The Last Knight

Chapter 9

Samuel

I knew she needed me the moment I saw her collapse at the table in the corner. Her friends had since left but she was still there for whatever reason. As I made my way to her across the rooftop, I saw her become ill with none the wiser. I was all she had to truly look after her at this point and I wasn’t going to let Matthew down by leaving her there. I didn’t expect her to fight me along the way. That’s a new development in her personality. She always did what she was told and what was expected of her when she was young but somewhere along the way she grew into Miss Independent. I won’t lie and say that it wasn’t sexy as fuck for her to speak to me like that.

I got her down to the car with minimal inappropriate comments. I couldn’t help myself by taunting her beautiful ass with punishment. The thought of having my handprint on that perfect peach is a sight I might never be able to erase from my mind. I have to adjust myself thinking about it.

Once she passed out in my arms, I lifted her to my chest and brought her to my penthouse. I laid her on the bed and removed her boots one by one, enjoying the feel of her silky calves in my hands. I warred with myself on whether I should put her in something more comfortable or not. I finally decided to dress her in one of my old Army t-shirts. The sheer amount of will it took for me to not gawk at the beauty before me was a true testament to my code of honor. After I got her tucked in, I placed a glass of water on the bedside table for when she wakes.

As I sit on the edge of my bed watching Marcy sleep, in a totally non-creepy way, I take in all her splendor. No one could deny that she is absolutely stunning. Her long red locks lay gently over her pale freckled skin. The sheet falls over her body showcasing the mouthwatering curves she has. I rake my eyes over her body, wanting to explore every inch of her delectable figure. Brushing a piece of hair away from her face, I watch as my beautiful obsession sleeps.

Marcy Hillary is in my bed. I would never have believed it were true if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes. “You always smell so good” repeats over and over in my mind. How long has she thought that? Did she believe that when we were kids?

The sounds coming from the television are sure to upset Matt’s parents but they aren’t home at the moment. This new game came out today, erasing any plans we had. We haven’t left the couch downstairs in hours as we battle it out on the Xbox. The front door opens then slams shut.

“Matt, get up here. I need help in the garage,” Matt’s dad yells down the stairs. He groans but jumps from the couch to head up the stairs.

“This shouldn’t take long,” he calls back down.

The door opens and closes again. Thinking it’s Matt, I resume the game in single player mode. Soft cries reverberate down the stairs, making me pause the game. The haunting melody pulls me away from the virtual world. I set down my controller, the game forgotten, and follow the sound. The stairs creak under my weight as I ascend, taking two at a time.

Marcy is scrunched at the top with her head buried in her legs. Her red hair spilling in all directions as she whimpers. Anger courses through me at the sight of her like this, making me want to find who is responsible.

I kneel down beside her but I guess I’m not as quiet as I hoped. Her red blotchy face looks up at me but I see the instant embarrassment overcomes her. She wipes her cheeks, murmuring a sorry as she tries to scurry off.

Unfortunately for her, I’m not letting her get away without telling me what happened.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I declare, pulling her ass right back down to where she was.

“Want to tell me what’s going on, princess?” She plays with the hem of her shirt as she shakes her head.

“Hmm… well, if you aren’t going to tell me then I guess you need to get to the basement.”

Her face shoots up looking at me quizzically. “What? Why?” Her expression makes me chuckle.

“Because we got a new game today that I think you would like.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Okay? And you want me to play with you?” She looks at me skeptically.

“Yep.” I jump up from the floor, grabbing her hand along the way. “Beat you down there!” I roar in laughter taking two steps at a time.

“Hey! Your legs are longer!” She sprints down then jumps over the back of the couch plopping herself down without me.

Chuckling, I land beside and grab our controllers.

“So, what’s this new game called?”

“Mortal Kombat! It will definitely take your mind off things.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her which always makes her laugh. This time is no different. Her laughter echoes through the basement, making me pleased that at least she’s not crying any longer.

“So, how do I play this?” She looks at the controller like it’s an alien.

“First off, there are combo moves which you will have to remember.” She rolls her eyes.

