Page 91 of Talk About… Dramay
“We’ll give you some privacy and go grab something to eat at the diner,” Tate said. I leaned up, hands braced on Cameron’s ass to look at him.
“Thanks, Tate,” I said, meeting his smile with one of my own. They all looked content, knowing Cameron and I truly needed this moment to reconnect.
Cameron unlocked his truck and sat me in his passenger seat, buckling me in, before jogging around.
My man was eager to have me, and fuck if that didn’t soothe so many insecurities about us.
“I’m going to try my best not to speed,” he said as he turned his truck on, the beast roaring to life. I shivered as we waited for the heat to kick in, but he was already pulling out of the lot and hurrying home.
We didn’t say anything, the tension crackling between us enough to flood the cab with our scents and the sweet hint of my slick. I rubbed my thighs together, a whimper escaping as he rested his hand on my thigh, squeezing as if that would calm me.
Unable, or rather, unwilling to wait, I leaned over and unzipped his pants.
“Oriana,” he warned me, his voice cracking as I wrapped my fingers around him. He was hard as steel and the veins in his neck were standing out as he forced himself to focus on the road. “If you get us pulled over I’m going to have to fight a cop and that never ends well for anyone.”
“Then don’t get pulled over,” I warned before stroking him once. With a growl he pulled my hand free and moved it away, not releasing it, just holding me back.
“Stop or I’m going to spank that perfect ass of yours before we even get in the door.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but that sounded like a challenge to me. The playful side of me was ready to taunt him, to make him work for this.
He sighed, giving me a look before focusing on the road.
“Whatever you’re planning… just stop,” he protested.
“I’m innocent,” I said, leaning back and looking out the window, even as his cock was out and my hand was cuffed by him.
The moment he parked, he released me and I was already climbing out. Our house was secluded and I knew these woods like the back of my hand, even at night. An idea that started out of the brattiness inside of me turned into a full blown plan.
I climbed out quickly, stopping long enough to kick off my shoes and peel off my dress, leaving me in barely there boyshorts and a bralette.
“Oriana, don’t you fucking dare,” he said as he zipped his pants and started after me.
“If you want to spank me, catch me,” I laughed, turning and taking off at full speed.
I made it around the house and through the yard, breaking through the treeline as I pushed myself to run faster.
My alpha was calling out behind me, voice holding a feral edge that sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me.
Darkness swallowed me whole as I moved through the trees, catching familiar mile markers in the small glimmers of moonlight cutting through the trees.
My heart pounded, pulse thundering, as I ran. Sweat prickled along my skin, making me shiver, but the pure adrenaline coursing through me kept it at bay.
“Oh, Oriana,” he sang out, voice somehow close and distant at the same. The way it echoed around me, carried on the breeze, only intensified the reaction.
“Fuck,” I cursed, veering around a gnarled root and hopping over a boulder. Now that I was deeper in the woods, I was starting to regret my decision.
That was a lie, the slick running down my bare thighs was a testament to that.
I barely noticed the cold or the pain in my bare feet as I kept running.
“There you are.” The growled words of triumph was my only warning before my feet were out from under me and my body was pressed into the cold earth. “That was crazy, omega. You thought I wouldn’t find you?”
“I knew you would,” I said, grinding against him so he couldn’t resist me.
“Fuck, you smell fucking incredible,” he breathed out, still pinning me down as he buried his nose in my skin, his hands shoving down my boyshorts.
That’s two pairs of underwear down in twenty-four hours. The pack was going to have to buy me more at this rate.