Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

‘He was my ex. I turned him down when he showed me his true intentions.’

  Henry nods.

  ‘He was obsessed with me.’ I pause, thinking of that day. Lecturer class, boring. Books. I was exhausted from that day’s session. He happened. The boy with the wild fifteen-year-old haircut.

  He asked me to tutor him, said Camus was not making sense. I was naive. He knew. I went to his dorm room. We were alone. He tried, despite me saying no, that I wasn’t ready. My foot met his balls. I ran. I reported him. He became a ghost.

  ‘I’m here.’ Henry holds me close and pecks my cheek. ‘I’m here now.’

  ‘Thank you, Red.’

  He chuckles and pinches my sore nipple.

  ‘Time to sleep, Miss Cast.’

  I watch as he drifts off first.

  I never want to let him out of my sight now, or vice versa.

  Chapter Ten - Julia

  Today has been a good day. An exceptional day, if I would say.

  We woke up next to a fireplace that was ashes and embers, naked, and under the curious, direct and startled gazes of two older women. Henry rushed to cover my boobs. I rushed to cover my face, for obvious reasons.

  He told me they were his only helpers around the mansion, that they saw him grow up and worked with his father. I tried introducing myself. They just laughed and shook their heads, tutting and sighing. I know they missed the young days, fucking and sleeping naked on a mat beside the fire all night long.

  Dressed up and well fed after breakfast, Henry asked me if I would like to go with him to his favorite ice cream parlor, with our masks on, of course. He felt we needed an excursion. I wasn’t sure they would be open, but they were. They really were. I checked it online. But I had no clothes.

  He told me it was not a problem, and tasked the whole morning with us looking things up online and buying them according to my sizes. He has an eye for that kind of thing.

  He also asked the ladies, Sarah and Marcy, to find something to do in the house other than gossip when we went out. I asked him what I would go out in. He said jokingly that he did not mind me being naked in his car.

  Oh yeah, we fucked in the garage before setting out.

  We shopped. Gosh, we shopped. I felt like it was a day in the gym with all the heavy bags he was slugging.

  I got a really cute red dress that I wore all day while he took me to late lunch and ice cream. Having the masks on was a bonus. No one knew who we were other than the parlor owner.

  I felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he held my waist and took my hand in his, and we walked from aisle to aisle shopping in the few stalls that were open. We came back home and had to go through the booth. He told me the house was empty, that it usually was.

  So I took my red dress off while in the booth and dared to have a Nicholas Sparks moment, and let the ethanol hit me up. He took his clothes off too. Slippery, wet and definitely clean, we ran up the stairs into one of the rooms. Naked.

  I was running naked in Henry Palmer’s house. And I found a guest room that was virtually untouched. The bathroom was as large as my apartment. I set the hot water and he joined me.

  Now, as he snores lightly to my side, tired and balls emptied, I, sore, deeply satisfied and hoping for a 4 AM quickie, listen to his heartbeat and watch him, sleepily. I love him, this man. And it is not just the sex.

  Okay, the sex contributes. But he is showing me the other side of him that he never let anyone else in on. And for this I want to know more about him, always – I want us to live together forever.

  He makes me content. He fills me up, literally, and more.

  Epilogue

  Henry

  One Year Later

  She gasps for air while on the table. I feel her spine clench and her body follow. It drips. Liquid to solid. Red. She nods.

  I let it drip some more. The wax smolders before solidifying on her back. Her sweat makes it more fun to watch. I squeeze the button in my fingers again. Her thighs vibrate. Her legs throw out. I stop. I let it drip.

  ‘I love you, Julia.’

  She moans in response. I let it drip once more. I squeeze the button.

  Wax. Orgasms. A kiss when I want.

  She is mine. I will do with her as I please.

  Julia

  One Month Later

  ‘Hey you.’

  ‘Julia?’

  ‘Yeah… hey...’

  ‘Julia! Is it really you?’

  ‘It really is.’

  ‘Gosh, it feels so good to hear your voice.’

  ‘It’s nice to hear from you too Charlie. I… I want to apologize for... for not checking up on you since you left…’

  ‘There is nothing to forgive, baby panda. It’s all good. I get it.’

  ‘You do?’

  ‘You know how much I hate slandering and letting my tongue loose when it comes to what I mean. I get it, okay? No hard feelings.’

  ‘I miss you.’

  ‘I miss you too. My husbands tell me that everything in the US is quite fucked. I hope that’s not the case for you.’

  ‘It’s not. I actually have some news.’

  ‘You do? Tell me!’

  ‘Remember my boss?’

  ‘Palmer, the one you had a crush on?’

  ‘Well… he’s not just a crush anymore. He’s kinda my baby daddy.’

  ‘WHAT?’

  ‘Uh huh. You heard that right. I fucked the 15th richest person this side of the content and am having his baby, baby! Don’t choke on your tea, sis.’

  ‘You- you- what?’

  ‘I will explain it a little later, okay? Just… keep this line secure and try your best not to burst until I get back.’

