Primal Pursuit

I want to kiss her more, too.

It’s like I opened something in myself, something deep and seemingly endless. The fucking is out of this world, but I could spend an evening kissing her, sucking her, licking her. Dipping into the delights of her mouth in all the ways I can. And then move down and sample her all fucking over. It’s another dimension I’m absolutely thrilled to dive into.

I’m not far from the blues club where she works, so I go and wait across the road, catching glimpses of herinside. She has no idea I’m watching her, and that’s half the fucking fun.

The silver Toyota drives past slowly. I stand and deliberately stare, snapping photos with my phone.

One driver, no plates, and whoever it is, they have a Chicago Cubs cap on. It’s the closest I get to seeing the driver because the moment I start snapping he hits the accelerator.

I study the pictures, but apart from a ding in the fender, there’s nothing of note, and the driver’s a blur. Shit. Whatever this is, I don’t like it. Maybe Rabbit’s got a secret admirer. Or stalker. Or, I think as my guts tighten, someone is watching her in order to find me.

If that last one’s the case, then bring it the fuck on.

The bar door opens as the overheads go off, and while others are still inside, it’s clear my Rabbit’s finished for the night, and excitement unfurls in my blood.

She looks about. I’m back in the shadows, and she doesn’t see me, but the stillness to her thrills me, the way her eyes search every corner around her. She senses me.

God, I love this.

Poppy lowers her head and moves down the sidewalk, picking up her pace. I know she has a car, but she either didn’t fucking bring it or parked farther away.

It doesn’t matter; it gives me the opportunity to hunt.

I clutch the bag I brought along. Hiding in shadows and staying close to corners, I trail after her. It’s only as she quickens to almost a run that I step out and follow in the open with deadly intent. She crosses a street, and I text her.

You can run, rabbit, but you can’t hide.

She looks at the phone and whirls, spotting me, our gazes locked for a second before she turns and hurries on.

Chicago isn’t an empty place at night, although this isn’t the most active area at this hour. The trick is to avoid someone calling the cops, and also keep Rabbit’s adrenaline high and sharp in her veins.

I can see a car parked under a pool of light down near an office building. So I cross the road and time it so I’m on her the moment she reaches it.

I pin her against the driver’s side door, my front against her back. “Not very nice, ignoring my text.”

“Go fuck yourself, Davian.”

“That’s the bad wolf to you. Oh, don’t you have a weapon?”

She’s wearing dark stockings, booty shorts, and a black top. On her feet, she’s got chunky boots. Rabbit’s feeling a little punk, a little slutty tonight. It’s a good look for her.

“Do you want mine?” I roll my hips against her so she can feel my growing erection, and I skim my fingers down her hips. “I know it’s not the one you’d like to use on me, but it’s one you seem to pant over.”

I bite her neck, and she moans. She’s trying hard not to give in, but she melts anyway.

“I’m going to get in this car with you, and you’re going to drive.”

While I’d love to fuck with her some more, I’m aware of my size, and I don’t need a cop not on our payroll hauling my ass in, because that would seriously piss offthe king himself if his number one hitman ends up behind bars just before a very important operation.

“If I say no?”

“You can say no all you like, Rabbit, but there’s only one word I’ll pay attention to.”

“Bastard.”

I laugh, let her go, and wait for her to let me in.

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