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It’s terrifying and exhilarating, and my heart feels as though it’s pounding out of my chest. I had to stop our kiss. It was too heady—overwhelming. Her legs split, straddling my waist, her fingers clutching my hair, the soft gasps and little moans that signaled just how much she was enjoying our kisses… it was too much.
We trained all day every day, then were locked back in our cages. They forced us to battle each other in terrain like this, thick woods. The stakes were high then, but no higher than now. I trot, avoiding low-hanging limbs as my hooves eat up the turf along the path. Jo is plastered to my back. When I duck, so does she, so I don’t worry about her getting hurt.
“Oh, my God!”
I stop my forward movement from one stride to the next, then turn to see what happened. Did a branch whack her in the face? I’ll never forgive myself if—
“Oh, my God, Chance. Why’d you stop? That was amazing!”
I turn to see that she’s panting, her cheeks pink, as if she were the one who was running through the trees.
“Amazing? I thought you were hurt.” I brush my knuckles down her cheek and twist at the waist enough to nuzzle along the same path.
“I was always too terrified to climb onto a horse,” she admits.
My mouth drops open. Unaware of her fear, I should have never pressured her to do this.
“I figured I would be safe on you, Chance. I don’t even have to hold reins or anything, just sit back and let you do all the work.”
“Well.” My voice dips low in a tone I recognize from TV shows. I hear it when men and women are talking about sex. I always figured it was faked, but it comes naturally to me. “Tighten your hold around my waist and hang on, Jo. I’m not stopping until you tell me.”
I take off at a trot. When the trees thin out, I move into a smooth canter. Soon we’re at the lake. Maybe the soldiers, splicers, or the women have been walking circles around it, because there’s a path near the water’s edge.
I remain at a canter. It’s my smoothest gait. I never cared about that before, but I want to make this as fun and easy for Jo as can be.
“You good back there?” I call.
She leans her head close, her lips at my ear, and says, “You don’t need to shout. I can hear you just fine.” Did she just lick my ear? It not only made me shiver, it caused my cock to jerk in appreciation as if there were a direct connection between the two parts of my body.
Though she didn’t answer my question, I guess if she weren’t doing okay, she would mention it. I reach behind me to tuck her closer to my back, then kick out into a faster canter.
It’s almost as if this isn’t real, that it’s a dream sequence in a vid. The sun is shining down on us, but it’s not too hot. The breeze is rustling through my hair. There’s a sweet scent coming from up ahead. It must be flowers.
I used the gym they provided in the reject barracks, but it can’t compare to running free like this. I kick out my stride, using all my self-control not to break into a gallop. It would probably terrify Jo.
“Can you go faster?” she asks, her lips at my ear.
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I pick up the pace and enjoy both the challenge it gives my body and the way Jo tightens her grip around my waist.
I don’t need to ask if she’s okay. She’s giggling and whooping in happiness behind me.
I never allowed myself to even dream of anything this fantastic before, yet here I am, living it.
Chapter Fifteen
Jo
I drink in the scent of honeysuckle and hold tighter to Chance. We’re as close to flying as we can be and still be on the ground. The sound of his hooves and his deep, panting breaths are all I hear. Hugging him so tightly it’s as if we’re one being instead of two—this is complete joy.
Eight months ago, I shaved my head, then dyed my hair purple as it grew back. I figured if they were going to take me to court for my hacking activities, I might as well look the part. I wish I had my long hair now, though. It would be whipping out behind me like a flag.
For a while, I sit upright and peer around Chance’s big body to see the scenery: the evergreens and oaks, the scrub brush, the shimmer glinting off the water. When I’ve drunk my fill of the beauty around me, I tuck myself closer to Chance and snuggle against his warm, tan skin.
I don’t know him at all. Just met him. What possessed me to kiss him like that? Twice? I’ve certainly never felt like this before, this immediate, intense attraction. It’s not just attraction, it’s a connection.
I want to share more kisses with him, but I want something else. I want to get to know him. A moment ago, I figured I shouldn’t ask him about his past, but maybe that was misguided. I want to know everything about him. And, although I’m the most private person I’ve ever met, other than Slater, I want Chance to get to know me.
Even though Chris—shady, conniving bastard that he turned out to be—and I lived together, I never felt this type of bond before.
