Chapter 12 Jack
Jack
She’s running from the scare actor with her friends leading the way. She’s slower than they are, giving me plenty of time to catch up.
Maverick wiped her memories of last night, claiming it’s better this way.
That she needs time to adjust to our monstrous reality.
Personally, I fucking disagree, even though he promises her memories will come back eventually.
When she sees me, she doesn’t remember the night we shared and that fucking rips into me.
Unlike Hendricks and Maverick, I can easily walk in the daylight. My monster form comes only at my behest. It allows me to blend in as a human when I want. And right now, I want a moment with Lydia.
Just the two of us.
While sharing her last night was an experience, and one I’d repeat again for the rest of my life happily, I also want time to get to know her.
Thankfully, I know these paths better than anyone, making it easy to cut across the forest to intercept her path.
Her friends are too busy running that they don’t notice how far behind she’s gotten.
She grabs her sides and bends at the waist, trying to catch her breath.
“Need some help?” I ask, coming out from behind the trees.
She jumps and whirls around to face me. Her eyes trail along my body, taking in my tattoos that line my arms and crawl up my neck.
“Oh, shit! You scared me.” She clutches her hand to her chest, and my eyes follow the movement.
“You seem lost,” I say, stepping closer, circling her like a shark circling its prey.
“I—” she looks around and then frowns, realizing her friends took off without her. “Do you know how to get out of here? There are so many paths.”
“I can lead you back. For a price.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “What do you want?”
I give her a smile and offer her the cold water bottle I have in my hand. “I want to know your deepest fear,” I reply.
“My deepest fear?” She scoffs, but takes the drink gratefully, opening it and chugging it down.
Her eyes track my every movement, like she’s trying to figure me out.
She licks a stray bead of moisture from her top lip and that small, innocent gesture is enough to have my cock surging to life in my pants.
Fuck, I am so far gone for this girl, and she has no idea who I am.
“I don’t really know. I guess…” she taps her chin with her index finger, “I would have to say being buried alive.”
“Fuck, that would be a bad way to go,” I answer.
“So, are you going to show me the way out of here now that I’ve answered your question?” She plants a hand on her hip, and I can see the sweat gathering in the crevice of her collar bone from how hot it is out here.
“I guess I can. Since you asked so nicely,” I say with a smile. “It’s not far to the cabins from here.” We walk together, dead leaves crunching beneath our feet as we walk.
“What’s your name?” She asks.
“Jack.”
“I’m Lydia.”
I pretend like I don’t already know her name. Like it hasn’t been rolling around in my head since she stepped onto my property.
“That’s a beautiful name.”
I watch to see a blush take hold of her, staining her cheeks and chest, and take note of how I impact her. I fucking like it. I like it a lot and want to see how else I can affect her.
“So, you’re a scare actor? Do you work here year-round?”
I nod. “I do. This is my home.”
“Where do all the scare actors stay, you know when they’re not chasing people around like a weirdo.”
I clutch my chest. “Did you just call me a weirdo?”
A small smile tugs at her lips. “Yeah. I guess I did. Normally people don’t spend their time chasing around other people.”
“I’ve never been good at doing what other people do.”
“So, scaring people, that’s your forte?”
“Oh yeah. I can really get your blood pumping when I want to.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?”
“Want me to test it out on you? I bet I can make you scream so loud that your voice goes hoarse.”
She tucks her lower lip behind her top teeth. “Are you always like this with guests?”
“No.”
“No?” She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me.
But it’s true. Most guests I couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
She’s the first one I’ve taken the time to talk to.
To become interested in. And there’s that uncanny way she resembles Jane.
And while I know that Jane can never be replaced, seeing Lydia felt like a sign from the heavens.
Like I’m meant to know her. Even just being in her presence wakes something inside me that I thought was long dead. Desire.
“I can promise you, I never talk to any of the guests.”
“So, then why are you talking to me?”
I grip her wrist and turn her to face me. She spins easily into my hold, looking up at me in surprise. I trace her face with my pointer finger.