  ‘Wait, where are you going?’

  ‘I’m at his old family lake house. We came here after we got some of those vaccine trials going around.’

  ‘But aren’t those weeks away from being approved?’

  ‘He knows people. I asked him to get some to you too. He said it’s in the works, and that I can jet to you when it is ready.’

  ‘Really!’

  ‘Yes, now calm down. I see him coming in from fishing. He looks like he wants to talk to me… yeah. He’s beckoning. Charlie, I love you, okay? I promise to talk with you later on to let you in on everything, okay?’

  ‘If you don’t, I’m coming down there myself to choke it out of you.’

  ‘He’s already got that covered.’

  ‘Oh-’

  ‘Bye!’

  I hook the phone back in its place and smolder in glee. That was fun. Better than I had hoped.

  ‘She’s alright?’ he asks from the door. I nod. The cooler in his hand looks heavy. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll have dinner ready in a few hours. Wanna take a walk with me?’

  He stops us by the lake. I see a quilted blanket. Wine. Food basket. He is on one knee.

  ‘Julia-’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘But I didn’t ask anything yet and-’

  ‘I know. Just… yes.’

  I let go and fall to the ground too. Stripping naked is no issue. Pulling on his cock is easy. Straddling his waist and sticking his cock up my pussy... please. It is the tears falling down our cheeks as we fuck that are hard, knowing that we are a family now, a family full of love and affection.

  I cry and kiss his salty mouth and ride and scream with his teeth on my tits and howl because he cups my bare ass and handles me with so much care and lets me… me, Julia, the one behind the office desk, Mrs. Palmer-to-be, truly owns him just as much as he owns me.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1 – Melissa

  I’m standing as far back from all the lights and people as physically possible. I knew this would happen. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself as much as Samantha, Britney, Shay, Karen and Becky said I would. Because, as they’ve all often done ever since we were kids, they made the mistake of assuming I was them. That because they enjoy the music, lights and sounds of a dance club, that I will.

  I’m watching them now, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the second. I’m standing with my purse clutched to my chest, wondering why I couldn’t have just had the birthday celebration I wanted. A few cocktails at home, to celebrate the big 21, a nice dinner that we all could’ve cooked together — before sitting down to watch some sexy movies.

  But, no instead, I’m gasping for breath like a fish out of water, the proverbial fly on the wall who’s about to get smashed.

  I hate being the way I am. I hate the fact that I’m so shy and easily overwhelmed. Especially when I know everyone’s having so much fun, and how they all just did this for my benefit. To make my big day into a big night of festivities, but I just can’t handle it anymore. I need to go somewhere else, before I pass out from all this stimulation.

  I spot my friends dancing together, flirting with a few of the men in the club who have shown them interest. I don’t want to interrupt their fun, but I know I’m never going to get out of here if I don’t. So, mustering what bit of courage I have, I go over to them and try to get their attention.

  Karen, a short hair-haired bundle of energy, is the first to see me. Followed by Becky. Full of curls and dark, flashing eyes, Becky enjoys the nightlife.

  “Hey, birthday girl! So glad you finally decided to join us!”

  I blush, feeling even worse about what I’m about to do: ask for a different venue, a different place to go to finish tonight’s celebrations.

  Shay, with every color in the rainbow along her hair, and in her makeup (she’s always wanted to be a unicorn), gives me a comforting smile. She comes over, glomming on to me.

  “You want to get outta here, don’t you, Mel?”

  I don’t answer her, but feel myself going redder and hotter by the moment.

  My eyes shoot over to Britney, the instigator of all this — who’s in the middle of flirting with a rugged looking guy with five o’clock shadow — hoping she’ll give me what I want. I take another deep breath, and decide to approach.

  “Britney.”

  The first time I say her voice, I don’t expect her to hear me. I am as quiet as a mouse most of the time, even without loud music blaring.

  “Um, Britney?” I step a little closer, deciding to grab the sleeve on her slinky dress instead. “Britney, I’ve really got to get out of here. I can’t handle the noise.”

  Letting out a breathy, amused laugh, she tells the guy that we’re all here celebrating my birthday what I’d just said, and Sexy Stubble turns to me and tries to make conversation with me. About my birthday, of course, whether he can buy me a drink. But I just turn my eyes down, before turning him down.

  “No. No, thank you.”

  I then turn my attention back to Britney, whose undivided attention I finally have.

  “I really need to get out of here. I know you think this is a good time, but you know how I am!”

  Britney sweeps back her chestnut brown hair, puckers her cotton-candy pink lips, and sighs. It’s not the sigh of someone who’s upset, just depressed.

  “I know,” she says, drawing me aside with her, and telling the rest of our click to follow with a “come on, girls.”

  She’s quiet a moment as we find our way out of the bustle, and then says, “I know, Mel. I was just…was really hoping you might enjoy yourself in a place like this, even with how sensitive you are.” We all keep walking out of the dance and lounge area, toward the main doors. “But I don’t really know where else we can celebrate.”

