by Alexa Riley
She gasps and slides down, down, as far as she can possibly take me, my senses going haywire over the hot, snug sensation strangling my inches. The subtle tear of her virginity might as well be a gunshot, it’s so loud in my head. My shout of victory echoes through the woods, but it ends in a broken growl, because the need to come is so overwhelming. Fuck. Fuck, it’s never been more obvious that I wasn’t built for actual sex. Especially with a girl so young. I’m too damn large. The needs I’m going to inflict on Lainey’s pussy are selfish. So selfish. There is a good deal of my cock left over for her to take, but I have no chance of her taking more.
Until I do. With a cry, Lainey bucks her hips and swallows up the rest of my dick, falling forward against my chest, her legs trembling around my waist. I shoot forward and fall back, my eyes going blind at the pleasure, the unimaginable pressure in my stomach, my balls. “Princess, no.”
“Yes.” She lifts her face, pressing her gasping lips to mine. “I’m yours now, see, Carver?”
“Yes.” My voice is nothing more than a strangled exhale. “Yes.”
“Do you feel how right we are?” Teeth sinking into her lower lip, she circles her little body on my cock and drives me to the brink of madness. “Would I give myself to you like this if I wasn’t coming back to my king?”
Processing her words is growing more difficult by the second with her pussy throbbing around me, her hard nipples buried in my chest hair. Rubbing there. Rubbing. But I hear her. Or more importantly, the organ beating in my chest hears and understands. She’s mine. I’m still terrified to let her leave me, but the way she’s looking up at me right now, eyes imploring and innocent of deception…they make me believe. I believe in this. Us.
My hands begin to urge her gently, up and down my aching shaft. In order to slide her pussy all the way up to my tip, I have to lift her several inches off my lap and guide her back down…and she goes like a dream, whimpering every time I’m fully impaled. Her hands hold on to my shoulders, squeezing, her tits beginning to bounce up and down the faster I lift her, grind her down, lift her, grind her down.
“Oh God. Carver.”
“Lainey.” Her backside slaps off my thighs again and again, the sound making me fucking desperate to fill her with my come. “My little princess. Mine.”
“That’s right. I’m yours,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss my scarred mouth, giving me her tongue and rocking, rocking on my dick like she was made for me. She was. Thank you, God. “The way my king tickles me feels funny,” she whispers against my ear. “You usually only use your hands.”
Jesus Christ. I’m finished. Knowing I only have seconds before my body gives in and releases deep inside her, I wedge my fingers between our joined bodies and begin to jiggle her clit with my thumb. “Get used to this kind of tickling, princess. It makes us both feel so good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “I-I think I’m…”
“Let it happen. I’ve got you.”
Watching Lainey’s eyes go blank and feeling her body seize is the greatest moment of my life. I did this. I pleasured her, scars and all. She twists in my lap, her fingernails burying in my shoulders, a scream leaving her mouth to ricochet among the trees. “It’s so good.” Her pussy constricts tighter, her body wracked with tremors on top of me. “Oh my God.”
My thighs move on their own, shifting beneath her ass. I press her down as far she’ll go on my shaft, groaning as come makes the long climb higher, higher, up to the head of my flesh. A savage growl accompanies the spurts I unleash into her hot, waiting cunt. My mind holds on to the gorgeous image of her as my eyelids drop, my head falling back under the weight of the bliss. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I try to be gentle, but my hands jerk Lainey closer, push her down harder, trying to guarantee she’ll be filled with every drop of my need. It’s instinct, it’s necessity.
Get her pregnant.
Fill her with life.
Keep her.
Please her.
Mark her forever as yours.
I’m positive this is the greatest moment of my life, having my girl limp against me, her labored breaths blowing my body hair around. Our stickiness drips from our still-joined bodies, and I will never want for more than this. This total perfection of knowing I made Lainey happy.
