10.2 Relent

Boyd abruptly pulls his hand away before brusquely standing up. His sharp gaze runs over your body and you see a flash of sympathy come across it. Sighing audibly, he rakes his hand through his sweaty locks wearily.

"There's no need to thank me." He mutters softly, moving to help you off the table. "We should get you cleaned up now."

His eyes slowly divert from yours after his comment. Your own gaze slowly travels down to take in your bloody and disheveled form. Blushing lightly, you nod in agreement while keeping your weight leaned against him. It quickly occurs to you that there's no way you'll be able to make it to the nearby stream without assistance. Your blush deepens as you clear your throat hesitantly.

"I'll need some help." You mumble reluctantly, feeling Boyd stiffen slightly at the suggestion.

Another deep exhale is heard before he nods his head in affirmation. A light shiver runs down your spine when he wraps his arm behind your back. It loops under your wounded arm awkwardly, as he tries to carry some of your weight without hurting you. Stumbling forward, you wince as your arm is jostled in the motion.

"I don't think this is going to work." You state exasperatedly while trying to shift out of his embrace.

There's a brief pause before his grip tightens and you're swiftly lifted from the floor. Struggling to reposition yourself, your vision becomes partially obscured by damp strands of hair. Angrily huffing them out of your eyes, you glance at the man in annoyance.

"This isn't what I had in mind." Though your voice is irate there's no hiding it's weary undertones.

"Don't you ever get tired of arguing?" Boyd questions, shifting your weight in his arms before walking forward.

Ignoring his comment, you hesitantly slide an arm around his shoulders for support. His broad muscles flex under your palm as your hand wraps around the thin fabric covering them. Though he seems to be trying to stay steady, every step through the uneven terrain sends small waves of pain through your tender shoulder. When you finally reach the mouth of the stream, you're quite relieved to finally be on your feet again. Unfortunately, you find yourself entirely too unsteady to move about on your own. Forcing down your pride, you warily glance over at the large man.

"If you can, um..." A deep blush spreads over your cheeks as you fumble over your words. "If you can just help me to the middle, I can take it from there."

Boyd raises an eyebrow at you skeptically but doesn't protest. After helping you to the ground, he steps back and begins unbuckling his belt.

"What are you doing?" You question hurriedly, while quickly averting your gaze.

"I'm not getting my clothes wet." He retorts bluntly after stepping out of the now stained garment. "Besides, I could use a wash as well."

You hesitantly glance back up at the man, feeling somewhat guilty as you see his blood stained forearms. Despite your apprehension, you find yourself unable to look away when he begins peeling off his slightly damp undershirt. A confused frown crosses over your face when a large tribalistic tattoo is revealed on his broad chest. You quickly look away when his unamused stare catches your eye.

"You're next." He announces, moving over to help you back up.

"Turn around." You demand impatiently, trying to pull out of his grasp.

Boyd chuckles lightly when you stumble slightly, landing back in his arms.

"Don't be silly." He comments, sliding his arm around your waist to keep you steady. "It's nothing I haven't already seen."

Exhaling in defeat, you realize he has a point. Forcing your body to relax, you cautiously begin unclasping the buttons on your shirt. Without the luxury of a bra, you're **** to wrap an arm protectively around your bare chest. This unfortunately, leaves you without a method to remove your pants. Grimacing, you attempt to move your damaged arm to no avail. Boyd scoffs softly before sliding his hand down your bare torso. Your back stiffens defensively when it reaches the button of your jeans. Somewhat reluctantly, you watch as he slowly slips the garment off your waist.

"That's enough." You snap when his hand begins moving towards the waistband of your panties.

Boyd doesn't reply, however, thankfully slides his hand back up your narrow abdomen. Keeping your arm wrapped around your bosom, you cautiously move forward with the man's assistance. The cool water is an instant breath of relief from the unrelenting sun. Sighing softly, you feel yourself relax marginally. You continue walking further into the depths until you're stopped by Boyd's arm. Your back brushes against his broad chest as you're pulled back against him.

"Not too far." He warns, running his fingers absentmindedly across your side. "You can't get the stitches wet."

Frowning you glance down to see the water level is just barely high enough to cover part of your chest. Hesitantly lowering your arm, you use it to push yourself away from him.

"Thanks," You reply, while trying to keep steady. "You can go now."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Boyd responds, reaching out to stable you before you lose balance.

Your body feels as if it's completely devoid of energy. Unable to fight back any longer, you dejectedly lean back against the man again. An unexpected sigh emits when his hand gently runs up the side of your unwounded arm. Your eyes flutter half closed as you rest more of your weight against his firm chest. His hand continues moving up and slides across your sternum. You shiver lightly as cold beads of water run down your chest. Breathing shallowly, you subconsciously arch back, exposing more of your breasts. Boyd's hand drifts over to run along your side, his forearm brushing against your stiff nipples as it moves down.

