Page 63 of Tempting Promises
“More,” I say the word and I’m almost ashamed of the way it comes out as a cry.
“Say you’re sorry for eating my food.”
“I’m sorry!”
He laughs softly. “How sorry?”
I’m going to kill him. I want to slam my hips down and show him how sorry he’s going to be, but his hands are cupping my ass, holding me still.
“Rowan, I can’t take it. I’m sorry. So fucking sorry! Please, I need to come!”
His head lifts just a bit, his tongue swiping so slowly that I mewl. “God, yes.”
“Who is pleasuring you, Charlotte?” The question is out and then he drops me so he can lick harder.
“You!”
“Say my fucking name as I make you come,” he orders.
Then my legs begin to tremble as he licks, sucks, and swirls his tongue over and over while his thumb presses inside.
I want to defy him, to deny him the way he did me, but when I turn my head, I see him jerking off at the same rhythm he’s fingering me, and I detonate while screaming his name, hating myself as I do.
fifteen
ROWAN
The wind isn’t too bad today, so I head out to get more wood since we’re low again. I can get a little farther out than I could the last few days, and I find a few hollowed-out evergreen trees and two that have fallen. When I went through the shack this morning, I found a ton of glass jars filled with random things, some were mushrooms, which we weren’t touching. There were some birch bark shavings—grabbed those—and some other jars of shit I figured Charlotte might find some use of.
“Do you need help?” Charlotte asks as I’m carrying up another load of wood.
“Did you suddenly fix your ankle and can walk out here?”
“No, but . . . you’ve done everything so far.”
I’ve done what I should, what was needed. “I’m good, just keep the fire going if you can.”
She nods, grabs one log off the porch and hops in. I keep going, carrying the final logs up and go inside.
Charlotte is on the floor with a knife, cutting something off the log. “What are you doing?”
“Oh! Look!” Her voice is animated. “I found some sap.”
“Sap?”
She nods. “Pine sap! I’m going to scrape all this down, so don’t toss any of the pine tree wood in yet. I need to inspect it.”
Is she for real? “What the hell are you going to do with it?”
“It has medicinal properties. You brought in all those jars from the murder shed and one has honeycombs in them, did you happen to find any old hives out there in the wilderness?”
I swear, I don’t have adequate words to respond with. So, I keep it simple. “No.”
“Okay, when you go back out, can you check old trees?”
“Charlotte, it’s fucking freezing still, the ground is still an inch thick with ice, no I’m not going to scour the empty trees for a bees’ nest.”
She huffs. “Well, you could at least try.”
