Carried Away Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 10

She was dying. Of that she was sure. Granted nothing had actually happened to her so far but she knew that it was only a matter of time before she was taking her last breath. The moment that she had felt him start to tug at her clothing something inside her had died anyway. Was it really any stretch of the imagination to think that whatever few moments she had left with him would be her last? She didn’t think so.

“What can be wrong with you now?” Shawn asked as it finally dawned on him that she had fallen suspiciously silent. “Just a few moments ago you were ready to argue with me about anything and everything. Now you’ve let the cat get your tongue.” He added and looked up at her face. He couldn’t deny that he was finding the silence enjoyable. But still, he was starting to realise just why Nash had been so anxious for her to speak to him earlier. There was definitely something unnerving about her going all quiet like this. He had the sudden urge to just keep right on talking to fill in the unpleasant conversational gaps and that just wasn’t like him at all.

She blinked as she listened to everything that he had just said. It felt like if she even took so much as a breath that it would be something that she might just pay for. “What’s wrong with me?” She managed to croak out and cursed the fact that she was frightened. Why couldn’t she speak up for herself? Where had all her bravado gone? When she had been in a similar situation earlier with his friend she hadn’t found her tongue so tied up in knots. “You are currently undressing me sir. How do you expect me to react in this situation?” She asked and was sure that she could feel a sob heading in the direction of her words. She quickly shut her mouth. The last thing that she wanted to do was give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was getting to her.

“Well you were the one who started it.” Shawn pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. Then lowering his eyes he continued to tug those god-awful pants that she was wearing down over her thighs. At the same time he wrapped his arms a little tighter around her waist and tugged her closer. He could smell her. He was sure of it. And it wasn’t unpleasant. He could smell the heated female scent of her and it was awakening something in him.

Her eyes widened at his words and felt them speak to a part of her that needed to be shaken awake. Reaching down she placed her hands on his forearms and attempted to push them down so she could wriggle out of his forcible embrace. “I can assure you that I most certainly did not!” She said and was pleased when her voice came out with more volume this time. She was finding that part of her that needed to fight and for that she was glad.

“Yes you did.” He stated and laughed out loud. He could feel her starting to fight him and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He had already made up his mind exactly what he was going to get out of this encounter but he hadn’t expected her gutsy side to kick in quite so quickly. He had never knowingly hurt a woman in his life and he didn’t intend starting any time soon. It was a coward’s way to get what they wanted. But there was no doubt of what his body wanted right now. He would have to convince her that she wanted the same thing. Not the easiest of tasks at the best of times.

Pulling back as far as she could in his embrace to look down at his face she was sure that her eyes were blazing. Before she could even think about what she was about to do she slapped him. It had happened before she could stop herself but she wasn’t ashamed of it. Then again ... why hadn’t she fought Nash earlier? All this was doing was bringing everything to a head and forcing her to ask questions that she wasn’t ready to answer. “Pray tell me just what I might have said to make this happen?” She asked but didn’t like the hint of desperation that could now be heard in every word that she said out loud. It took away from whatever little trickles of power she was trying to keep for herself ... that she knew she would need if she were to get through this.

“You said that I had never brought pleasure to any woman.” He stated as if it were completely obvious. Yes he may be paraphrasing slightly but that was the general gist of what she had said to him. “I thought that you wanted me to prove otherwise.”

“Well I don’t!” She almost shrieked as it hit her that he was perhaps only doing this to scare her. That she had angered him enough with that comment to make him want her shaking in her shoes. Well if that were the case then he had done it and now she was determined to show him just how well. “You win!”

Grinning up at her again he shrugged but only barely. “Well of course I do Mary.” He said as if that was obvious. “I always do.” He had seen the small light that was appearing in her eyes. He had no clue what had caused it but now it was gone. With his last words it had been extinguished. Oh well, he didn’t care why it was there or why it had left. Keeping his grin in place he looked at her just standing there trying to squirm away. Her half naked body so close to him. The pants had fallen to the floor the moment that he had shoved them over her thighs.

Slipping his palms lower till they were covering her buttocks he tugged her towards him even more. The moment that he did he looked up at her and caught the look of surprise on her face. That was something that she hadn’t expected. If he were any judge of her expression then he would bet that she had thought he was going to shove her backwards. He would bet that she had been expecting the coldness of the floor to meet her while he pounced. No, that wasn’t how he liked to do things. She needed to learn that. If only for her own peace of mind.