But when she lifts her head and smiles at me, I realize every second with her will be better than the last. What have I done to deserve this?
What must I do to keep it?
A knife twists in my chest. “Promise. Promise you will come back to me.”
She lays a kiss on my chin. “I promise, Carver.”
“If you don’t—”
Her finger across my lips stops me from telling her I will come after her, imprison her again if she fails to return. “When we were making love, I trusted you not to use your size against me. To take away my will. And you didn’t. You were so amazing.” Pride fills me, my heart turning over at her gentle praise. “Now you need to trust me, too. It’s not just me wanting freedom. Unless I go back to camp, they’re going to come looking. I can’t let them find you and hurt you because of me.” Her lips twitch. “Or try to hurt you, anyway. You could probably take on an army.”
My voice betrays my misery when I speak. “How long will you remain away from me?”
“Tomorrow is Friday. We’re going hiking around the lake.” She strokes my face. “Saturday is visitor’s day. Parents and friends come to visit the campers. Counselors get to visit with their boyfriends and girlfriends. Everyone has someone coming.”
My spine snaps straight, a throb beginning in the center of my forehead. “Who is your visitor?”
“No one.” Sadness crosses her expression. “I won’t have one. But the girls will be mopey when their visitors leave again and I need to be there to comfort them. I’ll come back to you Saturday night.”
Denial stabs me. “No. Too long.”
She sighs. “I like having a job, Carver. Making my own money.” Her gaze begs me to understand. “Normal things. I never thought I’d have a normal life.”
“Is that what you want? A normal life?”
For a few beats, she remains quiet. “I can make an exception for my big, wonderful giant in the woods. As long as I’m free to come and go as I please.”
Agreeing with a nod is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But as we walk back to the cabin hand in hand to collect her clothes, I replay her words over and over in my head. Normal things. A normal life. I can make an exception.
Do I want Lainey to regard me as an exception, though?
If not, what can I do to change it? Chapter Six
Lainey
I can feel him watching me from the woods.
All day.
From the moment I leave my cabin, his gaze brands my skin. While I’m in the mess hall having breakfast at one of the indoor picnic tables, his frustration over not being able to see me is palpable. He would like to rip the walls down with his bare hands, I’m sure—and I have no doubt he could accomplish it—but I force myself not to rush. Not to eat faster than I normally would if I hadn’t been claimed by Carver last night, body and soul.
Do I already want to return to his cabin and bask in the warmth of his green eyes? Yes. So badly. But I refuse to let those bad habits form. If we’re going to have a real relationship, he needs to understand I’m the fucking Beyoncé of my own life. I want him to be my Jay-Z, but only if he allows me my freedom.
Even if right now I feel like a prisoner anyway. And I kind of love it.
Staring out over the lake into the forest, I wonder where he lurks. How he manages to stay hidden at all when he’s so huge. There’s an incessant throb between my legs reminding me exactly how huge he is everywhere. I’m not sure where I found the bravery to take him inside me last night, but once the pain retreated, I felt almost…wild. My body demanded to be satisfied and at the same time, my mind ordered me to please Carver. The combination of those two needs was a powerful punch. One that made me feel alive,
sexual. Like a woman.
And the game we played…
I didn’t get my first cell phone until I ran away at sixteen. Between then and now, I worked several odd jobs while trying to lay low—and one of my co-workers along the way recommended Tumblr. It didn’t take long for me to experiment with sex-related search terms. Being free for the first time in my life, I realized everyone my age knew a lot about sex and I was curious. It was one random three-second GIF that inspired me to touch myself for the first time. And I went back to it again. Again. The short clip depicted an older man in a suit taking a much younger girl from behind. The rushed, frenzied nature of it alone excited me, but it was the way the man looked over his shoulder—as if worried about getting caught—that made me rub that spot between my legs and cry out into my pillow.
The fantasy grew from there. Who were they hiding from? How did they know each other? Some of my speculation seemed wrong…but Carver didn’t seem to think it was bad last night. No, it excited him, too.
