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"Hadley!"
Pausing on the sidewalk, I look around, thinking someone called my name. When I don't hear it again, I keep walking.
"Hadley! Hey, hold up." Kyler runs up behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder. He smiles, slightly out of breath, and I shift, so his hand falls. "I haven't seen you in a while."
I nod, stepping out of the middle of the sidewalk and shifting my backpack on my shoulders. "Yea. I've been busy."
He moves with me, crossing his arms over his chest. "What're you working now or something?"
I shake my head, "I mean, no. I just do that arts and craft class at the retirement home still."
"Then, why are you busy?"
I frown at him, lips pursing. "I just am. Did you have something specific you wanted to say? Because I'm on my way home and don't really feel like catching up."
His arms drop to his sides as he nods, "Right, I was just going to say that Joshua saw you at that diner on fifth avenue the other day." I wait for him to elaborate, blinking at him until he does, "He said you were sitting by yourself, and you seemed pretty angry about something." He pauses again like he's trying to find the right words to say. "He said you might have been talking to yourself."
I scoff, my hands finding the straps of my backpacks. "Joshua is an idiot. I was there with Rhys, a... friend of mine. He went outside to smoke for a while, then came back inside. As for being angry, you can mind your own business."
I start to walk around him, and he stops me, his hand touching my arm. "No, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Bye, Kyler." I shake off his arm, walking away. He doesn't follow after me, and I'm grateful for it. Despite how much he tries, we aren't close like that, and I have no plans to be.
I'm just coming up on my house when I spot a familiar face hiding. "There you are." It's said from the shadows, Rhys's familiar growl reaching out to blow in my ear as he stands from the tree he was leaning against. I don't look at him, and I don't stop walking, but he doesn't care. "I thought you'd be home sooner."
"Thought wrong." I can already tell by his tone that he's not in the mood for my games, but I can't help it.
He grabs my backpack, yanking me backward by the handle. I'm spun to face him, and his lips glide over mine, soft and sweet for all of three seconds. Biting into my lower lip, he tugs it back, letting it scrape through his teeth as he lets it go. "Run."
I blink up at him, confused by his quiet demand. "What?"
He releases me, the white blond of his hair reflecting off the moon at his back. "Run, Hadley."
It only takes me a second to react, my sneakers scraping on the sidewalk as I spin around and take off for my backyard. Stepping off the sidewalk, I cut through grass, sprinting toward my open yard gate. I can hear Rhys's footfalls behind me, and my heart’s picking up has nothing to do with my running. I ditch my backpack at the gate, swinging it off of my shoulders and tossing it toward the side of my house. Pumping my arms, I sprint across my back lawn, knowing I'm getting closer and closer to getting caught.
I feel his presence before his fingers, his big hand knuckling the back of my hoodie, catching me off balance. I'm slammed to the ground, Rhys's body following mine as I'm rolled to lay on my back. Rhys's forearms lock on either side of my head, his hair hanging down as he looks at me, legs tangled with mine. Both of us are breathing heavily, our chests almost in tune as he braces above me.
"Your sex kinks are really weird."
His upper lip curls at my remark, his tongue reaching out to lick the seam of my upper lip. "You would know."
I laugh at that, the sound carrying through the trees. My house is the last on the cul-de-sac, you can't even see the other houses from my driveway, and it bumps right upto the Rivercrest National Forest. We're completely secluded out here. It's cold, though. My fingers and face feel tingly with cold. "You caught me, now what?"
He sits up instead of answering, his hands pulling off my sneakers. I frown at him, watching his fingers find the button on my denim. He starts to tug them down, and I try to grab them with no success. "I'm going to freeze out here!"
He shrugs, his piercings glinting with the moonlight. "You should have ran into the house." He jerks my jeans over my feet, eyes on my pussy as his hands slide up my thighs. "Take your hoodie off."
Already shivering, I do as he says, pulling it over my head and discarding it off to the side. My skin is pebbled with goosebumps, the cold air stinging my flesh. His big warm hands slide up my sides, pushing my shirt along with it, and I raise my arms, letting him pull it over my head. He nods at my bra, and I slip it off. I'm shivering before him, my arms crossing over my chest to get warm.
He shakes his head, and I drop them, knowing that fighting him gets me nowhere. He spreads my legs wide as he kneels before me, his hands running over my knees and down my thighs. Using his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips under his gaze. He groans at the soft, wet sound that his fingers make, and the noise curls my toes into the grass. His attention moves upward at a leisurely pace as he draws out my being outside in the cold, his fingers plucking at the already hard peaks of my nipples until my fingers are digging into the grass beside me.
He leans over me, and I suck in his warmth, moaning into his mouth as he takes my lips in his, licking the taste from my tongue. His teeth lightly scrape my chin as he pulls away, wet kisses placed on my neck and collarbone that burn in the cold air. "Touch yourself."
I immediately respond to his low command, my hand snaking between our bodies to stroke my cold fingers along my hot wet slit. I circle them around my clit, arching into Rhys's mouth as he sucks in a nipple, flicking his tongue until it's oversensitive and I'm wiggling beneath him. He gives the other breast equal treatment; his warm hands running along my goosebumps is almost overstimulating with my tight nipples and pumping fingers. He sits back, and I watch as he unzips his denim, pushing it down far enough to free the long, hard length of his erection. He runs his hand down the length, palm squeezing over the head as his eyes fix on my fingers sliding in and out of my slick pussy.
The hand wrapped around his dick matches my rhythm, continuing to fuck his hand as he watches me masturbate for him. A small bit of pre-cum squirts out of the tip of his penis onto his fingers, and I moan at the sight, my palm working my clit as I lift my hips off the ground for him. The sight of his fingers spreading the cum over his swollen head has my pussy clenching the air in search of his dick. I part my lips for his dark gaze, wordlessly inviting him to slip in, spreading them with the fingers of one hand while I thrum my clit with the other. My hips shifting to fuck the air as I silently beg him to fill me up, my tits squished between my arms, so they jiggle with each small move I make.
