Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,49

back, letting my dark brown eyes hook on her light brown ones. “Open for me.”

The little vixen arches an eyebrow in challenge, a coy smirk on her face. A silent challenge. She wiggles a bit, and I let her body slide down until her feet land softly on the floor. My eyes widen as she slowly goes down until she’s on her knees in front of me. Fuck. Yes.

I mean, I usually like to pleasure the female first. I’m a gentleman, after all. But I’m officially in a rut now, and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my whole damn life, so I’m not in a good position to deny her. She, however, is in the perfect position.

When her fingers come up to pop the button of my jeans, I groan. “Yeah, baby. Take my cock out.”

My fly is lowered, and then she shoves my jeans and my boxers down, letting my hard length finally spring out. It’s been aching and hard the moment she shifted naked on top of me back at the warehouse.

She stares at it for a moment, and I don’t move—don’t even fucking breathe as she stares at my dick and licks her lips.

She comes closer. Closer. Closer.

I’m about to bust a nut just from how damn sexy it looks with her plush lips a breath away from the tip of my cock. But just when I think she’s about to open her lips and take me into her hot mouth, she looks up and smiles at me. And then she takes off.

I’m so fucking stunned for a minute that I just stay there, staring down at the place where she used to be kneeling in front of me. My dick starts crying. Literally. Tears of cum just start weeping out it in despair. I glare at it. I’d tell it to grow some balls, but it already has a pair. I’d tell it to man up, but...it’s already done that too. So far up, in fact, that it’s pointing at the ceiling.

A feminine giggle interrupts my dick talk, and my head whips up to see Reese’s body turning and racing down the hall.

A grin spreads over my face. So the little rat wants me to chase her, huh? Shifters love a good chase. Her rat is toying with me. Running away like prey to drive up my instincts and drive me wild. She’s succeeding.

“If you want me, you’ll have to catch me!”

“Oh, I’ll catch you.”

I tug up my boxers and pants and start moving, my steps quick and quiet. My nose latches onto her scent, and I follow it like a trail up the set of stairs. I hear a noise up ahead, and I go right towards it, opening the door at the end of the hall.

“Come out, come out, little Mousey,” I taunt.

I look around the unfinished bedroom, where only half the walls have been drywalled. There are buckets, tarps, piles of lumber, and tools everywhere, and there are two more doors off to the side that must lead to the en suite bathroom and the walk-in closet.

My lips curl. “I’m going to catch you, baby.”

I prowl into the bathroom, finding tile and grout, a bare bathtub and toilet. Nothing else has been put in yet. Narrowing my eyes at the empty space that somehow still holds a trace of her scent, I back out and head for the closet. Tricky thing must have spread her scent around to try to throw me off. It makes my animal get even more excited.

Stepping into the closet, I take a whiff, and her delicious heat smell is saturated in here. The space is completely pitch black since there aren’t any windows inside. Letting my eyes do a part-shift, I blink and glance around the dark space with new vision. But I frown, because all that’s in here are metal rods and shelves that haven’t been installed yet.

“You think you can hide from me, Mousey?” I call out as I head out of the closet.

“Yes,” a voice suddenly says, warm breath against my ear. Reese pops out from her spot where she’d been flattened against the wall in the bedroom, her grin victorious.

“You lose,” she says, her voice slightly out of breath. I don’t know if it was from the excitement of the chase or excitement of something else, but the sound of her scratchy, breathless voice is a huge turn on.

“Come here.”

She comes forward and steps against me, running her fingers down my bare