Page 84 of Charlie

"I won’t be saving you if I catch you, Sassenach," he says, his words a dark promise.

Goosebumps race over every inch of my skin. I loop around and run by him, making sure I'm just out of reach, and flip him off as I run away. "Thanks for nothing, asshole," I call at him over my shoulder, laughing as I dance out of Lach's reach.

"You've fucking done it now, Carebear," Lach says, his eyes on Jack instead of me.

I follow his gaze to see Jack sliding off his slippers and pulling his hair into a bun.

What...? Fuck.

I run backward for a couple of steps, unable to force myself to take my eyes off the glorious specimen of a man barreling toward me. My mind catches up with my hormones, and I whip around, dodging a fence before I dash into the orchard. I dart in and out of the trees, hiding to give myself a chance to catch my breath. The edge of the woods is only about fifty feet away. I have no idea where Jack is, but if I can make it there, I'll be golden. Do I even want to escape him? I don't really understand the rules of this game, but fuck it's fun. I scan the area for any signs of him before I run to the next tree, then to the next. Almost there.

"Sassenach," Jack breathes, only a few feet behind me.

I scream and bolt into the trees, not feeling the branches whipping across my arms or the rough roots under my feet. Survival was the only thing on my mind. How's that for a psychological mind fuck? I see an old ruin ahead and adjust my course, darting inside and pressing myself to the wall. The light filters through the trees, casting a golden-green glow over everything. Tiny white petals flutter down like snowflakes with breeze. Vines tumble over the ground, climbing the walls haphazardly, only allowing small glimpses of what lies underneath. It's breathtakingly beautiful.

I squeak when Jack rushes through the opening, his body pressing to mine before I can even blink. He traps my wrists in his hand, locking them above my head. "Do you know what I would do to you if it were Thursday?"

"What would you do to me, Jack?" I ask, my voice husky.

"First, I would pin your hands behind your back..." He spins me around, pulling my hands down to hold them between our bodies. "And then I would bend you over this rock." He uses one hand to push my leggings down, his grip staying strong on my hands as he squats down and pulls them off. Heat pools in my stomach when he can't resist touching his tongue to my clit before standing back up. His hand is warm on my shoulder, pushing me down until I drop to my knees. He presses me flat against the rock, the cold surface heightening the feeling in my already hyper-sensitive nipples.

"Then what?" I ask, my heart beating like hummingbird wings in my chest.

"I would watch as I slowly sink every inch of my cock into your tight little pussy." He drags his thumb over me, getting it wet before pushing it in. I arch my back as he feathers the pad of his finger over my g-spot. I gasp and push back against his hand, his fingers sliding over me, coming to rest on my clit. "Fuck," he breathes, his voice pained. He releases my hands and grips my hips, pulling me back so I'm fully exposed. He bends down and buries his face in my heat, dragging his tongue on my clit before thrusting inside. His groan vibrates against me, my entire body clenching, begging for more.

"God, Charlotte, I'm not fucking strong enough for this." I hear him unbuckling his belt and then his moan as he fists his cock.

I trust him enough to know that he won't put us in a situation that will compromise everything we've built, but fuck do I want him in me. He slides his cock through the moisture between my thighs, his head catching on my clit. I pulse my body over him, so fucking close I want to cry. He palms my ass, spreading my cheeks and guiding his cock between them. He pushes my cheeks tight against his cock and thrusts, the ridge of his shaft sliding over my back entrance, making me squirm. I move my hand between my legs and rub my clit, pushing back against him, my body desperate for him to lose control and slam into me.

He stops suddenly, guiding my knees together. "Don't fucking move," he rasps, sliding his cock against in the V of my legs. He reaches around, batting my hand away and replacing it with his. He slides his other hand along my crack, teasing me with light touches until I'm moaning into my arm, arching my ass to make it easier for him.

"Relax, mo chridhe."

I force the tension out of my muscles and his finger slips in without resistance.

"Fuck, Charlotte."

I squeeze around his finger, rocking my hips.

"This fucking ass is mine this weekend," he rasps, sliding his finger in and out before adding a second.

"Oh God," I moan. My body seizes, my mind emptying of everything but how he's making me feel.

He thrusts, his pelvis pushing his fingers in a little more each time. "This is what you crave, isn't it, Sassenach? You want to feel so fucking good that you're forced to surrender to it." He drops his head to my back, his breathing ragged. "You want this to be the one place you can give up your control and feel vulnerable. I want you to be able to do that with me. I’ll give that to you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me, Charlotte."

How is he in my head? How can he see into the depths of my soul to the real me? I bite down on a sob as the first tremors grip me. His thrusts become less controlled the closer he gets. I push my hips back too much, his cock nudges my entrance and I cry out, desperately needing him to fill me, but he readjusts and thrusts again, toppling us both over the edge at a maddening pace.

"You drive me fucking crazy, Charlotte," he pants, his breath hot on my neck. He stands and helps me to my feet, helping me pull on my clothes before he attends to his. He cups my face, his whisky eyes making my nerve endings buzz. "I hope you know how much you mean to me." He presses his lips to mine and then wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. "Thank you for saving me, Charlie."

I pull out of his embrace to look him in the face. "Charlie? I thought you said you didn't want to be friends with me."

He grabs my hands and draws me back to him. "I take it back. I want everything you have to give me."

I laugh. "I gave you everything the night we met, Jack."

"Thank fuck."

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