Safe on the Mountain
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My poor little baby. She’s been stuck in this awful room, with her own shit and piss for who knows how long. I don’t see food or water or even a towel to lay on. I’m sick with guilt - if it wasn’t for me and my stupid decisions with men, she wouldn’t have had to endure this.
She climbs up my legs, scrambling her little paws up to me. She smells disgusting, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve got her pressed to my face, apologizing to her over and over as she licks me. I realize I’m crying happy tears now. My sweet little girl is safe again.
I cradle her to my chest and walk down the stairs. Brock is looking up at me as he stands over Gabe, still writhing in the floor. He sees my wild grin, crying and half laughing to myself. Brock smiles and nods towards the door, telling me to steer clear of them.
As I step off the stairs, a two new guys walks into Gabe’s house. One is another cop in uniform and the other is in a suit. He’s tall and blatantly handsome - with eyes just like Brock’s. Then it all clicks.
“Gabe Turner, you’re under arrest for breaking and entering, theft, sexual assault, and….” Brock’s brother mumbles to himself as he reads over the papers in his hands. “And failure to pay child support and alimony.”
“You have kids?” I blurt out, shocked. Then the pink room makes sense.
“Fuck...off,” Gabe gets out, clearly directed at me. Brock gives a quick kick to his kidneys, sending Gabe into another fit of curses.
“Brock, damn it,” his brother exclaims, dropping the lawyer voice to chastise his brother.
Brock waves him off and comes over to me. He steers me outside with his hand on my back and we walk straight to his truck. I’m shaking, elated, and still having a rough time catching my breath. Brock turns me to him as we come to a stop.
“Are you okay?” he asks, hands rubbing up and down my arms.
“I’m okay,” I get out. Okay isn’t the best description of what I am right now, but that’s not the point. “What’s going to happen?”
“Oh, he’s fucked,” Brock says, glancing back to Gabe’s house. “You promise you’re alright?”
His hand is around the back of my neck now, his thumb stroking across my cheek. He leans in to kiss me, and Cookie squirms between us, trying to kiss Brock. I hope she realizes what role he played in saving her, but I know she just wants to get in a few smooches herself.
I lean against Brock, letting his lips press into mine. I’m so relieved I could cry - again - but I savor the moment with Brock, putting all my pent up emotions into kissing him back.
The kiss starts to turn heated as I feel Brock’s tongue press into my mouth when I hear a throat being cleared nearby. Jake, Brock’s brother, is smirking at us.
“You can’t stay out of trouble, can you?” he jokes, making his way across the street to us. “At least the bastard had a standing warrant.”
“So we’re covered?” Brock asks, straightening up from our kiss.
“Oh you’re good,” Jake waves his hand, as if shaking the problem away. “He’s not gonna be able to press any charges with the legal shit he’ll be up against.”
I always hated legal jargon, so I’m glad to hear Jake tell is like it is - swearing and all.
“I’m going to get her home,” Brock announces.
“Well, it was good to meet you, even if it’s under weird circumstances” Jake says to me, putting his hand out to shake. “I’ve already heard about you - but at least I can tell mom she’s real now.”
My eyebrows shoot up and I look at Brock. He shrugs and avoids my eye contact, embarrassed. Jake slaps him on the back, chuckling.
“If she’s worth all this shit, I think mom and dad will probably like her too,” Jake adds.
I thank him for helping and he shrugs it off like it’s not a problem. Brock may be a little biased about this family of his - Jake seems alright.
They say their goodbyes, ending with a handshake of their own as if this is a business transaction rather than family helping family. Weird circumstances, indeed.
Brock
I stop at the first store I see to let Callie get food and some water for the dog. I might have thought this little creature was frivolous before, but seeing her bounce around the car, clearly overjoyed to have Callie back, I can see the appeal.
Callie spends most of the car ride home cuddling Cookie and feeding her kibbles of food. I glance over at them every once in a while, glad to see a smile on Callie’s face. As satisfying as kicking that douchebag’s ass was, seeing her happy is much better.
A few minutes of silence roll by until I feel a hand on my arm.
“Thank you,” she says, those green eyes boring into me. “I really don’t know if I could’ve got her back without you.”
I put a free hand on top of hers. “Of course, honey. I’m happy to do it for you,” I smile over at her, trying to keep one eye on the road and one on this gorgeous woman next to me.
I readjust to hold her hand the rest of the way home, happier than I’ve been in years.
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We get back to my house, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Callie is feeling better, judging by her chasing Cookie in the yard as we make our way to the house.
“I need a shower,” Callie announces as we walk in. I’d want to wash that douchebag’s germs off me too if I was her.
“Me too. You can go first,” I say, gesturing up to the stairs. The thought of Callie naked in my shower makes my cock jump to life, but I plan to let her have her space.
