The memory isn’t a painful one, at that point in my life it felt like I might have been better off dead, but something in this life has always kept me going. Always landing on my feet.
Looking at Lois, I realize why now.
“Once the plane crashed, and I could see everyone was alright… I just slipped off into the woods,” I tell them.
That’s just what I did.
“I wandered for a few days, finding food and shelter where I could in the woods until the woods cleared and I found myself in some pretty familiar country.”
All eyes in the room are a question, and all on me, the sheriff licks his pencil again, urging me to go on with a movement of his head.
“I came out of the woods down the road a ways from old Mrs. Barnes place. A place I know pretty well.”
“And how’s that?” The sheriff asks dryly, looking from me to Lois like it should mean something.
“I don’t have to tell you everything, Sheldon,” I inform him. “Going missing isn’t a crime. I paid my taxes and had everything taken care of. I haven’t broken the law.” I add firmly, squeezing Lois’s hand again.
Sheriff’s not too pleased. I don’t sound too remorseful, so he decides to turn things up a notch.
“I still have a pending trespassing charge for your young friend here,” he says, pointing to Lois with his pencil. “And unless you’ve got a good reason, I’m calling bullshit on your Barnes house theory. Old Mrs. Barnes hasn’t lived there for years, everybody knows that. What makes you-”
But I cut him off, losing my cool for the first time in a long time and grabbing him by the throat.
“You can ask Mrs. Barnes yourself, can’t you?” I snarl through gritted teeth, letting him go as quickly as I grabbed him. Apologizing once I see how upset it’s made Lois.
“Sorry Sheriff. Mrs. Barnes is like a mother to me. I don’t like hearing her name used like that.”
The lawman looks ready to cuff me and Lois, so I figure he may as well have it.
“I never had anyone growing up, if you must know, Sheriff. No parents, nobody. Mrs. Barnes, well she made sure I had enough to get educated and keep a roof over my head. Clothes on my back.”
“So she adopted you,” he says, scratching his head and looking at me sideways.
“No, not adopted. If you know Mrs. Barnes, you know she wouldn’t do anything so soft as that. She’s tough as old nails. She just made sure I was taken care of, financially. Once I made a way for myself in the world, I tried to pay her back but she wouldn’t have it. I took her surname out of respect and gratitude. Changing my own name as soon as I was old enough.”
“Does she know you went missing?” Lois asks me, and I notice Barbara jotting down notes as well as the Sheriff.
Like it or not, the paper’s getting a story. The whole damn town’s getting a story.
“I got word to her,” I murmur, remembering how long it’s been since I paid old Mrs. B. a visit in her new home.
“I’m gonna have to corroborate all this with somebody,” The Sheriff finally says, sighing bitterly and scowling at me as he rubs his neck.
“No, going missing isn’t a crime but wasting police time is! Now I’ve given you plenty of slack here, mister, don’t leave town without my say so. Got it?” he says finally, and I even let him stab me in the chest with his finger.
“Can I go home now?” I ask him, trying not to sound too sarcastic, but half-smiling already at the idea of taking Lois back with me.
Claiming her good and proper.
“I gotta make some calls. You sit tight until I tell you what and where you can go just now Mister,” he says gruffly, helping himself to an old-style phone on Barbara’s desk and turning away from us all as he dials stiffly.
Barbara tries her best to eavesdrop on his phone call and get closer to me at the same time, failing on both counts.
Once she figures out I’m not even looking, let alone want anything she wants to show me, she does what any self-respecting bitch does when she knows she can’t get her own way.
“Your fired Lois,” she says icily, I feel Lois’s hand start in mine, and her lower lip start to tremble.
But she’s got nothing to worry about though.
She’ll never want for anything again, not if I have any say in it.
Chapter Thirteen
Lois
“I’m… fired?”
It’s a question, but the sound of my own voice registers it as a fact the more I look at Barbara.
She’s giving Blake the stink eye and I know she’s only firing me because he wants me over her.
I look from Blake, back to aging Malibu Barbie Barbara, but he doesn’t say anything. He just gives me this knowing look.
“What… what about my story?” I stammer, feeling the sting of not only losing my first job but not even having a chance at finishing my first story.
Barbara just shrugs, scribbling something on a sheet that she pushes into my chest as she barges past.
“You owe me for the room too, two hundred bucks.”
I open my mouth to say something, but only a dry croaking sound comes out.
I don’t have two dollars, let alone…
Blake finally breaks his silence seeming to look happier when Barbara finally walks out.
“It’ll be fine, Lois. I wasn’t gonna let you stay here a minute longer anyway… as soon as the Sheriff…”
He stops what he’s about to say and we both hear what’s happening on the phone by now. After being patched through to Mrs. Barnes, the Sheriff’s holding the phone away from his ear.
We can all hear exactly what Mrs. Barnes thinks about the law interfering with her house, and her boy.
Blake chuckles softly to himself. “I told ya. Mrs. B. is tougher than iron, and plenty of fire still left in her.
