Page 100 of Far From Sherwood Forest

He launches himself off the animal’s back and crashes into mine, sending us both to the forest floor as my hood falls from my head. Somehow, he lands with most of his weight on the ground beside me instead of crushing me with it, but the impact still knocks the wind from my lungs.

Since Henry’s clearly still wanting to play the Sheriff, I scramble away from him, clouds of dirt billowing around us. He claws at my legs, but I kick his hands away.

Considering the first time he got hard for me was when we were literally locked in a fight, this is surprisingly fun.

I continue dodging his attempts to grab ahold of me, scurrying backward until I have enough space to push myself to my feet.

“Get back here, little thief!”

I rush forward to get further away before turning around to see him rising to his feet too. “Now why would I do that?” I ask with a smirk so wide it hurts my face. “I’m supposed to be a bad boy today.”

He narrows his eyes and growls, “Bad boys get punished.”

My cock jerks.

“Maybe I’d like it.”

With that, I spin around and take off once more, weaving my way through the trees as Henry’s heavy footfalls chase after me.

I think it’s safe to say that if anyone were watching, we’d be pretty convincing. However, the way my dick starts to swell the longer I run would probably ruin the act. At this point, I don’t think we’re doing it for an audience anymore.

This is just for us.

“I won’t let you get away this time, Robin!”

I know he won’t, and I don’t want him to.

His voice is further away. I’m still faster than him, so I’ve already put quite a bit of distance between us.

Maybe this is more than what it seems. As I keep running and he continues chasing me, it starts to feel like we’re both chasing closure. Like this is the last time we’ll ever be Robin Hood and the Sheriff. Like we’re saying goodbye to them for good so we can start fresh.

So, even though we’re already more than far enough from the camp, I don’t stop.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been running, but the sound of Henry crashing through the forest behind me starts to fade. My legs are on fire, my breathing is labored, and my heart pounds in my chest. Sweat drips down my temples and causes my hair to cling to my forehead. When I no longer hear him, I decide I can afford to rest for a moment.

Passing by a tree with one of the thickest trunks, I stop on the other side and lean my back against it. I drop my head back too and try to catch my breath.

I stand there like that for maybe twenty seconds before I feel something sharp and cold against the front of my throat.

I freeze and stop breathing all together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Henry round the tree,his hand around the hilt of his sword and a victorious grin on his face. As he moves in an arc to stand in front of me, he straightens his sword, the edge of the blade becoming the sharp point resting in the hollow of my throat.

“Well, well,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Looks like I finally caught the infamous Hood.”

My chest still heaves from all the exertion as I give him a lopsided smile. “You did a long time ago, Sheriff.”

His grin softens, but he doesn’t drop his sword.

“Now what should I do with you?” he asks huskily as his eyes rake down my body, stopping at the tent in the front of my pants. He looks back up with an arched brow.

In my defense, he has a matching one.

“Drop the bow.”

I do, letting it fall to the ground followed by the quiver of arrows. The next thing I know, he flicks his wrist, the tip of his blade slicing through the top few threads of my tunic. He’s just as skilled with a sword as he once was because he doesn’t even nick my skin.

“I don’t know if we have time for this, Henry.” My voice wavers, and I’m breathless for an entirely different reason now.