Page 108 of Sinners Reunion

The trail cuts down a shallow embankment before doubling back a touch and meeting up with a stream. When I hit that, I catch my first glimpse of her—a shock of dark red snared in a sliver of moonlight. It’s enough to awaken an ancient hunger within me.

I crack my neck, suck in a slow, deep breath, and set my sights on my prey.

She knows I’m behind her now. A squeal slips out of her, and she skirts along the narrow strip of water with a glance backward every few strides. More moonlight lassos her cheekbone, raising it higher; she’s smiling, and it loosens a knot of trepidation from my chain. Her smile lets me know she’s okay, that she’s enjoying herself too.

If that smile drops, if I see even a molecule of genuine panic or discomfort on her face, I’ll stop. For her. It won’t be easy, but I’ll shove this beast back down where he can’t hurt her.

The stream narrows even more—so much so that she clears it in a simple leap. I do the same, but my knees threaten to buckle when I land on the other side. I grit my teeth and promise my body I’ll get back to the gym schedule just as soon as I know I’ll live to renew my membership next year.

Josie slips when she tries to hop over the water again, and it’s the opening I’ve been waiting for. I make the leap and land just in time to stop her from falling into the burbling stream. Instead, she gets to fall into me.

“Caught you, little minx.”

I wind my arm around her and hoist her over my shoulder. Even though there’s a nip in the air, the exertion works up a sweat on my back. I can’t wait until I find the right place to lay her down so that I can strip off this⁠—

She wriggles out of my hold and lands on her feet. With a giggle and her middle finger tossed over her shoulder, she takes off running again. I corner her in only a few strides, at a fork in the path.

She stutters between the two options until I snag her arm and yank her against me.

“Oh, fuck my inability to make a decision under pressure.” She kicks her legs and tries to break free again, but I won’t let her get away so easily. Not before I’ve satisfied her needs.

I wrestle her closer to a juniper tree mixed among the start of a ponderosa pine forest. A butterscotch scent tantalizes our senses anytime we brush against their bark, but it’s the twisty trunk of that juniper that I’m headed toward. A low-slung branch provides just what I require.

I bend her over that gnarled arm and snatch down her shorts. Then I pluck a switch from the ground and crack it through the air.

“You’ve been extra terrible tonight, haven’t you?”

She bites her lip and nods at me.

I fist my cock through my shorts and crack the switch against her ass. Her hands fly to the branch, and she sucks air through her teeth. My fingertips glide forward and find the warm welt I created. With a growl, I lower my mouth to the tender flesh and drag my tongue over it from tip to tip. Her toes curl into the earth, and I’m rewarded with a nervous whimper.

Gentling my touch, I stroke her unmarked ass cheek. “Never forget that you’re still in control. If you need to stop, just say the words.”

She takes a breath, and when she lets it out, it’s steady and strong. I squeeze her ass, and her whispered whimper sounds much more authentic. A raging storm rushes through my veins, and I can’t have her naked fast enough now that I’m certain she’s okay.

She tries to bring her thighs together, but I ram my leg between hers and drive my thumb into that welt until she relents.

“Good girl. Do what it takes to please me, and I’ll make you feel good. Fight me, and I’ll make me feel good. Understood, my beauty? And I do mean my beauty. Tonight, I own you.”

I pat her cheek, then wrap her hair around my hand before she can answer. Unless she says squash casserole, her answer is yes.

Keeping one hand on her hip, I start to ease my cock out of my shorts. Unfortunately, one of the traits of this particular juniper is its propensity toward being brittle. We witness this brittleness firsthand as the branch cracks under her weight and sends her to the dirt.

Ass squarely in the wind, Josie rises from the dust with a bright blush gleaming high on her cheekbones. She brushes off her knees, plants her hands on her hips, and nods at the offensive state of the poor tree.

“Well, I’m never eating a single calorie ever again,” she says.

“Nonsense. You’ll eat whatever you’d like. The tree was weak. Now march.”

I bend over, pull her shorts from the grass, and stuff them into my pocket. Gripping her arm, I lead her back toward the pines and to something a little sturdier. The thicker the trees grow around us, the more grass we find underfoot. A canopy eventually hangs over us, and only a few stars peer at our filthy forest game through the occasional gaps in the treetops.

“This will do nicely,” I say as I bring her to a stop.

I force her to the forest floor, and as my knees collide with the earth, I’m happy to find soft undergrowth here. Using her is the name of the game, not causing her pointless discomfort. I only tolerate discomfort with purpose, such as the elevation of pleasure.

Some desert animal calls out in the distance—a coyote, perhaps. Josie calls back with a whimpering sound as I push her flat to the ground and drive my weight on top of her. I leave just enough space that she can draw her next breath, but only just.

My teeth clamp onto her shoulder, holding her in place as I work open my shorts. Once my cock is free, I push my hand between her legs. I drag my fingers through her pussy and judge for myself just how much she’s enjoying this game.