She nodded.
“Use your words,” I insisted.
“I promise,” she said in a saccharine-sweet tone that I didn’t believe for a second.
As soon as I released her, her hands flew wildly, hitting me before she crab-walked away from me across the ground. My hand flew to my cheek, and I pulled it away. Blood coated my fingertips.
“I promise to make you work for it,” she quipped. Challenge shone on her face.
“Oh, you want to play like that?”
She grinned and nodded. She kicked dirt in my face. I pushed myself off the ground and chased her as she ran deeper into the woods toward the boulder that sat on the edge of a small body of water. I caught up in a few long strides, wrapping my arms around her as she nearly ran into the wall of rock.
“That wasn’t very nice, Hellcat,” I snarled in her ear. I caged her in with my arms, pressing my hard cock against her ass. With one hand, I unfastened my belt and dropped my pants to the ground. I rubbed the tip of my cock between her legs, and she whimpered.
“You promised to be good. And what you did back there? That wasn’t good. That was very, very bad.”
“I lied,” she panted.
Fuck, she was wet. She was as into this as I was.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Hellcat. If it becomes too much, say the word. Otherwise, I’m not giving you any mercy.”
“I don’t want mercy. I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
I slammed into her with one smooth stroke. She gasped, and her fingernails scraped the rock in front.
“Youarethe only one who gets to see me like this,” I rasped against the side of her neck as I hammered my hips into her.
Merci let out a choked, breathless laugh. “Good, because you’re mine.”
That tore the last thread of my control. I reached in front of her to stroke her clit, drawing rough circles as I slammed into her over and over. Her gasps echoed through the trees as the orgasm hit. I camewith a curse, pressing my forehead to her shoulder while her whole body shook against the rock.
“Totally worth it,” she whispered.
My hand slid up the column of her throat, forcing her chin higher until her eyes met mine. “You willneverpull that shit on me again. Not in front of Merrick. And sure as hell not before he knows about us. Do you have any idea what kind of position you put me in?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her hoarse voice lacking any true apology.
I stepped back, jaw tight as I fastened my jeans, careful not to stumble this time into any leaves or bushes. With the adrenaline burning off, I was left only with the ache of wanting to do it all over again. “Let’s go home, Hellcat.”
She brushed the dirt from her hands, smirking. “Maybe I should sleep here tonight. You still seem pretty pissed.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I said, tossing her over my shoulder and stalking down the path.
“Put me down,” Merci whined, hitting my back.
“I would, but you’d probably run again.”
She giggled. “I would never.”
I snorted. “Liar.”
I dropped Merci beside her truck. She straightened her dress.
“Follow me,” I ordered. I didn’t trust myself to kiss her again without taking her against the hood, so I turned and fired up my bike.
I sped home and parked in the garage as she followed into the driveway. Inside, I went straight for the freezer, reaching behind the stacked boxes of frozen pizzas and burritos to grab the bottle of vodka I kept hidden for emergencies. The sound of the cap twisting off filled the silence.
