Tall, Silent and Lethal

by R. L. Mathewson

  She wasn’t sure if anyone else had bought it, but she certainly hadn’t. A few times over the past week she’d offered to look at Izzy’s injury and see if there was anything that she could do to help her, but every time she’d asked, Izzy would simply give her another one of those aggravating smiles, thank her and lie her adorable little ass off and tell her that she was fine. Even though she’d wanted to argue with the stubborn woman, Cloe had bitten her tongue.

  She didn’t want to ruin things by offending anyone. She liked being here, liked living here, learning how to control her abilities, liked learning how to fight, and even though she felt like she was dying a little inside each time she saw Christofer holding one of the babies, she liked being around the Williams family. She probably should have kept her mouth shut and pretended that she didn’t notice how much pain Izzy was in and if she hadn’t walked in the foyer just as Izzy had stumbled and dropped unsteadily to the floor, obviously holding back a scream, she would have continued to feign ignorance.

  Before Izzy could move, Cloe had her lying on her side, her shirt pulled up and her skirt pushed down. As soon as she’d placed her hands on Izzy’s hip and back she’d realized just how tight her muscles were. Working the muscles wouldn’t take all of her pain and discomfort away, but over time it should loosen the muscles and allow her to walk without much difficulty. She would need physical therapy every day for a while. Eventually she should be able to function with just a rubdown every day, which was something that her mate could learn to do for her.

  “Get your hands off her,” the bastard that never stopped seething, growled, earning a collective sigh from their little group and a growl of warning from Izzy as she slapped her hand over Cloe’s to keep her hand right where it was.

  “She’s helping her,” Chris said, a look of deep concentration on his face as he slowly moved his hand over Izzy’s damaged hip.

  Refusing to listen, big surprise there, Kale moved closer and reached down, but she’d moved before he could remove her hand. She grabbed his and placed it just below Izzy’s ribcage.

  “Gently rub,” she ordered absently as she focused on working the tension out of Izzy’s back.

  “What?” Kale asked after a slight hesitation, sounding confused as he knelt there, his hand remaining still on Izzy’s side.

  “She said rub!” Izzy snapped, sending the bastard a murderous glare that had Cloe biting back a smile as the large man hurried to do just that. Izzy released a drawn out sigh as she relaxed back on the floor, her arm folded beneath her head, her eyes closed and a small smile tilting her lips up as they worked her muscles.

  “Where did you learn that?” Christofer asked as she used her thumbs to work out a particularly nasty knot in Izzy’s back.

  “I took a few extra courses when I was in school,” she said, following the direction of the knot until it hit the scar tissue decorating Izzy’s hip.

  “Is this going to help her?” Chris asked, gently rubbing his mate’s hip.

  She hated making promises, but one look at the expression on his face told her that he needed to hear something, anything that would give him some semblance of hope. “It should help relieve some of her pain,” she promised, praying that she was right.

  “Can I help?” Marc asked as he walked into the large foyer.

  She opened her mouth to say no, but something in Marc’s expression told her that Chris wasn’t the only one punishing himself over Izzy’s injury. “Actually, I could use some help. I was thinking of walking into town and picking up some oils that might help her. You can be my escort as long as it’s fine with your parents.”

  “It’s fine. Just make sure you’re back before dark,” Ephraim said, walking into the foyer with a baby in each arm.

  “When are we going?” Marc asked, standing tall and looking like he was ready to take on the world.

  He really was such a sweet kid. He was also too serious for a kid his age. In the last week here, she hadn’t seen him playing any video games, watching television, playing outside or having a friend over. He was always looking after Izzy and Jessica, making sure they were taken care of. He did so much, too much for a kid.

  “Give me an hour?” she asked, shooting Marc a smile.

  “One hour,” he agreed solemnly, appearing as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

  “Chris, could you make sure that Izzy soaks in a hot tub for at least thirty minutes?” she asked, moving to stand up when Izzy made a desperate grab to stop her. “The hot water will help your muscles relax,” she promised Izzy as she gently pried the woman’s fingers off her arm.

  “Fine,” Izzy grumbled as she released her hold on Cloe and allowed Chris to pick her up. “You may carry me to my room and draw my bath for me,” she said on a bored sigh as though she were somehow doing Chris a favor.

  “Little slave driver,” Chris said, chuckling as he leaned down and kissed Izzy on the forehead.

  “I don’t believe I gave you leave to kiss me, good sir,” Izzy sniffed haughtily, folding her arms over her ample breasts as she looked away, making everyone in the foyer smile, but not for the reason that Cloe thought. It had been long time since Izzy was able to tease her mate and smile about having to be carried around. They took it as a good sign of things to come.