Callie gets Cookie settled onto a bed of towels and makes her way upstairs. With the weight of this fiasco off my shoulders, I savor the way Callie’s hips swirl as she goes up the stairs. She might not exactly be mine yet, but I sure hope she knows I’m serious about her - all of her.
Callie
I leave Cookie downstairs with Brock and drag myself to his bathroom. The room is exactly what you’d want to relax after a rough day. And I think the last 24 hours count as rough, at the very least.
I strip off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on Brock’s floor. It may be strange to be naked in his house again, but I’m getting used to it. Brock has made himself clear - he might want me, but he’s going to respect my past at the same time.
I let the water heat up and step into the shower - more like an entire room to itself. The steam starts to fill the place as I inspect Brock’s collection of bottles in the shower. A body wash is labeled as Rugged Mint. I roll my eyes at the obvious male branding, but decide it’s better than smelling like sweat and a dirty dog, so I lather up and savor the smell.
The hot water rolls down my neck and back, loosening every muscle it hits. Lord, I need this. I need to bathe, but more than that, I need to wash away the past few days.
As I’m enjoying this shower, I catch myself smiling. A real smile. One that isn’t for the sake of someone else, but just for me. After wallowing in my own pity for months, I finally feel a weight off my shoulders. I can breathe a little easier.
Maybe this new chapter of my life isn’t so awful. I might be mentally unsteady, but I’m better than I have been in months.
My face nearly hurts with the grin I’m wearing now. He’s the reason I’m so happy. It’s hard to admit after trying to fend for myself for so long. But he hasn’t made his help about himself or what I owe him. He saved me because he wanted to.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I call his name.
Brock
I’ve cleaned the window, the counter, and even wiped down Cookie to get everything back in order. Knowing Callie is upstairs naked has me on edge, but I’m trying to stay busy.
Cookie’s ears perk up. She looks at me then around the room, alert to something. Then I hear Callie calling my name.
“Brock, come here,” she shouts over the water.
I race up the stairs, hoping something hasn’t happened to her already. I can’t see her cry again - it shreds me inside everytime.
I burst through the door and get a face full of steam. Swee
t steam, nonetheless, but I’m blinded for a second before the air clears.
I can’t see much more than an outline, but I can tell where every dip and curve of Callie’s body takes shape. Lord, she’s going to kill me with that body.
“Are you okay?” I ask, panting.
“Can you come in here?” she asks.
Did she just ask me to come in there? With her?
“Uh...are you sure?” I question, wanting to make sure she knew I was leaving this all up to her.
She opens the door and a new cloud of steam rolls out. She leans out, holding her breasts and hiding her nipples. I see the edge of her hip and thigh as she looks me square in the eye.
“Get in here.”
Her voice is clear and steady. She’s serious.
I unbutton my flannel, shaking it off behind me to the floor. I pull my undershirt over my head, then work my belt undone and drop it all to the ground. Callie is still watching me, the steam or blush or both making her cheeks pink. She leaves the door open and disappears into the cloud of steam.
I follow behind her, closing the door. She has her back to me, and I get the first glimpse of this ass I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. It’s perfection - wide and round. Two perfect orbs of juiciness that I want to sink my teeth into.
Callie’s hair is up in one of her messy buns, but bits of hair have fallen out, showing where the rivers of water have traced down her neck and back. I brush it out of my way and lean down to kiss her shoulder. Her skin is warm and sweet. My hands go around her waist, where her hands are still covering her breasts.
My thumbs massage into the back of her waist, and I push my nose against the back of her ear.
“You’re sure this is okay?” I ask again, hoping this is real.
“I’m sure,” she tells me as she presses that soft ass up against me. As if I’m not halfway to hard, that little move does me in. My cock grows in between us, spreading her ass cheeks as it continues to swell. I groan as I feel her grind back against me, and pull her to me even harder.
My hands slide up her slick stomach to her breasts. They feel hot and slippery, and heavy against my big hands. They have to be double or triple Ds. She turns around to me, water running down her neck and in between us. I don’t let a moment go to waste as I dive down to her mouth, shoving my tongue into her.
Her lips are puffy with the steam of the shower. Her fingers come up to my beard and she laces her fingers into it as she kisses me deeper. Her tongue tastes heavenly and I can’t get enough of her. I suck her tongue into my mouth. Reaching down to grip her ass, I hear her loud moan into me as I drag my teeth across her lower lip. Fuck, I hope she’s a screamer. I’ve still got so much pent up energy to get out.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck and I let out a low, deep rumble in my chest. This woman, this perfect, gorgeous woman is in my shower, pulling me against her wet, naked body. I couldn’t create a more ideal situation if I tried.
She runs her hand down my chest and stomach, stopping before she comes to my cock. I almost whimper at the lack of touch. I’m throbbing to the point of pain, but I won’t tell her that. All these weeks of fantasizing about Callie, I’ve only jacked off a couple times. So I have to hold it together if I want a chance at lasting.
