Page 51 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
And what if that first kiss were with, say, me?
I shouldn’t think like that. But … still. The idea of having Justice remember my kiss and not some other guy’s is tempting. So fucking tempting.
“As best as I can tell, I was twenty or twenty-one. I have a sense of … waiting for someone. That’s the only thing I remember.” He bites his lip. “I don’t like having a hole where it was. Even if it wasn’t a good first kiss, it was still mine, you know?” He shrugs.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I get it.”
Because the fae stole something from me, too. In addition to stealing my unmarred face, they’ve now taken my chance at keeping the woods safe. If I don’t find Princess Eleanor and unite our realms, my people will suffer. My stomach fills with lead. I need a distraction.
“What do you think it will feel like to get the memory back?” I ask, hoping to shoo away my dread.
“I dunno,” Justice says, his voice dreamy. “Maybe like I belong again? Or like I’m whole? It’s violating that they have a part of me. While I know I might never succeed at getting it back, I just can’t give it up. It’s like I have to exhaust every avenue before I can rest.”
“That makes sense, although you can rest now,” I whisper. I try not to get too close.
“Okay.” He yawns and turns over. Soon, I hear him breathing more deeply.
Justice is doing things to my body. He’s making it react in ways that have been long dormant. Ways that … well, now I need some alone time, which is awkward when we’re sharing a tent. He’s curled up on his side, his breathing even, but I think he’s still awake.
Justice gets along so well in the forest, it’s like he was born here. If I didn’t know he lived in Princedelphia, I’d think he was from the Northwest Forest.
Justice is … sexy. I know I shouldn’t be thinking that, but it’s hard not to. He’s a work of art. His body, hair, clothing. And then there’s his face. I can’t stop looking at it, but I don’t want him to catch me doing so. I keep wanting to touch him, and that’s inappropriate.
I think I want him to be … mine.
Hot shame flickers through me. That isn’t what I should be doing or thinking. I’m on a quest to rescue my bride. I should be staying with the plan. Doing what is best and right for my realm.
I just like him. And something inside me aches when I think that I’ll never be able to explore whatever is between us, if that’s not simply my imagination. Part of me thinks that it is. That this attraction is something that I’ve made up.
I’m listening carefully, trying to appear asleep—so that he’ll fall asleep. But in reality, I have an erection as hard as a metal pole, and I need to come.
When I hear a light snore, I breathe a sigh of relief. I try not to move too much, but I let my hand cup my dick over my clothes. I need some friction. I need some relief.
He is still sleeping.
Rubbing my dick, even the smallest amount, is making my situation worse. I could go outside, but it’s cold.
I can do this without waking him. Just be slow and careful. People are in their deepest sleep first thing when they drift off, so hopefully I can take care of business fast.
It doesn’t hurt to have his masculine scent enveloping me.
I like it.
I reach inside my underwear and grip my aching cock. I hold the tip, smoothing the precome around. I play with the slit.
Then I start stroking for real. I can do this fast. It’s not as satisfying that way, but I need to come—hard andnow.
It only takes a handful of strokes to get the job done, and I bite my lip, holding my breath, trying not to make any noise. I don’t want to wake him.
When I finish, I wipe my hand on a handkerchief that I’ll need to remember to wash the next time we’re by a river. And then I turn over and go to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
JUSTICE
For the past half hour, I’ve been pretending to sleep, but Kalle just jerked off next to me, and now I don’t know what to do. It made me unbearably hard.
The little noises he made, when he was trying not to make any noise at all. The way he sounded when he came. It was quiet, but it was so fucking sexy.