  *-*-*-*

  “Do you want me to go with you?” Christofer asked as he followed Cloe into their room. Not that she really had a choice in the matter. He was going no matter what, but he liked to make her think that she had a choice.

  “Do you want to go with me?” she asked, eying him curiously as she picked up her backpack.

  “Of course,” he said, lying his ass off.

  He wanted to spend time with her. He just didn’t want to do it in another small-minded town. It had been close to three weeks since he was last forced to spend time with humans and he would have been more than fine with turning that three weeks into an eternity, but it seemed that Cloe had other plans.

  “Hmm, you don’t sound very excited,” she noted as she searched through her bag.

  “I’m ecstatic,” he said dryly as he watched her bend over.

  “You could check out the art supply store,” she suggested, shooting him a quick glance over her shoulder.

  “I could,” he said absently as he eyed the pile of drawings he’d done since this whole thing started, still wondering if his new life was going to have room in it for his first love.

  He needed to protect Cloe, to make this world safe for her and that was going to take a great deal of training and time to accomplish. His desire to spend every waking moment escaping through his art had started to diminish over the past few weeks. He still loved to draw, took great pleasure from it, but that overwhelming need to lose himself in his art just wasn’t the same anymore.

  Not since Cloe became the center of his world.

  “We have forty-five minutes to kill,” Cloe suddenly announced with a coy little smile that he knew too well.

  “What do you have in mind?” he asked just as casually as he shifted to make room for his growing erection.

  “Well,” she began, kicking off her shoes, “we could go for a walk.”

  “We’re walking to town in forty-five minutes,” he said, kicking off his shoes.

  “True,” she said with a slight nod as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “We could go for a swim,” she suggested, pulling her shirt off and revealing a very sexy baby pink bra.

  “We probably wouldn’t have enough time to change,” he pointed out, removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

  “True,” she sighed, nodding in agreement as she pulled her socks off. “I guess we could watch some television.”

  “There’s nothing good on television,” he said, having absolutely no idea if that was true or not as he pulled his socks off and tossed them aside.

  “That’s true,” Cloe nodded, looking thoughtful as she undid her jeans and shimmied out of them, giving him a view of her matching panties.
“We could go train for a while, I guess,” she said, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the pillows.

  “We could,” he murmured as he unsnapped his jeans, “but then we’d probably lose track of time.”

  “This is true,” she said, bending a knee as she spread her legs apart so that he had a good view of her dampening panties. “Well, I’m out of ideas,” she said as she absently traced her fingertips between her breasts, down to her belly, back and forth she moved her fingers while she made a show of trying to figure out just what they should do for the next forty minutes.

  “I have an idea,” he said, pulling down his zipper.

  “Oh, and what’s that?” she asked, sounding breathless as she watched his every move.

  He reached into his pants and pulled himself out. “You could peel those pretty little panties off and show me how wet you are.”

  “I could……,” she said, looking thoughtful even as she started to do just that. “But, I’m really not sure how that would help us kill forty minutes.”

  “Cause while you’re sliding a finger inside your sweet little pussy, I’m going to tell you just how badly I want to fuck you.”

  Chapter 52

  Oh, God……..

  He was going to make her spontaneously combust.

  She felt herself become wetter as his words registered. Her eyes were locked on that large cock standing at attention, begging for her mouth and God help her, but she wanted to crawl over to him and worship it.

  “Show me how wet you are, mein Schatz.”

  Everything shifted red as she moved her gaze away from the erection that had brought her so much pleasure over the past week, up to the incredible torso that she loved running her tongue over and up to his handsome face to find his eyes were just as red as hers. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she spread her legs wider, making sure to give him an unobstructed view as she reached between her legs and spread herself so that he could see just how wet he’d made her. He growled in approval as he licked his lips, making her wonder if he was imagining licking her.

  “What should we do now?” she asked, somehow resisting the urge to slide her fingers inside herself and find the relief that her body was starting to demand.

  “Take your bra off so I can see just how hard your nipples are,” he said, leaning back on the loveseat, looking completely relaxed and acting as though having his cock freed and curving into his stomach was the most natural thing in the world.

  “And what will you be doing while I take my bra off?” she asked, seconds away from saying the hell with it and ending this game. She was so turned on, but then again, he always seemed to have this effect on her. Morning, noon and night he made her crazy for him. She’d lost count of how many times she’d woken in the middle of the night to find his tongue sliding deep inside her or the tip of his cock waiting patiently for her to open her mouth and suck him dry.