“Lainey.” One of my campers interrupts my feverish thoughts. The members of my cabin are down by the lake’s edge, finishing their lunch and watching me curiously. “Earth to Lainey.”
I cross my arms over my hard nipples. “Yeah?”
A couple of them stand up. “Can we go for a swim now?”
“Sure,” I say, smiling. “I’ll come with you.”
They let up a cheer, probably because this is the first time we’ll go swimming together in the lake. When I told Carver I wanted to return to camp so the girls could lean on me for emotional support after visitor’s day tomorrow, I wasn’t lying. In just a short time, I’ve really started to like these kids. Most of them are from families with money and I grew up envious of privileged girls, assuming they were mean or out of touch. Turns out, they’re all insecure and goofy and needing of support. Giving it to them makes me feel good, which is just another reason I can’t give up my job to go on a permanent vacation in the woods with Carver.
I stand up and strip off my camp T-shirt, leaving myself in jean shorts and a bikini top. My skin prickles with the awareness of being watched. Stalked. Is he touching himself right now as I undress, rubbing his cock in that fast, violent way I know he does? Taking a deep breath, I unbutton my shorts and let them fall to the earth. Behind me, the trees rustle and a groan floats on the wind, surrounding me and making me shiver.
“Come on, Lainey!”
“Yeah. We’re going to play chicken.”
Having only swum a handful of times at a public pool back in Texas, I have no idea what chicken is, but I’m excited to find out. All the girls are in the lake now, splashing around and being dorks in general. So with one last glance toward the trees, I kick off my moccasins and head for the lake—
“Hey there, Lainey.”
I stop in my tracks at the sound of Manny’s voice. Tension thickens the air as I turn around and find him admiring my body with a kind of entitled appreciation. The air isn’t the only thing that’s thickening, either. There’s a noticeable bulge rising in his shorts, and acid fills my mouth in response. “Uh, hey Manny.”
He comes closer. “I was so worried about you last night.”
Holding up a hand, I take a giant step backwards. This guy has no idea how close he is to death right now. Part of me wants him to find out, but I can’t let anyone get hurt because of me. Especially in front of the girls. One wrong move on Manny’s part, however, and I have no doubt Carver will exit those trees like a demon on the warpath. “Like I told everyone last night, Carver is a friend of mine.” I let my hand drop. “He was just playing around.”
“Really?” He tightens his ponytail. “It seemed a lot like kidnapping.”
“Well, it wasn’t,” I snap, remembering the scene when I arrived back at camp last night in ripped shorts, Carver watching miserably from the trees as I walked away. The cops had shown up and were in the process of forming a search party when I strolled into the quad with my bravado on full blast, feigning shock that everyone was making such a big deal out of what happened. After all, it was just my friend Carver having some fun at my expense. When they asked how I knew him and questioned why my shorts were ripped, I claimed to have met the man they refer to as The Butcher while on a recent morning hike—and assured them all he’s actually very nice. The ripped shorts were just a casualty of tripping in the forest. That’s all.
This morning, it was clear only the campers bought it. I’ve managed to avoid any more questions from the other counselors, though, until now.
“I’m sorry everyone was worried about me, but there was no need. As you can see, I’m fine.”
“Oh, trust me.” He rakes me with a look. “I can see how fine you are.”
There’s another rustling in the trees, a low rumbling sound moving across the shoreline like rippling thunder. “I’d like you to leave me alone, please,” I say in a rush. If Carver kills this man, there will be no peaceful existence for him ever again. The police would hunt him down—and something tells me he wouldn’t be taken alive. No, I have to defuse this situation myself. And fast. “I’m going swimming with the girls. Shouldn’t you be with your cabin?”
“This is the thanks I get for checking on you?” He tilts his head. “Don’t be like that, Lainey.”
“I’ll be however I want to be.”
