Page 45 of Far From Sherwood Forest
The moment I reach Robin, I grab his arm and spin him around. He doesn’t fight me, probably not wanting to cause a scene in front of an audience. As I slap the cuffs on his wrists, handcuffing them behind his back, he peers at me over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks in a whisper.
“Shut up.”
He rolls his eyes but actually keeps his mouth shut. I wonder if he knows I’m more than happy to shut him up right here in front of everyone.
“Let this be a lesson to never steal a park ranger’s truck,” I tell the tour group as I haul Robin away.
It shouldn’t be a lesson they really need, but it’s satisfying to put emphasis on Robin’s fuckup. They continue staring after us, whispering to themselves and taking pictures. I hope Robin is thoroughly humiliated.
As we head back up the trail, I’m not gentle, dragging him with me as he trips and stumbles over rocks and roots, grumbling and cursing the entire way. He’s lucky that I keep a hold on him when he nearly faceplants into the dirt, steadying him back on his feet.
“Fucking asshole,” he mutters.
“Would you rather I let you fall? Because I can do that.”
I give him another push and just barely catch him again. I might enjoy manhandling him a bit too much.
When we get to my truck, I open the passenger door and shove him inside. His chest heaves as he hangs his head, staring down into his lap. Imightfeel bad that he thinks I’m actually turning him in if he didn’t fucking ask for this.
Slamming his door closed, I round the truck and get behind the wheel.
I actually get my hopes up when he’s silent for the first two minutes of the drive, pouting instead of running his mouth. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long.
“Why are you doing thisnow?” he asks, his gaze fixed out of the windshield, his jaw set. “Putting me behind bars because you think no other man will be able to touch me in there? Have you never seen television? Can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on me even though you’re too afraid to do it yourself?”
I have no idea why I let him go on so long, but the longer he speaks, the more furious I get.
Because…fuck. He’s not entirely wrong.
I wouldn’t say I’ve beenafraid. Nervous, yes. I’ve never been with a man before him, and while my discomfort at the fact that I’m probably bisexual like he is has lessened, my unease at the idea of actually doing something about it hasn’t.
The gay porn I’ve shamelessly watched and gotten off to this past week can only teach me so much.
Not to mention, I still don’t understandwhyit’s me he wants.
As I continue driving through the park, I don’t respond, not wanting to give away that he’s on the right track. Coming to a fork in the road, I turn left instead of the right that would take us out of the park.
Robin looks back before turning his eyes on me. “You’re not taking me to the station? Where the hell are we going?”
Again, I don’t answer.
“What is this? Did you really have to interrupt my tour andembarrass me in front of all those people? You’re such a fucking di—”
I finally decide to shut him up, reaching over and twisting my arm in an awkward angle so I can shove two fingers into his mouth. He grunts and starts breathing heavily again.
“I’m getting really tired of this fucking mouth, Robin.”
When I glance over, he’s scowling at me. But then his eyes spark with mischief, and he hollows his cheeks and sucks, the tip of his tongue swiping along the crease between my fingers. I groan as my dick starts to swell in my jeans. He smirks around my fingers, but I can’t be bothered to care that he’s finding enjoyment in affecting me like this.
I can’t be bothered to care the entire way to our destination either, letting him continue sucking on my fingers as both our breathing picks up. The next time I peer over at him, his eyes are hooded and there’s a bulge in his jeans as noticeable as mine.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I’m almost sad when I have to pull my fingers away to shut the engine off, but the needy little whine that comes out of Robin’s mouth makes it worth it. It makes me wonder if he might have some kind of oral fixation. The thought of making him warm my cock has said cock twitching eagerly.
But there’s no time for that. This is just a one time thing to get him out of my system, then I’ll be done with him.
