And to decide.
Chapter Fifteen
Accompanying Song: “Muddy Waters” by LP
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Fuck.
Why did I have to fuck that up?
I wake up and find her playing with my cock, which is a fucking dream come true. And then I chase her away by being too greedy.
But fuck … I can’t help myself when it comes to her.
I want her so badly. It’s been on my mind since day one, and now she finally gave me a chance and I ruined it by going too fast.
But why did she have to run? Now I have to chase her through the jungle … again.
Nothing pisses me off more than having a fucking boner while running. But I guess I’ll have to make do.
I grasp one of my torches, light it in the fire, and immediately sprint after her.
There’s no time to waste. She could get lost. It’s hard to see where you’re going in the pitch-black jungle with only the moon to guide your way, and she doesn’t know this place as I do. She doesn’t realize the danger she’s in by being all alone in the dark.
Where could she have gone? She can’t just run off nowhere; she must’ve had some kind of direction. Would she run back to the helicopter? No, that wouldn’t make any sense. That thing was completely destroyed.
Maybe … just maybe … she went back to the lake.
The last place we were before things exploded.
That must be it.
I quickly make my way through the jungle, past the trees and through the thick bushes.
The chirping insects and other animals keep me alert, but my obsession with her keeps me going. I need to release all this pent-up energy somehow. She awoke something in me … a beast that refuses to go back into its cage. And now it’s going to claim her.
I’m tired of playing games. Tired of waiting.
The hunt is on.
However, when I get to the lake, I’m stunned to find her clothes on the ground … and her bathing in the water not too far ahead.
She’s completely naked.
But why would she do that? In the middle of the night?
To taunt me?
Make me come to her and take her?
I’ll gladly take the invitation.
“Jules,” I say.
I tread closer and place the torch on the rocks close to the lake. Then I pull the rope around my body and let the leaves fall to the ground.
She doesn’t turn around even though I know my voice was loud enough for her to hear. Maybe she’s ignoring it … scared … or maybe she’s in denial. Whatever it is, it won’t stop me from claiming her right now.
I approach the water and slowly go in. It’s cold and tickles my toes, but soon, I’ve submerged my whole body. I don’t mind a cold swim in the dark. Besides, the warmth radiating from my body more than makes up for it, along with a major hard-on that just won’t go away.
In fact, it’s only grown bigger the closer I get to her.
She stays in the water at a place where she can stand just below the waterfall. So I wade through the water until I’m right behind her.
I softly brush her hair off her shoulder and lean in for a gentle kiss. I don’t want to scare her away again, so I take it slow this time. Another kiss right below her ear, and her head leans back against my shoulder in defeat.
I know it’s hard, so why resist?
“You want this,” I whisper into her ear.
My palm slides down her shoulders and arms, and goose bumps scatter on her skin. I press another kiss on the left side of her neck as her head tilts to the side and her eyes close. I capture her mouth with mine and taste her sweetness, wanting every last drop.
We drift forward in the water until her body hits the rocks and I press up against her. I want her to feel how hard I am for her, how badly I want her … and that there’s no escaping this.
What we have … it’s something inescapable. Too powerful to ignore.
I don’t just want her.
I need to have her.
Right fucking now.
So I plant my hands against the wall behind her, trapping her.
She spins in my arms and looks up at me with those doe eyes, making me wish I could read her mind. But I don’t have to as long as she kisses me back just as hard.
And when our mouths latch, it’s as if we combust into flames.
“Wait,” she murmurs between kisses. But she doesn’t stop.
So I whisper back, “I’m done waiting.”
Her tongue wraps around mine, just like her arms around my neck, both in a desperate attempt to get closer.
When we take a breath, she says it again. “We shouldn’t.”
Her words don’t sound like what she really means.
She can’t let herself go.