CREW
I chase after her,Malcolm and Ezra right behind me, both of them shouting, “Get her!”
Fuck, could they be any more obvious? We don’t need to call attention to ourselves. Don’t need to startle her either.
Too late for that. She’s broken out into a full-on run, her dark hair streaming behind her, that annoyingly childish yet sexy white ribbon at the back of her head bouncing with her every step. Her skirt flares, offering us a glimpse of slender bare thighs and I pick up speed.
I’m going to catch her first. Fuck these guys.
Ezra gives me a run for my money, keeping the same pace as me while Malcolm gives up, falling into a spasm of constant coughing. Too much weed does that to a person.
And Malcolm really loves his weed.
Determination filling me, I pump my arms and legs, pulling past Ezra, ignoring his “hey!” as I take the lead over him once again. I’m drawing closer to Wren, her steps slowing as her head turns left, then right.
Trying to figure out where to go next.
Don’t worry, little bird, I’ve almost got you figured out.
I’m within reaching distance when she darts to her left, dodging me at the last second.
“Birdy!” I yell her hated nickname at her, and she glances over her shoulder, her frightened gaze meeting mine.
It’s wrong that I feel joy at seeing the fear in her eyes, isn’t it? Yet a small part of me does. Knowing she’s scared gives me a sense of power, a heady rush straight to my head.
And my groin.
Looking back at me is where she made her mistake. It slows her step, throws her off when she realizes just how close I am. Her hesitation gives me the advantage, and I grab hold of her, sliding my arms around her waist from behind and yanking her off her feet.
She howls, her curled fists coming back and nearly connecting with my balls, smacking me in the thigh instead. “Put me down!”
“Sshh,” I whisper near her ear, tightening my hold on her as she thrashes about. She’s so damn angry, I can feel the vibration just beneath her skin. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Let me go!” She pushes against my hold and I shift my right arm upwards, readjusting my grip. Her tits press against my forearm, lush and full, and I wonder what she looks like naked.
She stomps her foot on top of mine, making me curse. Of course she chooses today to wear the damn Doc Martens.
Those things should be labeled as weapons.
I loosen my grip and she makes her move, trying to lunge out of my arms. I slip my hand beneath her uniform jacket, cupping her right tit.
Wren goes completely still, her breathing ragged, her chest rising and falling. I don’t let go of her.
It’s like I can’t.
“Wh-what do you want from me?” Her voice trembles. Her entire body is shaking.
And it’s all my fault.
“What do you think?” My tone is dark. Suggestive. From the way I’m touching her, she can figure it out.
Though that’s not what I want.
Not right now.
“Crew!”
I glance over my shoulder to find Ezra approaching, his brows lowered in question. I shake my head once, glaring at him, and he takes the hint, turning on his heel and heading back toward where Malcolm stands. Far enough away from us that they can’t hear.