Scream-Pies: I know I have no room to judge on the name choice, but you’re hot, so I’ll let it go and catch the story behind that choice at a later date. Wednesday night good? I’m off that day.
I chuckled. I had a better idea on explaining the username honestly, but I was just excited to meet her at this point—and by meet, I meant fuck. I sent her the time and place. It wasn’t far out of town, but it was secluded enough for what we needed. Once she approved, I closed out of the app before I could start an actual conversation with her.
The absolute worst thing I could do was see how good the banter was, because just based off that little bit? It was already showing off too much.
7
THE CHASE
Ember
I’m runningthrough the forest feeling so thankful I thought ahead enough to put on my good running shoes. The mask was making my skin itch, my chest heaved, and my now-damp skin, slick with sweat. No idea if it was from the run or the nerves.
At least I didn’t wear a mask that covered the entirety of my face. Even half my face being covered was sort of killing me right now.
I didn’t take into consideration that I was indeednotafucking runner. I did yoga and ran all over the bakery, forgetting to eat most of the day until dinner time. I survived on my morning coffee that I sipped on and refilled way too much to be considered water intake; all the while telling myself there was water in the coffee, so it did count towards my water goal that Ineverhit without the coffee intake.
Fuck, I thought. I could’ve sworn I heard him behind me, but it was so damn dark out here that I couldn’t see a damn thing more than three feet in front of me. The most subtle echo of branches snapping surrounded me, almost as if he was purposefully letting a few break to freak me out. I willed my body into one more sprint at the very least. This couldn’t be over in mere moments, that would be embarrassing as fuck, even if it was anonymous and I had no intention of seeking this man out.
He was behind me—at least he should be. That’s what we signed up for, right? I’d run and he’d find me. Then he’d fuck me. That’s what the terms of service said. That’s the dotted line I signed on when I decided to prove something to…well, myself.
I leaned against a nearby tree, trying to catch my breath, the smell of pine infusing into my very being.The mask stays on, I kept repeating on a loop in my mind. That was the only rule.
Anonymous.
Primal.
Fun.
He could be anyone.
No kissing—my rule, not an app rule. But that was my only rule. No meant yes, yes meant harder, fuck was an encouragement. I felt flushed the more I thought about it. The excitement of it all. The pure unknown of what was to come.
No idea what he looked like, sounded like, felt like beneath my fingertips.
From what I’d seen, his back essentially, this guy looked so goddamn good. When I’d arrived, he’d been leaning against a tree, the moonlight reflecting off an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He’d held up ten fingers and pulledone down as he stared across the forest at me. I knew immediately he was counting down, and I wouldn’t still be in that clearing when he ran out of fingers, so I ran as fast and far as I could.
I should’ve been terrified. I’d agreed to meet a stranger in the woods where no one knew where I’d be and told him that no meant yes and to come and get me. I’d waxed for this. I’d worn basic underwear because I didn’t want my normal lacy sets to get ruined in the dirt. But I’d given this man a literal free pass.
My heart raced at the facts staring back at me of this entire situation, but I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my entire life.
Another crack of a branch had me pressing my body tight against the tall pine tree.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, fiery girl,” a dark, masculine voice called through the woods. Fuck, he even sounded hot as hell. I tried to force my breathing to slow, to quiet down some, because to me it felt as if I had a megaphone against my mouth, breathing like I was in a horror movie. I knew he’d be able to hear me if I started hyperventilating behind this tree, and he soundedsoclose.
“I wonder, is your screen name a play off the movies or your love of cream pies?” He chuckled. “I definitely plan to find out.” I had to cover my mouth to cover my own laugh. Was this guy serious? This was supposed to be serious, and he had me laughing along with him. Laughing would surely give away my location, and I wasn’t in the game of losing, even when the prize was something to covet.
Not even close to what I was expecting out of this experience. I heard another branch snap, this one sounded like it was mere steps away, and suddenly, without a great deal of thought or planning, I decidedfuck it.I ran as fast as mybody would allow, jumping over stray branches and pine needles that were splayed all over the floor of the Colorado mountains. I went to round a tree but didn’t even make it a full turn before he crashed into me, pressing the front of my body against the base of the tree, the bark digging into my hands as I tried to push myself off the trunk, and in turn, him off of me.
He felt huge pressed against me—at least a foot taller than my small five-foot-four frame. He wasn’t a bulky man, but I could tell by the feeling of him pressed against me, he was all long and toned muscle.
I growled as I shoved back against him again. Trying to elbow him with one arm to no avail, as he grabbed my wrists and pulled both of my arms above my head, easily pinning them with one hand against the tree. The bark biting into my bare skin had my backside arching against him, and a small whimper slipped out of my mouth.
Who the fuck was that? Me? Seriously Ember?
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he taunted, his words hovering against my ear. I gasped as I felt his teeth graze over the exposed skin of my neck. I could feel the plastic of his mask hit my jaw, and it made this feel somehow that much more real.
He pressed his hips against me, pinning me fully back against the tree, his length pressed against my back through his jeans. Fuck, he was big. I arched against him again, this time with a purpose, causing him to let out a soft groan. His hand came around and reached the front of my hips, his fingers dipping below my leggings and directly into my panties.