You take a step back at the unexpected sensation. Your face turns flush again when your hip grazes something hard behind you. Boyd tenses slightly and quickly pulls his arm away from you. Without thinking, you reach out and grab onto his forearm.

"Don't stop." You mumble, settling back against him.

He pauses for a moment before slowly placing his hand back on your arm. Sighing softly, you close your eyes again as you enjoy his surprisingly gentle touch. This time his hand moves down past your arm and runs across the top of your thigh. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he leans back. A soft moan escapes your lips when you feel his erect shaft brush against your backside. Boyd's actions falter again just before his hand reaches your inner thigh.

"You need to get some rest first." You hear him say somewhat reluctantly. "You're too weak right now."

Biting your lip, you take a moment debating his point. While he's most likely correct, the deep aching in your lower half is becoming increasingly unbearable. Remaining silent, you instead shift your weight around as you reposition yourself in his arms. He tenses again when you lean over and begin pouring water over your head. His grip around your waist tightens as you continue pressing back against his rigid member.

"I know what you're doing." He comments brusquely, digging his fingers into your side.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You reply casually, glancing over your shoulder at him.

A conflicted look has come over his typically stern face. Raising an eyebrow at him, you slowly lean back up, careful to keep water from dripping onto your shoulder. He lets out a sharp sigh before quickly pulling you back against him. Anticipation quickly builds when his other hand reassumes its position on your thigh. Your breath becomes shallow as it slowly runs up and pulls your wet panties down. Parting your legs slightly, you're unable to suppress a moan when his fingers finally reach your aching skin.

"You've forgotten about our deal." Boyd murmurs coarsely, just lightly grazing his finger tips across your sensitive clit. "You still haven't told me where the map is."

"I told you," You whimper softly while trying unsuccessfully to compose yourself. "I don't know where it is."

"Not good enough." He replies and begins to pull his hand away.

"It was in the satchel." You find yourself explaining hurriedly. "At least it was before I was brought here."

"That's already been searched." Boyds voice grows somewhat impatient.

"Well, I don't know then!" You exclaim in exacerbation while pushing away from the man. "I left it in the pocket."

Boyds hand quickly stops you from moving further away. His fingers press into your side painfully as he leans over your small frame.

"What pocket?" He demands, his voice now low and urgent.

Frowning in confusion, you tilt your head to look back at him.

"The one inside the bag." You reply slowly, realizing it must have somehow been overlooked.

"That's more like it." Boyd smirks before his hand returns to your now aching clit. "I knew you'd come around."

Your response is cut off by a sharp inhale when his fingers slip their way past your wet lips. Stiffening in surprise, you feel them slide in further, slightly stretching your tight entrance. Grabbing his forearm with your free hand, you find yourself overwhelmed with instant relief. Your eyes slowly droop half-closed as you relax into Boyd's tight embrace. He continues roughly pumping the digits in and out until you're met with a large orgasm. You're still lost in the bliss of your climax when you're given your real reward. After slowly sliding his fingers out, his grip around your waist tightens as you're quickly lifted. Another gasp escapes your lips when his large appendage is **** into your small entry. Leaning back against his broad frame, you allow him to continue his awaited ****.

"Boyd." You moan unexpectedly, shifting slightly in a vain effort to move closer.

He scoffs lightly while slipping his other arm around your exposed chest. Summoning the last of your strength, you lift yourself on your toes before raising a leg and slipping it back behind his waist. Boyd's arm around your waist quickly moves down and wraps beneath your raised leg, helping keep you in place. Moaning again, you're unable to ignore his rhythmic thrusts as his movements grow more fervent. Closing your eyes again, you fully submit as you're met with another powerful climax. Tightening your grip around his arm, you pant softly as you're flooded with euphoria.

"I knew about the map's location." You hear him speak in your ear during the throws of your climax.

"Hmm-what?" You mumble back in confusion, still distracted by the feelings of pleasure.

"You heard me." Boyd replies, his fingers digging painfully into your skin as he somewhat painfully increases his actions. "After you told me about it, I checked the bag again more thoroughly."

"Then why didn't you believe me?" You gasp in between forceful thrusts.

"I needed to trust you." He replies, his breath growing ragged with effort. "And I do now."

You're unable to reply before you're suddenly pulled away from his tense body. Warm liquid brushes against your flushed skin before being quickly washed away by the surrounding water. Boyd's grip around you slowly releases after you're lowered back down. There's a brief pause before you're finally let go. Still dazed and now completely depleted, you unsteadily turn to face the man.