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I shudder, shaking myself.Enough!
Slamming a steel wall down betweenthatand me, I set my sights on the trees ahead.
Skyler. I just need to find Skyler.
I don’t like the wild look he had in his eyes before he bolted. Not to mention the hot tears bubbling up from those big, way too innocent brown eyes.
Abandoning the men to their business, I leave as quickly and quietly as I can to get some distance from the little porn show and catalog my surroundings. Looking for disruptions in the terrain to tell me what direction Skyler ran off.
“Fuck,” I mutter near-soundlessly. Blood rushes to my head, creating a sort of swelling sound in my ears that mingles with the whooshing noises of the jungle.
Channeling every bit of tracking knowledge I’ve gained over the years, I follow my instincts, tracing the barely-there path Skyler left for me.
A break in the bushes.
A footprint.
Crushed leaves.
The farther away I get from the men fucking against a tree, the sharper my focus becomes.
Finally, after what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, I see a flash of movement ahead.
“Skyler!” I bark, not caring if those guys we left behind hear us. We’re far enough away now, it’s no matter.
My ill-timed erection is nothing but a memory now, and I can breathe a little easier. I can almost pretend it didn’t even happen. Hell, if that’s what Skyler wants, I’m happy to forget it completely. More than happy.
Jesus. What if he’s off to report me to security?
As he probably should…a voice in my head remarks.
“Skyler!” I call out again. I know he heard me, but now he’srunning.
Huffing in frustration, I quicken my pace. This deep in the jungle, it’s dense as fuck, and I’ve got nothing but sensation to guide me and keep me from stumbling off an unsuspecting cliff.
I guess he really wasn’t lying when he said he’s done this before. Not that I really thought he was lying—okay, so I did at first—but pushing his buttons is…well, it’s fun.
But I also feel like he needs it? Needs someone to give him shit and spur him on.
Something tells me he hasn’t had a lot of that.
And then when he shoved me and stood his ground, despite the beet-red flush to his face and quiver to his lips and words?
Yeah, something tells me that’s new too.
I saw him visibly retreating. Shutting down. It was the same cornered look in his eye I saw the first day we met, and then again even more pronounced during our first group together when I laid into him.
I was too blind to it then—not until it was too late—but this time I saw it, caught it, clung to it, and unraveled it.
And all I could think wasNo. Don’t hide from me.
Hell if I could explain it.
Whether it was his own irritation, or my silent challenge, I don’t know, but whatever it was worked. It had him pulling back his shoulders and jutting his chin up at me all haughty-like, just like I’ve come to expect from him.
And suddenly it was allthere! There he is!
And I wasrelieved.
