“Oh shit,” she gasps. “I’m close. Nolan, I’m so close.”
I keep going, mercilessly fucking her pussy with my fingers, sucking and licking her faster and faster. Her moans get deeper, louder, ringing through the valley. I love it, I want everyone nearby to hear her fucking come for me.
Her orgasm rips through her body, making her convulse. The boat fucking rocks hard side to side, and I’m pretty sure we’re about to get dumped, but I don’t stop. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I have to get her off and make her scream. I do what I can to keep the boat steady as she comes hard.
Slowly she finishes, and although we took on a little water, the boat didn’t tip. It stabilizes, and she collapses back, breathing hard.
“Holy shit,” she says.
I smirk and kiss her. “Now, I have to row us back.”
“Nolan,” she says.
“Yes?”
She grins at me. “Good job.”
I laugh and kiss her again before getting out the oars.
I’m so fucking hard, but I got what I wanted. I got her off and made her smile. Hopefully, she’ll be back to her normal self soon, laughing and joking. We can go back to having a good time together.
But the fight is just starting. I have some ideas of a PR event coming up, and that’s just the first step. I have my tentacles out in the castle now, feeling and probing for Julian’s weakness. If he has one, I’m going to find it.
And I’m going to exploit it until he’s fucking ash under my boot.
22
Hazel
My shovel bites into the soil and I kick my heel against the blade. It sinks, I push, and another bit of dirt plops onto the pile next to me.
I look up and wipe my brow. I’m sweating, though not too much. I’m glad Nolan told me to dress in active clothing for this, although he didn’t tell me that I’d be digging damn holes in the heat all day. I feel like Shia LaBeouf, except saner.
“Just a little deeper,” Janey, the supervisor, says.
I glare at her and quickly cover that with a smile. “Of course,” I say. “Trees are important!”
She gives me a fake smile in return and walks off. I can’t help but notice that she’s not digging any damn holes.
“Don’t kill her,” Nolan says next to me, grinning huge. “That’ll be bad for us.”
I grip my shovel with both hands like a weapon. “If she says one more thing about my holes…”
“Save it for the dirt,” he says.
I sigh and get back to work. After a few more minutes, the hole is big enough for a new tree. I walk over to the group of baby trees they have lined up near the truck, pick one up, and carry it over to the hole. I remove the packing from the root ball, drop it down, cover it with dirt, and call a supervisor over to check.
“Good job,” the supervisor says, flashing me a smile. “Now, just one more, yes?”
I sigh and nod. “Of course.”
Nolan gives me another grin as I get to work digging another hole. “This looks great,” he says to me. “Just relax.”
I sigh. “I know. I’m relaxed. It’s just that woman, and the cameras.”
“I get it,” he says, as another reporter wanders past and snaps a few pictures. Nolan smiles handsomely and I try my best to look happy. “It’s not easy to look like you’re having fun digging holes.”
“At least we’re doing a good thing,” I say. “I mean, nobody can complain about us planting new trees.”
“That’s a good point. I wonder what they think you’re spying on here.”
“Probably think I’m going to steal the secrets of your special magical soil and bring it back to my evil country.” I sigh and roll my eyes as Nolan laughs.
I get back to digging, trying not to feel too grumpy. I wish we were back at the cabin, but I know I shouldn’t be so lazy. I’m used to hard work and I need to be strong.
Nolan came up with this idea. We’re volunteers with a local group that plants new trees where the Polovian wood industry clear-cut entire swaths of the pristine forest. About fifty years ago, Polovia was best known for its wood exports, boasting some of the best wood in the world. Now though, the industry is more highly regulated, because they had been destroying the natural beauty of the country. Polovia still has a strong wood industry, it’s just not stripping out every single tree in sight anymore.
There are still wide paths where the trees never grew back, and we’re trying to help that. Each tree we plant is a natural, local tree, so it’ll work in this environment. I wish Nolan had picked a little less work-intensive job, but I guess that’s okay.