  No matter how many times he took her, she could never seem to get enough and judging by the way that he went out of his way to find her and bend her over most days, neither could he. He was an incredibly gifted lover and somehow he seemed to be getting better each time. She would never forget yesterday when he’d taken her by surprise, pushed her up against the wall and ground himself against her ass as he whispered everything that he wanted to do with her, starting with sliding his fingers deep inside of her to pulling his cock out of her wet pussy and letting her finish him off with her mouth. He’d had her biting back a scream as she came hard just from his words and the way he’d rubbed against her. It had never happened to her before and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

  “Imagining my mouth on them while you suck my cock,” he said, raising the temperature of the room by a good ten degrees.

  “So in your dreams I’m a contortionist?” she asked teasingly as she removed her bra and dropped it on the floor.

  His lips twitched with amusement even as his eyes ate her up. “You’d have to be pretty flexible to do all the things I’ve been imagining doing to you.”

  “Oh?” she asked, licking her lips as she reached up and traced one of her nipples with her fingertips while she placed her hand between her legs and traced her slit for him. “And what kind of things have I done in these fantasies of yours?”

  “Things that you should be ashamed off,” he growled, watching her, his eyes shifting from her breasts to her fingers playing for his enjoyment as he reached down ran his palm down the underside of his cock.

  “And what have you done in these fantasies?” she asked around a soft moan as she watched him tease his cock.

  “Everything,” he rasped as she made a show of spreading her swollen lips apart for him again.

  “Everything? That’s a little vague for me, Christofer. Why don’t you tell me one of these little fantasies of yours,” she suggested, tracing the tip of her clit as she gave her breast a squeeze, loving the way that he licked his lips as he took it all in.

  “I’ve fucked your pretty little ass,” he said, making her breath catch and just like that, she wanted him to do just that.

  “And did I love it?”

  “You fucking adored it. Begged me to slide my cock in your ass again and again,” he said, moaning as he cupped the tip of his cock and squeezed.

  “And did you?” she asked, her hips shifting restlessly as she imagined just how good it would feel.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head as he wrapped his hand around his large cock and stroked himself, slowly, “I missed your pussy too much.”

  A gasp escaped her as she rubbed her clit. This man was so good at this. They needed those phones that Ephraim promised them, immediately. She’d probably never get anything done with him sexting her all day. Then again, she probably wouldn’t care, not as long as he kept driving her out of her mind.

  “It makes me wonder,” Christofer said, continuing to stroke his cock while he watched her.

  “Makes you wonder what?” she asked, struggling to stay focused.

  “If your pussy misses me right now.”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” she said, resisting the urge to slide a finger inside herself and end this torture.

  “True,” he said, getting to his feet, his hand never stilling on his cock as he walked over to her, but instead of crawling between her legs like she’d expected, hoped, he stood by her head, placed a hand against the wall, a knee on the bed and brought the tip of his cock to her mouth. “I need it wet.”

  “That’s funny,” she said, taking his hand away from his erection and bringing it between her legs, “so do I.”

  *-*-*-*

  I will break you the fuck off if you come too soon, Christofer promised his cock as his fingers traced between Cloe’s wet slit. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He loved playing these games with her, loved driving her out of mind until he was intoxicated on the scent of her arousal, but sometimes he was afraid he’d lose his goddamn mind if he couldn’t just slide home like now. She’d never smelled so damn good before. Normally the scent of her made him crazy, but today it was driving him out of his fucking mind until all he could think about was fucking her.

  A strangled groan escaped him as Cloe wrapped her lips around his cock and took him in her hot, wet mouth. Don’t even think about it, he inwardly snarled at his poor defenseless cock when he felt his balls pull up tight. As he slid a finger inside Cloe to find her ready, he tried to think of something, anything that would keep him from-

  Shit!

  Too late, she had him ready to come the second she traced the slit of his cock with her tongue. Refusing to come anywhere but between her legs, he pulled his cock free, removed his hand and moved between her legs, slammed his cock home, pulled back and……

  Froze.

  “You’re fertile,” he blurted out as realization slammed into him.

  The reason why he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, more than usual, was because she was ripe. Shit! They’d never talked about a future, nev
er mind children. His focus right now was to protect her and keep her safe, happy and crying out his name when he made love to her. They weren’t ready for kids.

  Not yet.

  They were being hunted, didn’t have a home of their home, but the main reason that he didn’t want children yet was because he hadn’t won her heart yet. He didn’t want to force her to stay with him because they had a child and he sure as hell didn’t want to risk losing her and their child if she ever decided to walk away.

  “It’s okay,” she said, her expression guarded as she wrapped her arms around him to stop him from pulling out.

  “We need to talk about this, mein Schatz,” he said, reaching up to gently take her hand away, but the stubborn woman simply shook her head and tightened her hold around him.