Page 25 of Far From Sherwood Forest
Robin freezes.
So do I.
We both stop breathing as his wide eyes meet mine. I swear I can translate everything within their green depths because it’s a reflection of what I know is in my own.
Shock. Fear. Confusion.
Panic.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, trapped in a bubble where time stands still on the outside. Inside, there’s just the heat of our bodies and the chaos of our minds.
However much time passes, it’s probably long enough for him to feel how hard I am through my jeans. Definitely long enough for me to feel his own cock give a twitch inside his swim trunks.
That’s when I finally come to my senses.
Letting go of his wrists, I climb off of him and scramble backwards. I move so fast I don’t realize where I am until my back crashes into the tree behind me. The impact forces the air that had been stuck in my lungs out. Now that I’m finally breathing again, I give myself a moment to rest there and catch my breath.
Robin slowly lifts himself off the ground until he’s sitting too. I can feel his eyes boring into me even though my gaze has dropped to the dirt.
I can’t fucking look at him.
The silence is too heavy, but when he speaks, it’s even worse.
“Um. Are you—”
I throw my hand up, and heactuallyshuts his mouth.
Without saying a word, I stand to my feet. My dick has calmed down in the wake of my panic, so at least I don’t have to worry about that. My legs, however, feel weak as I turn my back on Robin, my feet moving too slowly as though I’m trudging through muddy water.
As I walk away, I expect him to try to stop me. He doesn’t,which surprises me nearly as much as what just happened.
What shocks me even more than either of those things?
By the time I reach my truck and drive off, I’m wondering what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped.
I’ve been in this world for too long. I’ve been without Marian or any other warm body for even longer. That explains my response.
It was chemical, simple as that.
So what’s Henry’s excuse?
Is it the same? Are we both so damn touch starved that the moment our bodies connected, our minds shut off and our dicks tried calling the shots?
Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate.
Of course, I’m assuming that Henry hasn’t been with anyone in a while because that would explain what happened, but I could be wrong. However, considering how much he hates me, it’s a pretty good guess.
Then again, I suppose he could just be some fucked up deviant who got off on pinning me to the ground.
Maybe it’s both.
Whatever it was, I think it’s safe to say we can’t letthathappen again. Even if there is a little voice in the back of my headtelling me I really fucking liked it and would, in fact, love for it to happen again. And more.
Maybe we’re both fucked up deviants.
Except, I’m a little concerned Henry was about to have a fucking aneurism.
Could he feel my dick twitch? He seemed much more horrified than me, but still…that was embarrassing. The best thing for me to do right now is take a breath and collect myself.
