Incharge

Chapter 31

Nick Owens

"Nick, someone's going to see us!"

"I'm not stopping until you say sorry for trying to run away."

I don't think Scarlet ever really thought she would be able to outrun me. I mean, come on, I play rugby - more than half the bloody game is running.

"Are you upset that I tried to get away?" She cupped my face in her hands and pulled me down so that we could look each other in the eyes. I still had her pinned to the wall in the stairwell, I was continuing to kissing over the red skin of her neck before she stopped me.

I waited too long to answer. "Well, if you're not upset," She stepped away from me, "then I'm not sorry."

As she walked away, swaying her hips as she climbed the stairs, I lunged to grab her arm. Just as I missed and Scarlet was about to berate me for my accuracy, we heard footsteps from a few floors above. Instead of speaking, Scarlet frowned and looked at me.

She didn't need to speak for me to understand, "Who's up? I thought everyone was done for the night?"

I shrugged back in response, also curious as what the answer to her question could be. The footsteps drew closer and faster as we continued our climb up to our floor. I leaned forward and wrapped my arm around Scarlet's waist as we turned to go up another flight of stairs only to be stopped by Isaac.

We had turned at the same time and Scarlet and Isaac had bumped shoulders. I could tell she didn't realise it was him at first as she opened her mouth to apologise. When she looked up and saw who it was, her jaw jammed shut.

I tensed my arm around her, partly to make her feel safer - partly to reassure myself that she was okay. I glowered at him and gave him a once over.

A fresh bruise was developing around his left eye causing him to squint in pain. His bottom lip was swollen and added to the disjointed look of his face. I had to refrain from provoking him further with a smirk.

He glared back at me. Only leaving my eyes to glance at Scarlet. Due to their small collision, we were standing still on the landing. A heavy tension rose in the air as we stood glued in place.

I felt Scarlet squirm slightly in discomfort and took that as my cue to clear the air and get out of the stairwell.

"Isaac." I nodded in greeting. As I began to usher Scarlet up the stairs, he called after me.

"Fuck you. I'll make you regret it. I'll make you regret it too you stupid bitch."

I was about to follow the dickhead down the stairs and finish what I had started on his face when I heard her wince. Scarlet was my priority right now and letting her see me beat the shit out of Isaac was not happening today. I pretend to ignore him, and practically dragged Scarlet up the last set of stairs and to our room.

I pull her onto the bed and rubbed my knuckles over her arm, "You okay? He's full of shit and is just making hollow threats."

"I know."

"Yeah?"

She smiled gently at me, "Owens, don't tell me you're going soft." She shifted her body so she straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. She brushed her hips against me gently letting a soft moan escape her mouth.

I groaned in response, "You sure? We don't have to do any-"

"You don't get to kiss me and then leave me needy. That's not fair and I need to take my mind off of today. I'm so stressed, help relieve my mind. Please?"

Scarlet never asked nicely for anything. God, when we had Maths together I was lucky if I wasn't assaulted by various pieces of stationary when she needed help on a question. And trust me when I say I was a last resort in those cases.

But she wanted me. And who was I to deny her of something I also craved? Time. Together.

I grasped her hips and slowly started pulling her to meet my hips movement. Scarlet arched her back so she could fold into me more, only increasing my desire to please her.

"Is it stressful trying to be perfect all day?" I leaned in to suck on her neck, adding to the hickeys from the escape room.

"Ask yourself, I'm even more stressed because I am perfect... all... all day." Her statement was strong but her delivery killed all the effects her words may have had. Mid sentence she had let out a gasp as I found the tender skin between her neck and shoulders.

"Aww, what will we do about that?" It was as if I was taunting her with the idea of relief.

My hands graced her body and reached for her bra, snapping the back against her skin emitting a whine from her mouth against my skin. We were both kissing each other feverishly as Scarlet's hips continued to rock back and forth.

I pulled back from her touch and looked her in the eye, "Today has been crazy. I'm not doing anything unless you are okay with it. Okay?"

"Mhm."

"Words, Gorgeous."

"I'm okay with this."

"Prove it. Take your bra off."

Scarlet slowed her movements, antagonising me with her seductive performance. She pulled her top up deliberately, making sure it grazed the fabric of her black lacy cups. Scarlet's hands reached behind her and the straps fell softly off of her shoulders revealing two round breasts, with nipples pebbled to a point.

"We should have done this at the dinner last month." She smiled as she went back to kissing me.

"We should've done this the minute we met." I retorted.

"And when was that?" Scarlet queried as she sat back and allowed me to kiss down her neck to her bare chest.

"When I transferred from the international school in Argentina back home - to Wales. When I got on that final flight with everyone else and you were queued right up at the front to make sure you got on the plane first." I kissed the top of her left breast. "And when I walked into our first Spanish class." I kissed the top of her right breast. "And knew more than you. I got you all riled up."

"I still think it's unfair you were allowed to take the class, you lived in Argentina for six years!"

"And you have a Spanish mother!"

"She's only half!"

I sighed in defeat. "Sí, lo sé."

She smiled to herself in a smug ha-I-was-right grin. Which was wiped off of her face when I opened my mouth again. "Ahora cállate y déjame complacerte. Or do I need to spell it out for you in English?"

She shook her head. "I understood you."

"Good." I praised her softly acknowledging the shiver that crawled down her spine. "Now, Espléndida, keep listening and lie in the middle of the bed. And strip."