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“I feel like I can tell you anything, Lois,” he says, stroking my cheek tenderly.
“But I don’t want to tell the whole world… not yet… maybe not ever,” he adds and I nod slowly. Willing myself to keep my mouth shut for once.
Blake makes it easier by pressing his mouth over mine again, and in a split second, I forget all about it. His story, the paper… everything is gone again.
As if on cue, a deep rumble of thunder signals a fresh downpour and the wind picks up again.
Through the chimney, it stokes the fire to a roaring blaze and I snuggle closer to Blake, dreamily listening to him describe the things he’s going to do to me.
How much he wants to pleasure me all over again.
How well he thinks I fit him and this house.
Chapter Ten
Blake
I’ve never slept so well in this house, almost never on any furniture either. For some reason, I always thought hiding out meant I had to do it rough.
My arm is numb, and it wakes me from a sweet dream where Lois is tugging on it, begging me to come see something in the yard.
I can smell her hair and feel her warmth on me. With my eyes still closed, I tell myself I could live like this forever.
Even with a dead pitching arm.
Our eyes open at the same time, and I feel her breath in deep and stretch some, a little mewing sound escaping her lips.
I want to turn her face to me, to kiss her, but I could just sit and watch her forever too.
Her hands move under the blanket, running over my body.
“Just making sure you’re not a ghost,” she murmurs dreamily, her hand finding what I’ve had ready for her since last night, making her gasp and me groan lightly.
“It’s been up all night,” I tell her honestly, reeling at how hard she makes me and for how long.
Sitting herself up, and letting some blood back into my arm, she turns to face me, looking serious.
Concerned.
“Blake. You don’t mind? That we didn’t…? I mean… you really don’t?”
I kiss her in reply, tenderly. Long.
“I don’t mind,” I tell her, honestly. “You do this to me,” I admit, gently pulling her hand down to my lap again. “But we’ll take things as fast or slow as you want to, okay?”
She nods slowly, a familiar fire kindling in her clear eyes as she bites her lip.
“I wanted to, last night, I really did,” she protests. “But I… We just…”
I’m happy to pick up where we left off, but the sound of tires on gravel cuts through what until just now registers as a quiet morning.
The storm has passed, but something tells me another one is not too far behind on the horizon.
Growling to myself, I peel my body from the couch and despite my nakedness, I lift the curtain back, sighing as I see him coming up onto the porch.
“Better make yourself decent,” I growl again, shaking my head and giving Lois an apologetic look.
She’s startled, but not frightened.
Her eyes seem stuck on my groin too. Only breaking free once the pounding of the Sheriff’s fist on the heavy door echoes through the whole house.
I made sure to bolt the front door from the inside last night.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I have to decide.
Do I blow my cover to the Sheriff or leave Lois on her own. Do I face up, start to own the mess I made, before Lois came into my life?
I give her a questioning look, but it feels like I’m pleading with her somehow.
Wishing she could somehow take us both away from all this.
“Hide.” She instructs me, a matter of fact, pulling her clothes on, calling out to the Sheriff to wait just a minute as she rushes me into the next room, throwing my clothes after me.
I don’t like it, but I admire her initiative.
Maybe she senses I don’t quite feel like dealing with the law just yet.
Not this morning anyhow.
Pulling my pants on and buttoning my shirt, I can hear Lois unbolting the front door and exclaiming in surprise at seeing the Sheriff, who sounds none too happy to see her here after he told her not to come back.
I have to stifle a snarl. She’s my girl and she’s in my house, well, almost my house.
I can hear straight away how Lois will do well as a reporter. She’s not fazed by anything and handles the law like it deserves to be if you’re seeking the truth.
“I know, I know you said not to come back… but Barbara… at the paper… it’s my job if I don’t give her a story today….” Lois chimes.
I duck behind a doorway just as the sheriff turns his head, almost catching sight of my reflection in a huge, dusty mirror on the wall.