“What about our walk tonight?”
“Canceled so hard.”
Manny ambles toward me, but he’s brought up short by a low growl from nearby in the woods. His face goes white, his body stilling. “Is that him?”
I smile. “Back up or you’re going to find out.”
The counselor’s face contorts with disgust. “We all saw him last night. That what turns you on? A fucking monster?” He steps away, swiping a hand over his twisted mouth. “We thought he was just some legend, but now that we know he’s real, some of the boys and I are going looking for him tonight. Can’t have some freak scaring the kids, can we? The next person he takes might not come back.”
For all Manny’s big boy talk, he’s sure whispering pretty quietly so Carver won’t hear him. Still, my stomach bottoms over the news. How many men are going along on this search for Carver? Enough to handle him, despite his size? What are they planning to do? “Leave him alone,” I say, my voice vibrating. “The stories are bullshit. He didn’t hurt me. Stay away from him.”
“So sweet how protective you are,” he sneers. “Nothing is going to protect him from us.”
“No,” I breathe, clutching at my chest.
But Manny has already turned and walked away, taking a path that leads away from the wooded area. I turn to the forest, hoping to catch sight of Carver, but I no longer feel his presence. He’s…gone?
“Lainey!” the campers shout in a chorus behind me. “Come on!”
With one last desperate glance toward the woods, I tell myself I won’t let anything happen to Carver. Tonight, I’ll go back to him. He needs to be warned.
Who knew I would be too late.
Chapter Seven
Carver
I stomp through the forest with even less grace than usual, sending small animals scurrying in every direction. There’s an awful pinch in my side that I haven’t inspected yet, but I can only think of finding my Lainey. Holding her. She’s not supposed to return to me until Saturday night, but waiting isn’t an option. I need her so badly, my head is turning inside out. Every second pushes me closer to insanity. Last time I saw her, she was standing in that tempting red bikini, her beautiful face in distress, and I only want to cure her of it.
A twig snaps to my left and I hear a sob. It’s a familiar one, too. I remember it from last night when Lainey was in pain after falling and hitting her head. It occurs to me in a sickening flash that the men who attacked me tonight could have also tried to harm Lainey—and the possibility has me battering a tree with my fist, its roots ripping out the ground at my feet.
“Lainey!”
“Carver?”
My heart ham
mers back to life in my chest as she comes stumbling through the trees, her arms wrapped around herself to stave off the cold. Without waiting, I scoop her up into my arms and begin rubbing warmth back into her limbs. “Princess, you should not be out here on such a cold night.” I search her for injuries—didn’t I hear her sob before? “Are you safe? Did they come after you? I should not have spared them—”
“I’m okay.” She clasps my face between her hands and I notice the tears in her eyes for the first time. “I was worried about you. I left as soon as the girls were asleep to warn you they were coming, b-but they’d already left. Oh God, I’ve been so scared something happened to you.”
“You are crying for me?”
My question seems to make everything worse. “Of course I am.” She wiggles until I set her down. “What happened? Did they—” Her breath leaves her in a rush as she prods my side. “You’re hurt. Oh God, you’re bleeding.”
“I feel no pain,” I say honestly. How can I feel anything but pleasure when this girl cries for me? “They brought only five men. It wasn’t much of a challenge for me.”
Her laughter is watery. “This is all your fault, you know. You just had to abduct me in front of everyone. Couldn’t you have waited until nighttime, at least?” She peels up my shirt, wincing at my injury. “No one would have known and you wouldn’t be bleeding right now.”
“I apologize, princess.” I brush hair away from her tear-stained face. “It was my first kidnapping.”
She peers up at me through her eyelashes. “If they took the time to know you, they wouldn’t think you’re a-a—”
“A monster?” I tilt her chin up. “I only care what you think of me.”
“I think you’re beautiful.” I’m still reeling when she says, “I want to know how you got your scars. Will you tell me?”
