Untamed Reunion

Chapter 5

Hazel

T he night air is crisp, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. I rub my arms, trying to warm up as we all sit around the fire. The licks of warmth we get is nice, but it’s not quite enough. I’m sandwiched between Daphne and Callum, although Daphne isn’t giving me the time of day right now. She’s too busy schmoozing it up with Johnathan, not that I blame her. If I had a boyfriend, I’d be doing the same thing.

Callum gets up and starts to walk away, and I automatically miss his body being next to mine. I’m not sure if it’s muscle memory that makes me want to keep him next to me or the heat he was radiating against my outer thigh.

We’re all sipping on spiked apple cider, it is warming my body from the inside out. I take another sip before I’m clouded with a shadow lingering over me. I look up and am met with a blanket being held out to me. I grab it from the hand reaching out, revealing Callum standing behind it. I smile up at him as he sits down next to me. I lay the blanket out over both of our laps, letting my thigh rest against his. I tell myself it’s because I’m greedy for warmth, but I really feel like it’s because his presence is still comforting to me. My head automatically wants to rest itself against his shoulder, but I won’t allow it. There’s too much water under the bridge, right?

There is a dance floor on the other side of the fire, bodies moving to the beat and others just moving to their own drum.

I look over my shoulder at the mirror maze, I’m interested, but I’m too scared to go through by myself. There haven’t been a lot of people going that way in general, I would hate to be stuck in there alone. What if I got lost?

“Are you going to go?” He asks me. He gives my shoulder a nudge with his own, causing me to rock back and forth.

“I was thinking about it, but I don’t want to go by myself and get lost. My luck, I’d end up turned around and in another state.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Yo- you would?”

“Yeah, we used to have so much fun in these types of things,” he leads with a wink. My face flushes and I’m sure it’s because of the fire, right?

“Okay. Let’s go then.” I stand up and he takes my wrist in his tight grip, pulling me behind him, making me jog slightly. I’m glad I picked combat boots instead of something more difficult to wear tonight. He looks over his shoulder, making sure I’m keeping up, and gives me a big shit-eating grin. We both take a map as the worker wishes us luck. We both fold and pocket them to hold onto just in case. Callum pulls me in and I feel my heart start racing. It’s dark, the moonlight is hardly able to break through the canopy. The smoke from the fire has drifted into the trees, making it even more ominous and creating an eerie effect. We make a turn and immediately run into mirrors. I yelp at our own reflections, and Callum laughs at my expense.

I love the rush of getting scared, I always have. It’s why Callum and I always had so much fun in the bedroom. He understood me, understood my desires, and never shamed me for it.

We continue to walk, running smack dab into another mirror. I gasp and back up, spinning around.

“Cal?” I spin around and am met with my own reflection once again. He’s nowhere to be seen. I try to go back where I came from but I can’t even find that. I go to pull my map out to find my way but his voice stops me.

“How about we play a game?”

“Wha- what kind of game?”

“You know the kind, the kind we used to play. The game where you run and I chase you. The game where if I catch you, I fuck you. You know you love the rush.”

“Where are you?”

“Answer the question, Hazel. Do you want to play?”

I look around, still trying to find him. It’s so dark out, I can’t even manage to find a shadow. My pussy clenches at the thought of us playing this game. I haven’t been with anyone since him; it’s been a long time.

“Yeah, okay, let’s play.” I keep spinning around like I’m going to get a glimpse of him.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I yelp and spin around to find him towering over me. I stare up at him while he tucks a curl behind my ear. I nod, waiting for more direction.

“Tell me what it is then.”

“Vanilla.” my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is getting ready to beat out of my own chest. My mind is cloudy with lust, with the anticipation of us playing the game again.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, lowering his face to mine. I tilt my face to angle towards him and his lips press against mine. They’re soft and taste like cinnamon and apples with a hint of the bourbon the cider was spiked with. The kiss starts soft, like we’re both testing how deep the water is before we both jump in. It’s little kisses, the kind you pepper on a lover, but they quickly deepen. His tongue probes at my lips, convincing me to open for him. Our tongues tangle, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair. Backing me into one of the mirrors, he presses my body tight against his own. I reach down between us to palm his cock, tenting the front of his jeans. He groans into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. He leaves kisses down my neck, his tongue trailing down to trace my collar bone. My head luls to the side, allowing him further access. I catch a glimpse of us in another mirror. We look perfect together, we always have.

“What if we get caught? What if someone sees us?” I say breathily. My body comes alive under his chest. Fuck, I’ve missed this.

“Scared you’re going to get caught? Hm?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then you better not get caught. Simple. Are you going to let me catch you?”

I shake my head no, too in the moment to say the words out loud.

“Fuck,” his chest rumbles with the sound, “Run. And don’t let me catch you then.”