“Because, beauty, I wanted to see what it would be like to have you look at me.”
She swallows hard and her chest rises and falls quicker. A bead of sweat trickles down her front, disappearing between her breasts.
“Well, I’m looking at you. What now?”
“Now? We kiss.”
She inhales and her eyes go wide. My thumb traces her jawline and up to her plush bottom lip. Her mouth parts and her breathing becomes shallow.
Her lids are heavy as I lean down, gripping her about the neck to help grant me better access to her mouth before our lips meet.
She opens for me, moving her lips against mine.
Her hand winds up against the nape of my neck and I feel her nails scrape gently along my skin, making me moan into her mouth.
I’m so starved for touch that I find myself pressing her backwards up against a tree.
Her body is melded against mine and I feel my cock grow stiff as I press my hips against hers. My hands are everywhere, feeling her curves and pulling her closer to me. I can’t get enough of how good she feels.
I pull at her shirt and slip my hand between the fabric covering her pussy.
“Are you wet for me, Lydia?” I ask, dipping my fingers beneath her panties.
She nods her head yes, watching as I find out just how wet she is.
I swirl my finger around her clit and feel her grip onto my biceps as her hips roll forward.
“Do you want to come for me?”
She nods.
“Use your words, Lydia. I want to hear you tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” she says sounding tortured and breathless.
I put more pressure on her clit running her wetness around and then press my finger inside of her.
“Ride my hand,” I instruct, sliding in another finger and use the heel of my palm to give her enough friction on her pelvic bone.
She rolls her hips as I curl my fingers inside of her tight walls.
Her nails pierce my flesh as her pleasure begins to build.
I can feel her become tighter, gripping my fingers hard.
“That’s my girl. Fucking come all over my hand.”
Her legs begin to shake as she breaks.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, god!” She cries out, making a flock of birds take off right above us.
“That’s it,” I say kissing her lips as she rides out her orgasm. She kisses me back hard and passionate with a whimper on her lips.
As she comes down, I remove my hand and lift my fingers to my mouth. She watches as I lick my fingers clean.
“So, fucking good,” I say.
Her cheeks are stained red, and her hair is a mess. She grips my hand and then surprises me by taking the fingers that were just shoved up her cunt into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tips of my fingers and my cock twitches at how good that feels.
Before I know what’s happening, she sinks to her knees and has my jeans unzipped. Her palm runs up my hard length and those eyes of hers look up at me.
“I want to taste you now that you’ve gotten a taste of me.”
“Then do it. Take my cock out and taste what you’ve done to me.”
She does, licking me from base to tip. Her tongue swirls around the tip before she’s sucking me down.
“Oh fuck, you take me so well,” I praise, gripping her by the ponytail.
Her hot mouth slides around my length until she’s choking around it. She quickly adjusts, relaxing her throat to take me deeper as I guide her motions by her hair. Her cheeks hollow out around my cock as she sucks.
It doesn’t take long before I’m shooting my load into her waiting throat.
When she leans back her lips are swollen and glistening.
I help her up and kiss her hard until we’re both breathless.
“Fuck that was so good,” I say looking down at her with so much intensity that I’m afraid it’ll scare her away.
She lets out a soft laugh. “I like you, Jack.”
The way she says my name sends a shiver down my spine. “I like you too, Lydia. We should get you back before your friends start to worry.”
“You’re right.”
Her knees are covered in dirt and leaves as we walk back to her cabin hand in hand.
“You never answered my question, though. Where do you all stay?” She asks.
“Ah, well that’s a secret, I’m afraid.”
“Are you going to the bonfire tonight?” she asks.
“I’ll be there. What about you?”
“I guess I can make an appearance.”
“Then I’ll be waiting for you,” I tell her.
She smiles and I watch her disappear into her cabin.
I’ve got it so fucking bad for her it hurts. The thought of her leaving sends me into a panic.
Between myself, Hendricks and Maverick, I hope we find a way to keep her, so she’ll never want to leave.