Incharge - 18+

Chapter 13

Nick Owens

The jacket wasn't for Scarlet's benefit, it was for mine. I couldn't have her walking around with everything out on display, I wouldn't be able to control myself. When she leaned over me, my eyes didn't know what to focus on.

It's all fun and games to make her mad - god was she hot when she was mad - but when her curves were on display, I just wanted her back in my bed.

"Well, don't throw anymore drinks at anyone. Come on, we're sitting together at table nine."

I got up and gladly followed Scarlet across the hall to our seats. "So you like winding people up?" She asked as we sat on the plush purple chairs.

"Mostly girls, makes the nights more entertaining."

She looked taken aback by my comment and readjusted herself to face the podium at the front of the hall. Miss Grenton stood to introduce some sponsors to read out speeches but all I could focus on was Scarlet sitting perfectly next to me.

I placed a finger on her exposed thigh and drew small circles on the skin. Scarlet tried to brush me off but I just gripped her thigh more. After a minute, she stopped trying to push me off and let my hand wander on her skin.

"Higher." She whispered breathlessly as one man began to start his speech.

I took her permission to move my fingers to her inner thigh and caress the soft skin. Scarlet squirmed but didn't push me off.

I continued this movement until the man concluded his speech and while everyone was clapping, I travelled under the short skirt of the dress to the lace of her thong. Scarlet's gasp was masked by the sounds of applause as I continued to brush my fingertips over her body.

"Now, for a final announcement before dinner. Something special for our newly appointed Head Boy and Head Girl." My hand flew off of Scarlet's body and rested on my lap. I was so close. Miss Grenton continued her speech, "With thanks to your kind donations, Harrowhill has been enrolled into a new leadership program! Scarlet Collins and Nicholas Owen will spend a week together with other Head Boys and Head Girls from other prestigious schools at the Willowlands Centre!"

Applauses sounded throughout the hall. Scarlet and I away for a week was exactly what I needed to show her that, deep down, she wanted me as much as I needed her.

The dinner began shortly after and my hand returned to her thigh. This time, Scarlet forcefully pushed me away and muttered, "Later."

I couldn't tell if I was annoyed or excited at the thought of not being able to touch her. I slightly shifted in my seat while the first course was passed out and conversed with the other members at table nine.

The evening dragged on and the conversation became dull. Although, one older lady's questions caught my attention, "So, what do you know about the Willowlands Centre?" She asked Scarlet.

"Nothing actually, Nicholas and I weren't aware of the opportunity until tonight." My full name seemed to just roll of her tongue.

"Well, I helped fund this project and thought I would spill the rest of the details!" Yeah this lady has had a few. "It's in September - so next month - and you'll be put in teams with other Head Boys and Girls and do activities like sailing, hiking and teamwork challenges."

"Next month? That's very soon." Scarlet replies.

"Well, Miss Grenton is one who loves surprises." I added making the older lady laugh a little.

The evening concluded around 23:30 so most of the donors could be back to their hotels by midnight. I could care less about going to sleep, I just wanted Scarlet to come back to my bed with me.

We stood and said goodbyes to sponsors as they exited the dining hall. Once Miss Grenton had thanked us for our appearances at the dinner, we turned to go back to the Authority Rooms.

"It's later now." I grabbed her waist and pulled her up against the wall.

"Nick..." She breathed out gently detaching my fingers from her waist. "I can't. I'm talking with Thomas, and I think I really like him..."

"But does he make you feel-" I kissed her neck, "how I make you feel?"

Scarlet Collins

I hate Nicholas Owen. The feeling is all consuming. But so is my feelings towards him. Whether I wanted him there or not, he was in my head.

His lips continued to trail down my neck and the ache between my legs grew more unbearable. "Nick..."

"Just one night and I'll leave you alone. One night." He moved his leg to be in between mine as he pulled himself in closer and sucked on my jawline.

I gave an involuntary moan and slightly melted to rest on his leg. The friction was what I needed as I began to grind softly on his thigh.

"Fuck... Nick... we need... a bed... please." I breathed. Before the string of words left my mouth, Nick had grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the corridors and stairways to our rooms.

"Mine or yours?" He asked feverishly - he wanted this more than I did.

"Yours." I said as we lunged to open his door.

Nick slammed the door behind us and latched his lips onto mine. We were both clashing with our tongues and wrestling with our clothes, each of us wanting to take the lead.

Nick pulled away, his hair messy and his tie askew, "You don't trust me."

I tried to kiss him again but he pulled away, "I do, but I like to be in control."

Nick seemed to wait a second while the cogs turned in his head, "I have a game," I nodded at him to continue, "A competition."

He needs to spit it out already, I'm so ready to make out. But a competition? I wasn't going to lose to Nick Owen.

"A simple spelling test. Person who lasts the longest gets to take lead and give the other a punishment."

"Deal." I hurriedly stuck out my hand to shake on it.

Nick rejected my hand, "There's a twist. Every correct answer is a piece of clothing off of the other person."