Page 55 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Fifty-Five

Sailor

Jaxon didn’t say to wait ten minutes before going in, but I do it anyway.

The moment I walked onto the field that was wet with rain, I knew he was already here.

I felt him watching me like a predator in the night.

I made my way to the entrance of the hiking trail, just like last time.

It’s colder tonight than it was the other time we did this, and there’s been a lot of rain, so the ground will be soft and muddy.

I had to clean my car after the last time because there was dirt and twigs all over my seat, and after tonight, I have a feeling it’s going to be much worse. It’ll need to be detailed. I’m okay with that though. A small price to pay for getting to experience this.

When it’s time, I head into the trees, using the flashlight on my phone to guide the way. I walk slowly, keeping my senses on alert to watch out for animals. That’s the scariest thing out here.

There’s a light fog in the air, making it even more difficult to see. The light barely shines three feet in front of me, which is why by the time I see him, it’s too late.

A tall figure, dressed in black from head to toe, standing right there in front of me.

I gasp, the cold air filling my lungs.

Without a doubt, this is Jaxon. Something about the way he’s looking at me, even if I can’t see his eyes through the dark. I feel it. No one looks at me the way he does, like a wolf hungry for his favorite meal. I always know when he’s around.

How he managed to get in front of me, I have no idea. But here he is.

“Boo,” he says in a dark, raspy voice.

Any other time, I’d laugh. But it isn’t funny because I know what comes next.

He takes a small step forward, but still, I don’t move. My feet have grown roots.

I’m not sure why I don’t move. I’m so mesmerized by him and all that he is that I just want to stand here and look at him. I don’t get to do that the way he does. I don’t get to admire him, watch him, stalk him.

We can still do this once I see his face. It won’t destroy everything we have, and in fact, I’m hoping it takes us to another level. This is a real kink that real people have. It doesn’t have to stop when I learn who he is.

“Get going, little dove,” he rasps out, taking another step closer. “One… two… run.”

He lunges, and that’s when I move. Whipping around and running back the way I came, and all too soon I’m remembering how difficult it is to run in the dark on a small trail.

It takes less than a minute for my foot to snag on a branch and to fall flat on my face. Jaxon is on top of me a second later.

“Too easy,” he says in my ear. “Too much of a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He grinds against my ass, his dick hard as a rock, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

I know how he feels now. I know what it’s like to have him inside me, and I crave it.

My mouth tastes of dirt, but I answer, “No.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Lying little whore.”

Grabbing my wrists, he stretches them above my head, digging them into the soft ground while he kicks my legs apart and presses harder against me, sliding his dick right between my ass cheeks.

“I’m not… lying,” I breathe out. With his heavy weight on me, it’s hard to take in air.

“So, you’re being a brat now?”

“No,” I say. “Just don’t… like your—”

He pushes my face into the dirt, my cheek hitting the ground hard. His breath is hot on my skin as he says, “Think very carefully before you speak your next words, Sailor. I could leave, you know. Take your phone and walk away.” I whimper, wiggling my body against him. “That’s what I thought.”

Jaxon takes both wrists into one hand, then works on the button of his pants with his other.

“Now be a good girl and tell me you love my cock.”

His nails claw against my skin when he yanks my sweatpants down.

I went for comfort and ease tonight, and I am so glad I did.

His cock head is warm against my ass as he drags it between my cheeks, brushing against my other hole before settling at my pussy.

“It takes less than a second to get inside you, Sailor. All you have to do is tell me you love my cock, and I’ll give it to you.”

Something inside me won’t let me speak those words. Though I can hardly move on the outside, inside, I’m smiling. I enjoy taunting him. But I’m not sure now is the time to test him. What if messing with him upsets him? What if it makes him leave? And worse, what if he does it before he fucks me?

“I love your cock, Jaxon,” I say quickly, my words muffled by the ground.

“Holy fuck, say that again,” he growls, but I hear the smile in his voice.

“I love your cock!”

“My name, Sailor. Say it with my name.”

“Jaxon,” I moan. “I love your cock, Jaxon. It feels so good.”

With another growl, he shoves inside me all in one go.

He fucks me so hard my ribs and hips ache from digging into the ground.

We’re sliding along the path, him thrusting into me so hard that my body is moving forward.

He grabs my hips, raises them off the ground and sets me on my knees, digging his fingers into my hips as he pulls me into him while slamming into me.

I claw at the ground, mouth full of dirt as I moan my pleasure and beg for more.

“Oh fuck!” I shout, the pain so worth the pleasure. He’s going so deep I swear I feel it in my stomach.

“Fuck yes, you feel so goddamn good.” He pulls out, and I whimper.

“No, no, don’t stop,” I complain, but then his hot mouth is on me, sucking on my clit. His tongue is sliding inside me before it goes back to my clit. He’s licking every inch of me, driving me higher and higher until I can’t take it anymore and I explode, calling out his name into the darkness.

“Jaxon! Oh, Jaxon!”

Wetness slides down my thighs, his cold hands on my hips, holding me still while he continues to feast on me.

When my orgasm subsides, my body slumps to the ground, but he slides right back in, holding me up to keep fucking me.

I love that he uses my body how he wants, that he takes care of me too, but then keeps going because he needs to get off.

It isn’t much longer before he comes inside me.

He’s breathing heavily as his head comes down to rest on my back, and then he’s placing light kisses down my bare spine, since my shirt rode all the way up to my armpits. The air is cold, but his body is warm. So warm.

“Sailor…” he says in a tone I don’t recognize from him. It’s soft, sweet. Caring.

I have no idea what it means, but I want more of it.