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“Larabee and a deputy will be here in the a.m. To speak with her.” Nano tells me as he gets himself a beer from the clubhouse fridge.
“That is fine I…” Noooo. LOID. Please. I hear in my head calling out for me, fear gripping her chest. My gut begins to churn, and I take off running from the building toward my home. The dirt, the path, the keys, my front door, everything is a hindrance to me getting to her as fast as I can. I take the stairs three at a time, sure that no one has gotten in. Our compound is locked up tighter than the fucking Pentagon. But her cries are enough to make me panic.
She is still laying down when I enter the room. She is crying and rocking back and forth, arms flailing, legs kicking. “Shhhh. Shhhh. I’m here baby. I’m here Fern. You are ok. No one is going to hurt you.” I wrap her in my arms and lift her onto my lap, holding her and soothing her. For minutes she continues to cry, eyes not open, just sobbing into my shirt soaking me with her pain. The longer she cries the angrier and more rigid I get needing to hurt the ones who hurt her.
“Loid” she whispers as her breathing begins to return to normal. She hiccups the cutest sound before lifting her head and looking at me.
“Hey beautiful. I’m here. Are you ok?” I ask before kissing her wet lips and wiping her runny nose with my thumb.
“Yeah. I just..” she hiccups again and quiets down, her head hanging. I lift it up and make her look at me.
“You just what baby? Don’t hide from me.” Ever.
Chapter Seven
Fern
God that dream seemed so real. A man was chasing me and as I fell, I began calling out for Loid. It’s…baffling how this man I just met is somehow the first thing I thought of when I was in danger. “You just what baby? Don’t hide from me.” Ever. He doesn’t say that last part out loud, but I hear it, nonetheless.
“Just a bad dream.” It's true. It was terrifying.
“I am going to get you some water baby and then we are going to talk. Alright?” “Ok.” he lays me back down, kisses me once more and walks out of the room. For the first time I get a good look at the bedroom, and I am more than impressed. It has this rustic modern vibe, with neutrals and pops of lime green. I don’t see evidence of a woman's touch, but I do see love and thought went into the design.
I stretch and yawn, more exhausted than I realized and as the sheet slips, my intake of breath is loud. I forgot I was naked, but now, as my nipples are exposed to the air and they harden, I remember the dirty things he said to me before his tongue made wetwork of my pussy. My entire body begins to buzz as I feel him ascending the stairs. Without thinking, I turn onto my back and look toward the opening knowing he is going to enter.
His gaze, so scorching and attentive, heats me up from the inside out. I can hear him, his need for me ringing louder than the liberty bell. I hear him, telling me how he can’t wait, and it won’t be gentle. Each word he says is only heard in my head, but lucky me, I get to watch him strip and he drinks in the sight of me and licks his lips.
I feel my desire pooling beneath me, a wet spot forming in the sheets and as mortified as I should be, knowing this virile, sexy, filthy man wants me, negates all thought other than giving myself to him. Open those dirty thighs and show me how much you want this cock. He doesn’t say it out loud, but it conveys to me with each grip and stroke of the beast between his legs. I swear it winks at me, promising me endless bliss. “You want this baby, don’t you?” his voice finally booms inside of the room like a brewing storm.
“Yes.” no time for subterfuge.
“Prove it. Grabs those thick, innocent thighs and pull them back. I want to see both holes, baby girl. Show me what’s mine.” He is disgusting in the most erotic way and apparently I am the type of girl who like that. Whimpering, I open my legs and do as he commands. I feel the lips of my pussy as they pull apart, the syrup I have been leaking, attempting to hold them together. The chill in the air that is becoming warmer, brushes against my rosebud as my ass cheeks widen for his perusal and I can’t find it in myself to blush. “Did you like it when my tongue bathed that dirty hole over and over?” he asks, leaning down and sniffing my ass.