“What are you...” She began to ask then her words became a disbelieving little squeak.

Pressing his face against her sex he couldn’t help but inhale. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating. And that was a fact that he was sure she had absolutely no clue about. Most women never did. Those who held any fascination for the males of the species never seemed to really understand that and those who didn’t seemed to think that they were more than they could ever hope to be. He laughed when he heard her reaction. That was something that he had been expecting. After all she was an upper class sheltered little flower wasn’t she. The moment that he laughed he heard her let out another strangled sound. Of course any sound that he made was going to vibrate right through considering where he was positioned right now.

“What ... what do you think you’re doing?” Mary finally managed to croak out. And it was a question that she really did want answered. This was something that she could never have expected. Things like this just didn’t happen. She knew that she wasn’t the most experienced person when it came to matters of a sexual nature but she didn’t understand this. When men wanted to have sex wasn’t it just a case of them climbing on top of the woman that they wanted till they got what they wanted and then fell asleep. True when she had been with Nash she had gotten something that she wanted out of all of that too ... not that she had even known that such an experience even existed till that moment. “Are you perverted man?”

Before he could stop himself Shawn leaned back and let out a long and loud laugh. “No!” He gasped out through his laughter. “Not at all.” He added and lifting a hand he stroked his fingers down over her cheek. “So much more innocent than you think Mary.” Then letting his hand drop he placed it between her legs and just smirked. “You will enjoy this ... I promise.”

“Never.” She spat out her voice sounding angry and full of hate. Then her legs practically collapsed under her as he stroked his fingers over her folds and she felt something ... like a bolt of something going through her.

-o0o-

Sitting tucked away from everyone else John just tugged his blanket over himself. He knew that if he really looked hard enough he could probably find something to do but he just didn’t want to look hard enough. He just wanted to sit here for a while and take in the night. He could feel the ship rolling and bucking underneath his body and feel the cold wind whistle around his face but all that did was make him tug the material around him a little tighter.

You would think that he would be used to this kind of night by now. But it was something that he never seemed to get used to. These kinds of endless nights would come and he would be filled with the same ennui that he always felt at times like this. He didn’t fully understand it and was sure that he never would. It was just one of those things. He didn’t feel unhappy. He just felt ... disconnected he supposed. He found himself wondering if perhaps that was too high and mighty a way to be describing this particular feeling even in his own head.

After all it wasn’t as if his jobs on board were even that important. He did the grunt work ... that was as good a name for it as any because it definitely covered the things he did. Granted he was trusted with some important duties from time to time. A few times he was sure that either Shawn or Nash were watching him ... trying to see how he handled specific things. But he could never be completely sure that that was what was happening. Were they grooming him? As more time passed he began to think that, no, it didn’t look like they were. He was just another member of the crew albeit a well liked one.

Thinking back he couldn’t really remember a time clearly when he hadn’t been on this ship. Of course there had been that time in his life ... he hadn’t been born here. He could remember growing up somewhere green ... somewhere that there was always a lot to be done but where he had bore every job with good nature. But somehow whenever his mind got to a certain point that was all swept away by his life here on board. He couldn’t remember clearly how he had come to be here. When he had asked Shawn about it once his older friend had merely patted him on the shoulder and said that he should be grateful for small mercies.

It had involved a ship sinking. That was all that he really knew. Anything beyond that was information that he was never going to have again. Too much time had passed for it to all suddenly and magically be right there for him to get to at the forefront of his mind. Strange but it was something that he had successfully not managed to think about for a very long time. He found himself wondering what had got his mind working over time on it tonight. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that they had taken someone from that ship earlier today. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he had actually had cause to speak to her a little while ago ... touch her even. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that when he had seen her face just slightly he had found the expression that she wore achingly familiar.

Then shaking his head he tried to break himself of this far too introspective mood. Tossing off the cover that he had scrounged up to pull over himself he shivered and then stood up in an attempt to get some heat moving through his body once more. Perhaps he would just go and try and find some of that work that he was ignoring. Surely that would help him focus on what was important right now.