As they round the corner and don’t immediately have eyes on me, I hear Aiden giving off. “What the fuck, where did she go?”
“Man, she must just be up ahead of us, chill out. She probably just needed to clear her head, or a moment alone or some shit. I dunno, whatever girls do to maintain their sanity.”
Aiden mumbles something under his breath that I don’t catch as they stalk closer to where I’m hiding. All I manage to hear is something about ‘sex to de-stress’. Whatever it is he says, Tyler laughs and nods in agreement.
As they walk my way, I can’t help but admire them both. I haven’t had much of a chance to just sit and observe them without worrying about getting caught, at least not since I accidentally ran into Tyler the other week; but now that I have the opportunity…damn they are some drool-worthy, smoking hot men.
Both of them are tall, well over six feet, and the way they move gives them this sense of danger that makes people sit up and take notice; or dive out of the way before they get beaten up. They are both well built, with Tyler having a leaner frame than Aiden, but you know without even having to look that they are all muscle; beautiful, toned, lickable muscle.
Before I can get carried away in a completely inappropriate fantasy to have in the middle of the day, in a public place, I steal my spine and step out from my hiding spot. Hearing the rustle of leaves and the squishing of grass beneath my boots, both boys turn to look in my direction.
Where I was expecting looks of surprise, I’m instead met with a stony-faced glare from Aiden and a small laugh and smirk from Tyler. Not quite what I was aiming for.
“Well well, if the prey doesn’t become the hunter,” Tyler muses.
“You mean the hunter has become the hunted.”
“Ha, no need to worry about us, we will never become the hunted,” Tyler states with all the confidence in the world.
Not only does he believe what he’s saying, but I believe what he’s saying. These boys are too smart, too cunning to miss a threat coming up on them. Nor would they be caught running away from a predator. No, they would face them straight on and fight to the death. I can see that fight, that determination in the way they stand, in the power emanating from within them. And I think I may have seriously underestimated them.
“So, what’s your plan now, love?” Tyler asks, still with that incessant smirk in place, not taking any of this, not taking me, seriously.
Meanwhile, Aiden just stands there, posture tense, glare in place, and scowl still aimed in my direction, silently assessing the scene in front of him. I swear, I can see him mentally calculating every outcome this situation will have, weighing up the pros and cons before he makes a decision as to how to respond. It’s exhausting just to watch.
“You’ve been following me,” I state bluntly.
Ok, I probably could have thought of something more badass to say. It’s obvious at this point. Even they know they are caught in the act; but hey, I hadn’t exactly thought this plan through. I’m totally winging it as I go. “Why?”
After a tense moment of silence where I stare down Aiden with as much determination and defiance as I can portray, he finally says, “If you know you’re being followed, my guess is you know who has us following you, and why they do”.
Crap. I can’t let them know I know they are following my father’s orders. If they knew that, and told him, it would cause all sorts of problems. Before I have the chance to say anything else, Aiden starts talking again as both boys slowly stalk towards me, turning the tables as they circle around, penning me in and ensuring I don’t run.
“So, what was this whole thing really about, eh? You just sick of observing us from afar, just as we’ve been watching you? You wanted to feel that thrill, that rush of adrenaline that comes from confronting someone bigger and scarier than yourself?” he ponders with a smirk.
“No,” I state firmly, not letting on how much they are getting to me. My heart is racing and I am on high alert right now, aware of their every move.
“I just want you both to leave me alone. I’m not doing anything, I’m not up to anything. I sure as hell don’t need to be stalked every time I go to get coffee or have a craving for ice cream in the middle of the night!” I scold, the volume of my voice rising as my temper flares at the lack of privacy I’ve had to endure over the last month.
“Or is that your kink? Need to stalk your girls before fucking them. I’m telling you now, if you need a girl good and scared of you before you can get it up, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not scared of you. I’m not going to cower and whimper and beg you to leave me alone. So, if that’s what you’re into, you should stalk someone else.” I declare boldly, raising my chin in defiance and pushing my shoulder’s back so I stand to my full height, looking brazen.
My little speech is followed by a moment of complete silence, and while I may be acting like I’m tough shit, my nerves are a wreck.
I suddenly notice how close both boys have gotten to me. Sneaky bastards. If one of them reached out their arm, the tips of their fingers would skim against my skin. Just the thought of their body against my own makes me shiver in anticipation.
The two of them are standing either side of me, Aiden on my left, Tyler on my right, effectively blocking my path back to town. Not that I have any intention of running from either of them. My heart may be beating a mile a minute, but I’m not about to let either of these men think they have gotten to me.
Next thing I know, Tyler bursts out laughing, bending over in a fit of hysterics. Meanwhile, Aiden just continues to stare at me. I stare right back, not cowering to him, showing him that I’m stronger than he knows. I’m not someone he can terrify and manipulate and walk all over. Guys like him are probably used to weak, compliant girls who will happily do whatever they say without question, but that’s not me. People have been trying to trod on me my whole life, yet I’m still standing, still fighting. I’m not about to let these asswipes get the better of me.
In the time it takes to blink Aiden has his hand wrapped around my throat and has pushed me back into Tyler’s body. His grip is firm but not too tight. I can still breathe without any difficulty. No, he didn’t make this move with the aim of hurting me. He’s doing it just to hold me in place, to show me who has the control, the power in this situation.
He smirks down at me while his thumb strokes lightly over the pulse at the base of my neck. My breaths heave out of me in pants, making me feel lightheaded, and my knees are barely holding me up. In fact, if Tyler wasn’t pressed against my back, I’m certain I’d be a heap on the ground.
“Your pulse says otherwise.” He continues to stare into my eyes, searching until he finds whatever he’s looking for. “Or maybe you’re not scared. Maybe your pulse is racing because you’re turned on,” he muses, continuing to stare at me, trying to work me out; understand me.
Damn that asshole if he isn’t right.
The feel of his hand on my neck, my body molded to Tyler’s rock-hard chest behind me as he squeezes my hips, hard. Combined with the adrenaline of the situation, my panties are definitely damp; and he damn well knows it. Cocky little shit.
Tyler’s hands tighten further on my hips as I shift in his hold, causing my ass to press against his growing erection. Despite my bravado, I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. I’m currently the filling in a hot guy sandwich, not a position I ever thought I would be in, so who can blame me?