“Does that mean we can…?” I start to ask, relieved as Blake nods firmly, taking my face in his hand before he kisses me in reply.
“We sure can,” he says and I feel him pulling me towards the door with him.
Sheriff Sheldon calls after us both, “Okay, Barnes… so the house thing checks out… but don’t you leave town without telling me,” he warns.
The door that I thought was open to me as a reporter slams on my ass on the way out, pushing me closer to Blake.
“Mind if I drive?” he asks, sensing my hurt and holding the passenger door open for me.
I’m kind of still in shock, but I feel the thrill of being close to Blake again inside my car, which he manages to almost fill completely.
Just being close to him, watching his sure movements as he drives, his understanding look in the rearview mirror, I feel better in a matter of minutes.
In no time, my mind strays to other parts of Blake, parts I can watch at my leisure as he drives.
Parts that make my own parts start to shiver and grow hot with wetness again.
Before we even leave the main street, I’m practically wiggling in my seat, eager for more of what I know Blake has in mind to deliver.
“I’m gonna do what I shoulda done when I first saw you.” He cautions. His full-grown pant bulge, and burning eyes not holding much back.
I don’t need to think too hard to understand, and despite myself, I reach out to touch his hardness.
“Not yet. If you touch me now, Lois, I’ll have to pull over and take you in a field or something. Let me try and get us back in one piece so I can claim you properly,” he says firmly, and I hear my own soft moan escape my lips as I struggle not to rub my legs together.
Biting my lip and running my hands over myself is the only relief I have all the way back to his house on the hill, and as soon as it’s in sight I can feel the same pressure deep inside me about to give way.
“Blake…” I whine out loud, feeling my whole body starts to shiver and shake with a climax before he’s even laid a hand on me.
“Hold on, Lois,” he says, the same strain of urgency in his voice.
I can see a da
rk patch forming at the top of his huge hard on through his pants, making me groan again, knowing he’s as close as I am.
But I know we’re nowhere near close enough to home.
The thought makes me smile for a second, actually considering what was supposed to be a hunted old house only yesterday, now feels like home already.
Blake expertly pushes my little car to its limit, working her like I know he’s gonna work me, getting us home as fast as he can but taking care to make sure we actually get there.
By the time he skids to a halt after my little car has chugged harder than ever up the hill, I’m about ready to burst.
I’m already out of the car, Blake not far behind. We both touch the huge handle on the giant oak door out front, grateful when it gives and we’re inside.
Everything seems bigger than last night, but there’s still the faint smell of a fire and the wind sighing through the whole place, matching the sounds I hear coming from me as Blake leans back on the door before barring it shut.
The look in his eyes is enough to make me sway on the spot, falling into his huge arms as he lunges to catch me.
“Now,” he promises, and I feel my eyes rolling back already as his hands grip me firmly as he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing, carrying me over to the familiar couch and laying me on it.
I’ve already hitched up my skirt and yanked my panties down as I hear myself begging him to take me.
Blake’s tugged at his own pants, which are down in a moment and we both moan loudly when we finally feel the heat of our nakedness press against one another.
Shifting himself to ease my skirt off, I pull my blouse over my head, and unhook my bra, grunting with disbelief when he moves to go down on me.
“There’s no time Blake. I need you inside me. Now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Blake
Knowing she’s so close, seeing that look in her eye, and knowing she wants to give herself to me as much as I want her…
It’s about all I can take before she’s finally underneath me, begging me to claim her.
How quickly my life has gone from uncertain, living in the shadows, to being so fucking perfect.
And she is perfect.
I know she needs me, but I have to look at her. Her smooth, powder-soft skin, her heaving chest as she gasps for me.
And those hips, those thighs…
I’m a big guy, and her body just fits mine perfectly, even though I’m twice her size, she’s got some meat on her bones and I intend to give that meat some pounding.
There are a few frenzied moments as we undress, and her hands grip my aching hardness with such determination I know she doesn’t want anything else.
I can give her plenty of that later.
Wanting to ask her just one more time if she’s sure, my breath is taken away by her pulling me straight onto her heat.
She lifts her hips, circling them in time with the smoothness of my now twitching hardness around her quivering hole.
I gulp hard, swearing under my breath as she starts to ease me inside her.
I steady myself, a hand on either side of the huge tub style couch, and feel a new dimension in my pleasure and my hardness as I start to fill her.
Looking into her eyes, which are getting wider with a determined look, I want to ask her if she’s okay. If I’m doing this right. But it feels so good, she feels so good. How could this not be right?
“I want this… I want you to claim me… to fill me up with our babies,” she says firmly, gasping as she pulls me all the way into her, making us both moan loudly.
I thought I wouldn’t last… she’s so tight… so warm… but once we’re fully connected, it’s like a key in a lock.
Did she just say fill her with our babies? My god, she is the one! I knew it!
A perfect fit and once she gets used to my size, I can tell that Lois is going to like being filled by me every chance she gets.
Which is fine by me.