I focus on kissing her, giving her every emotion I’ve got through my lips. I put both hands on her ass, gripping her tight. I lift her up, pulling her legs around me.
Callie squeals and giggles, “Brock, there’s no way you can keep me up,” she gets out, breathy and sexy.
“Watch me,“ I say, pinning her to the shower wall. She’s not as heavy as she thinks, and I pin my hips against her, needing little leverage to keep her eye level with me.
I can really get into the kissing now. I want to take my time with her. Callie’s mouth is level with mine - open and waiting. I take her mouth, licking, kissing, biting all of her. She moans into my mouth and clings to my shoulders and my hand finds her nipple. I get my first look at these breasts with her up here - they’re just as perfect as the rest of her: heavy, round, with dark pink nipples.
I pinch one between my fingers and immediately feel her hips roll against me. I squeeze and roll it again, loving the way her hot pussy opens up as she grinds against me again. It’s positioned on my stomach, it’s heat radiating above my cock. I can feel her clit pushing against me and she rolls her hips again, grinding it on me.
I feel her fingertips dig into me again as she finds the angle she needs. A low moan comes from her throat and I take my chance to latch onto it. My tongue laps up the sweet water on her skin, sucking at the base of her throat.
One hand continues to play with her hard nipple as the other runs down her side to her hip, then back around to her ass. Every curve of her is insane, soft and feminine. She’s going to drive me wild.
Callie leans her head back, letting out a long sigh as my hand inches closer to her core. The heat coming off her makes my cock grow harder. I press against Callie, my cock pushing against her ass and her clit getting the full pressure of my abs.
I finally make contact with her wetness. It’s much slicker than the water covering her body. At my first touch, she grips my shoulders harder, letting out a yelp of pleasure.
“Callie,” I groan out as I press my forehead into the wall next to her face. She turns her head, her warm breath on my ear now.
“Mmm-hmm?” she asks, a lazy grin on her face.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Me too,” she barely gets out before pulling me into a kiss. Both of my hands move to her ass, squeezing the meat of her hips and holding her up. She tastes so good. I can’t get enough of her.
We stay here, tongues fighting for space in each other’s mouths. Her moans are pushing me to kiss her deeper. I need to taste all of her.
I let her slide down the wall, keeping my hands on her ass the whole time. One hand pushes open the door of the shower, my eyes asking Callie to follow me.
I lead her out of the bathroom to the bed. I’ve wanted this woman in this bed for so long - I can hardly hold back as I take my time, laying her across the big bed and climbing on top of her. One of my knees is between her legs, dangerously close to her pussy. She scoots down to press against me and I feel the hot heat of her on my thigh. I let out my first audible moan.
She grins and pulls me down to her. Her legs open for me, and I sink between them. My cock is pulsing - harder than I can ever remember. I let it slide against her clit, getting a delicious little moan from her as the juices of her pussy coat the head of my cock.
We both look down between us, watching the way the thick head of my cock presses into her pink lips. Callie’s moans turn into a rhythm as I find my own, teasing her engorged clit.
I drop down kissing between her breasts, sucking on one nipple then the next, licking the droplets of water off her stomach as I make my way down to the sweet pussy I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.
Callie
Brock is on me, the warm weight of him getting me wetter by the second. His teeth graze across a nipple and fireworks shoot through my breasts. He’s teasing me and I couldn’t ask for better torture.
He licks his way down my stomach, his hands finding their way under my thighs, pressing me open for him. I relax into his big bed, almost drunk with happiness.
His tongue takes a long lick up my inner thigh. I feel the inside of my pussy contract at the feeling - his tongue feels so wide and smooth against me already.
He takes his time, stopping to suck every inch of my thighs and the seam of tender skin where my leg meets my sex. I let my legs fall open farther, silently begging him to get to my clit before I explode.
He takes a slow lick across my outer lips, dragging his tongue across me. I shiver, my clit barely missing his touch. The next lick is on the other side, teasing me for all I’m worth.
My vision goes all white and heat flares through me as his lips wrap around my clit for the first time. It�
�s swollen so big already, and his lips squeeze me as his tongue takes control inside his mouth.
My legs immediately clamp together around his head and my hands go to his hair. His big arms wrap under my hips and around to my thighs, prying me open for him. I’m too deep in the pleasure to realize I’m already moaning loudly.
Brock matches me with his own groan as his tongue dips lower into my pussy. He’s tonguing me deep now, tasting all of me. My legs slip open again for him.
My fingers lazily play with his hair as he takes his time forcing his broad tongue into my hole then dragging it up to tease my clit. Time slows down - it could be minutes or hours. I don’t really know or care. But I can feel the heat of an orgasm boiling inside me.