when I finally catch him.

I wonder if he’s as hard as I am.

“Your mouth really was so pretty when it was wrapped around my cock.”

My voice is barely breathless since I’m hardly having to exert myself. But somewhere ahead comes a slew of winded curses and the stirring of underbrush like maybe he almost fell.I chuckle to myself.

“I can’t wait to see how good your ass looks when it’s taking all of me next.”

“Fuck!”

There’s a thud and shuffling that gets louder as I keep moving forward. When I round the thick trunk of a tree, I see Robin on the ground, writhing like a fish out of water. I knew if he tripped, he’d have a hell of a time getting back up.