“Just start the game, I’ll figure it out.” With my interest piqued, I start it up. I guess throwing her into the deep end will force her to swim, right?

With just a few games under her belt, she’s beating me. The only excuse I can come up with is sorcery. She’s spamming all the buttons at the same time. There’s no rhyme or reason to her madness but dammit if she isn’t kicking my ass.

“Slow down there, princess. These guys aren’t fighting you in real life.”

“I’m pretending your character is this guy from school. So, I’m having a great time kicking his butt!” she chuckles but I can see the sadness in her eyes. I pause the game to see if she will talk to me this time.

“Hey! I was just about to knock him out!” she whines as she flops back against the couch.

“So, are you going to tell me what got you so upset earlier?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I need to know who’s ass I’ll be beating tonight, princess.” She laughs, but I’m only partially kidding. People don’t make Marcy cry and get away with it.

“It’s stupid.” She fidgets with her hands then looks back up at me with fresh tears in her eyes. “Do you think someone will like me when I get older?”

“Of course I do! They would be stupid not to. Why do you ask?” She shrugs her shoulders to get away but I won’t let her. She always runs when things get hard but she’s not running from me. I pull her back, making her collapse on my chest. She scrambles up but stays seated.

“This guy said that I would be alone forever and that no one would want me.” She wipes a tear away but continues, “It’s not like I like him or anything but his words made me think that maybe he’s right.” Her emerald eyes shine up at me waiting for an answer.

“Listen to me, when the time is right everything will fall into place. You will find your prince, I promise.” I boop her nose making her laugh. I love the melody.

She throws her arms around me tightly, giving me a hug.

“Thank you, Sam. You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“I try, princess.” I rub her back in soothing circles until she looks back up at me.

“You always smell so good.” Her admission seems to shock her but before I can respond she’s standing and rushing up the stairs.

“Thanks for everything, Sam. I’ve got to do my homework!”

I laugh as I shake my head. That girl is going to be a handful for whoever is lucky enough to have her.

Marcy’s moans jolt me back to the present. She’s still asleep as she rolls over and snuggles with another pillow. The sound sends an electrical current straight to my cock. I jump from the bed then take a step back. I can’t go there with her. She’s Matthew’s baby sister and here I am getting a hard on from a small moan escaping her lips. Running my hands down my face, I decide to put some space between us.

Walking into the en suite, the lights illuminate as I take a closer look in the mirror.

“I’m too old for her, too damaged. She has no business being with someone like me.” If i say it enough maybe it will sink into my thick skull and I can stop obsessing over her.

I glance back at her in the bed, then determine I need to get rid of this tension building in my mind. Shutting the bathroom door, I remove my clothing and step into a steaming hot shower. Maybe this wasn’t the best decision because now all I can think about is Marcy wet and naked in my arms.

“Fuck!” I mutter. “Pull yourself together,” I say to myself. “She’s just another woman, nothing special.” But the instant the words are out, I want to reel them back in. She is special. Arguably the most special woman I know. And there lies the problem that makes this decision so difficult.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ve always been intrigued by her. I’m not saying that I liked an underaged girl, but we always got along. There was this coolness between us, therefore I never minded when she would join Matthew and me to hang out. She was always so witty and funny, forever keeping us entertained. I smile thinking back to that little red-headed spit fire. It’s true what they say, gingers are impulsive and have fiery tempers, as she proved so eloquently tonight.

The hot water splashes off my face as I submerge myself under the spray trying to rid my mind of images of Marcy but, if anything, it’s making the thoughts more pronounced. Sighing in frustration, I quickly wash up then step out from the shower.

I pull on some shorts then brush my teeth before returning to the bedroom. As I turn off the light, I see Marcy shifted in the bed causing her black lace panties to peak out of the covers. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning at the sight. She is perfection wrapped in satin sheets. I feel like this is a test I need to pass but am bound to fail. Instead of joining her in bed, I get as comfortable as I can in a chair across the room. This way I can be here if she needs something in the middle of the night but far enough away from the temptation.

I rest my head against the chair and drift off with images of her looking up at me while I was carrying her.