  “Yeah, especially when we did already drive a few hours to get here,” points out Becky. “I mean, if you wanted to go somewhere quiet, we should have just stayed in our borough.”

  I hang my head, feeling awful. It doesn’t help that the air outside is cold, or that now that we’re out of the club, there isn’t anywhere else I can think of to go, other than home.

  Shay elbows Becky. I don’t have to see behind me to know. I can tell by the cursing that follows.

  “Don’t be mean, Becky. She really didn’t want to go in, but we made her. You, more than anyone else, actually. So you don’t get to complain when she does exactly what we all knew she would.”

  Shay closes the distance between us, and slings her arm around me.

  “Don’t worry about it, girl. We’ll find something else to do. Somewhere else to go.”

  Chapter 2 - Melissa

  After making our way some distance away from the neon signs and dark windows, we have come to a stop under some streetlights. Not a stone’s throw away, there is a map of the surrounding area. It gives you some idea of nearby shops and restaurants, but we’d already consulted that.

  And at that time, there weren’t many things open. There were certainly not going to be many options now, either.

  “We’ll end up going home,” says Becky, sounding disappointed.

  “Not unless we end up seeing something interesting,” answers Britney, sounding as though she’s already found that “something interesting.”

  Without even waiting for us to see what she sees, she yells at us to come on, to follow her, so we do.

  “Interesting clothes like that don’t just come out of run-of-the-mill restaurants or bars,” I hear her breathe.

  Against my shy and unsure nature, I look up to see what she means. And there, just getting ready to turn a corner, is a woman dressed in a red and black corset. She’s wearing thick black and red boots as well, and enough belt buckles traveling the length of her legs and thighs to accentuate her smooth, white skin underneath.

  While I’m embarrassed for the young woman (I would never be caught dead in clothes like that; my dad would kill me), I’m a little intrigued. I hate to admit it, but since Britney’s already dragging us after her, I’m interested in seeing what rabbit hole she might be scurrying back to.

  I don’t know how long we’re running for, following this young woman, but we quickly end up in a part of town we are not used too. Not that any of us are paying much attention, but I’m starting to get nervous about that fact. And scared, since our car is now at least ten city blocks away, and this part of town isn’t as well-traveled.

  We watch the corset-wearing woman pick her way across the street, and confidently join up with a dapper-looking man in a suit. They stand in front of the large, mansion-like building, before going inside.

  The building is Colonial in some aspects, but also reminiscent of the frat houses around my college campus. Club Lush, reads the fancy, old-timely plaque above the doors.

  I’m not sure what kind of club it is, or whether I want to even go inside, but Britney says for all of us to come on, and to see what fun can be had, despite this place looking way too fancy and way too exclusive to just allow for walk-ins.

  I want to object to this plan, but I’m too shy.

  Shay makes sure I follow, and Becky, Samantha and Karen bring up the rear, making sure I don’t flee.

  Hustling across the street, Britney pulls open one of the large dark-stained wooden doors, and we all sneak inside.

  Sneak.

  That really is an accurate depiction, since, the moment we get on the other side, it’s clear we don’t even belong in this breezeway, let alone whatever establishment is beyond the other set of double doors. The dapper gentleman and his
corset-wearing lady are speaking to a bouncer. While he’s wearing a fancy suit and tie, the bulge and bulk in his muscles are clearly visible, as are the other well-dressed couples around, no doubt waiting for their turn to be let in.

  The bouncer immediately sees us, and no doubt our less-expensive clothing and accessories.

  “It seems we’ve lost our way tonight, ladies,” he says. “I’ve never seen you around, and this establishment isn’t open to all. You must have an invitation or a membership to get past me.”

  The dapper gentleman unlaces his fingers from those of his lady.

  I don’t know what it is about him, but he screams money. Obscene amounts of it, as well as influence.

  Maybe it’s the way he carries himself. Maybe it’s the fact that he has more money on display on one of his fingers than I have in my whole bank account.

  He looks at all of us, but particularly at me, and says, “Let them in. I forgot to mention I was bringing guests tonight, Lyon. My apologies. If anyone has issue with them, tell them to come talk to me.”

  With that said, he takes the hand of his lady, gives us a bow of the head, and retreats into the second pair of double doors.

  The intriguing couple gone, and with no other option, the bouncer says, “My mistake, ladies. Any guest of Mr. Ainsworth is a friend of ours. Please, make yourselves at home.”

  With that, Britney urges the rest of us inside. Adding, “quick, before he changes his mind!”

  I don’t really want to go any further inside of the club, now that I realize how much money all of these people seem to have, and that we really should’ve had an invitation to poke around, but it’s too late. We’re already through the last barrier, the set of double doors, and in the body of the club.

  Immediately, I see that this one isn’t like the one we just left. Instead of dance floor areas and a large bar, there are open spaces with naked people on display. Some are being strapped to walls, with roiling carts full of gadgets nearby; others are being whipped with actual flogs and other implements.