In minutes we’re a perfect knot. Like lovers who’ve known each other our whole lives. Every inch of her is a gift to me, and I cherish all of her while she washes her hands over as much of me as she can.
Breathless, she wants to tell me how strong, how big I am. But I feel like I’ve melted along with her, like both our bodies have become one.
“You’re just perfect...” I tell her, over and over again. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell her enough, but I can make sure I always pleasure her enough so she knows.
Shifting myself a little, I get a hold of her perfect ass, gripping it hard and growling with satisfaction as her thighs fuse with mine as I go as deep as I can, reaching a new and special place for us both.
She calls out my name, then swears and grunts like a wild animal, my own wild sounds mixing with hers, making the whole house sound haunted all over again.
Bucking harder against my rapid thrusts, I know neither of us can hold on any longer. A look of disbelief comes over her as she closes her eyes and shakes her head wildly.
Then gripping my forearms, her eyes pop wide open. Her whole body stiffens in time with her clenching on my cock, which I feel starting to grow bigger than ever right before we share our first powerful climax together.
Drawing her shuddering body as close to mine as I can, as I spill my seed inside her, I look into her eyes and only have breath enough to say the one thing that matters, the only thing she ever needs to know.
“I love you, Lois.”
Clutching me tighter, she starts to sob quietly, but I know they aren’t sad tears.
She’s smiling.
“I never thought anyone would ever say that… and mean it…” she admits, and I know I’m the luckiest man alive. That she’s mine now, and I won’t be letting her go again, not even for a minute.
Rolling us both over, I let her rest on my chest, my length still inside her, her eyes shining with a new excitement when she realizes how hard I am still.
I shrug a little and we both laugh, Lois purring as she straddles me, her hands flat on my chest while mine finally have a chance to explore hers at my leisure.
It might take some time, but Lois will get used to me telling her just how beautiful she is. How much I can and do love her, even after such a short time.
The journey to our next climax can be a slow one, I decide. I want to feel and explore Lois all over and I want her to feel loved as well as pleasured.
Wanted.
Thinking for a moment on the life I left behind, I realize the only thing in my whole world that was ever missing was this feeling.
It’s Lois. She’s my world now.
I kiss her, caress her, and hold her. I let her decide when she’s ready for her next climax, she can use me for her own pleasure and I’ll love every second of it.
What seems like hours isn’t long enough, but when we both finally reach that same magic place again, together… it’s even better than the first time.
Like every kiss from her sweet lips, making me want her even more with every touch, feeling more of what I know for sure now I’ll keep forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Lois
I never thought I would meet a man, a real man, and that he would want me.
What Blake can do with his mouth is times a hundred when it comes to what he can do with his cock. I can’t believe I’m even thinking like this now and I also think with just a little more practice, I could actually come to grips with the fact he actually does want me.
Nobody could fake what’s between us, and although I thought it was just me being star struck. I know I loved Blake the moment I first saw him too.
We lay together. Dozing after he pulls the familiar blanket over us both. The huge house really does have a life of its own, but now the wind and the creaking sound more like a living space than a haunted house.
We both open our eyes again at the same time, Blake smiling as he kisses me, asking me what I’d like first, “A bath or something to eat?”
> I must look puzzled, but Blake sets my mind at ease.
“I’ve been roughing it a little here, but I can have the old boiler going in no time. We’ll have hot water and some hot food too, how ‘bout it?” he asks me, my head nodding eagerly in reply.
I’m not sure how he plans to do it either, but I figure Blake’s a dab hand at more than just pleasing his woman.
With nothing but my clothes to slip back into, Blake frowns as he readies himself for what looks like some true housekeeping. Now it’s no secret he’s here, I figure he too wants to get a little cozier, and hot water with a home cooked meal sounds perfect.
He hands me his shirt. With a certain look, I can just tell he wants me to wear it, and nothing else.
“Just until I get the fire going, then you can have a bath while I fetch dinner.”
He’s so controlled, so matter of fact, I don’t feel like arguing.
Slipping into his flannel shirt, which fits like a robe on me is the only thing I feel like wearing anyway. It’s warm and soft and smells like Blake.
Woodsy and spiced with real man. A permanent memory of him on my naked skin.
I think you just lost a shirt, Blake.
In a few minutes, the fire is crackling again and Blake orders me to stay put while he sorts out some extra heating and gets the hot water going.
I watch him slip into his pants but am grateful he remains shirtless.
I sigh, resolving myself to the fact I could literally watch this man all day.
It is colder in the big house, high up in the hills outside of town, but with a glowing fire and the sunshine streaming through some clouds it warms the place up perfectly in no time.
I want to follow Blake, see what he’s up to, help him, but his word was firm.
Stay put.
And I know now that he doesn’t want me wandering off for anything, even if it’s to find him.
I sigh again, wondering what’s wrong with me. Why I can’t breathe normally...like there’s a fluttering ache in my chest that won’t stop but makes me want to breathe more of it all the time?
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