by Vicki Green
His hands begin to rub my breasts and one hand stops and pinches my nipple. Oh! He is smiling at me now as he watches my face, which is full of emotions. One of his hands moves down my body slowly. When it gets to my stomach he rubs me there and then it travels down to my mound.
“Hmmmm,” I moan and lean my head back, my eyes closing.
His hand begins its decent between my legs. I widen my stance for him to give his hand plenty of room to work its magic. I feel a finger go into my opening and curl inside.
“Ahhhhhh!” I can’t take it! My head goes back more until I think I am going to fall. Quickly, he grabs me and moves me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and cross my ankles, grabbing his shoulders with my hands. He leans towards my face and smashes his lips to mine. We kiss with a fevered passion. We can’t get close enough to each other. I want to crawl inside him!
I feel his engorged cock thrust into my core! “OHHHHHH, YES!” I scream. Jesse moans so loud at the same time that we are like a duet of lustful moans and groans.
We keep perfect time as we rock together, our tongues dancing to our beat. He has one of his hands against the wall behind my head so I don’t hit my head. His other hand is around my waist holding me up. So strong!
I begin to see spots in my eyes as my climax approaches fast. “Jesseeeeee,” I scream as I fall into oblivion. He is soon to follow as he pounds into me. “Casssiiiieeeee,” he screams.
He stands there holding me as he thrusts two more times and I feel his sperm shooting into me. As we both try to regain our normal breathing, I look into his blue eyes with tears in mine. “Jesse, I love you so much.” I kiss him again and again.
He starts to carry me out of the tub and I pout. “But I didn’t get to clean you,” I say with my lower lip jetted out. He leans over and bites it. “Owwww!” I yell.
He chuckles, “I couldn’t resist. God, I love that lip.” He then kisses it softly, looks up at me and shows me that gorgeous smile I love so much. Sigh! I am so gone for this man!
Chapter twenty-two
I am having such a great dream when I feel someone behind me move closer. Hmmmm, Jesse’s spooning me. He puts an arm around me and puts his hand over mine, intertwining our fingers. I move back up against him. I groan. He begins kissing my shoulder. “I really could get used to waking up like this,” I whisper.
He kisses my shoulder again. “Get used to it because I intend to wake you up this way (kiss) and other ways too.”
“Hmmmm,” is the only thing I can say to that.
I hear a phone ringing. Huh? Jesse sighs, kisses my shoulder one last time and turns over to his night stand to retrieve his phone. “Yeah!” He says into it rather sharply. “What? Did they get them? Why the fuck not! Well tell them to find them again, dammit, and not to lose them the next time!”
He hangs up abruptly. I sit up in bed and scoot over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Jesse? Did something happen? Is it the guys who kidnapped me?” I am starting to shake.
Jesse turns towards me and grabs my hands in his. “Baby, calm down. That was Ty. He said his men found them. They followed them for a while but lost them.” I look down at our hands and take a breath.
“Baby, look at me,” he says softly. I look up and I see the concern in his eyes. “I need you to stay calm for me, will you do that?” He asks. I nod slowly. “I mean it, stay calm, okay?” He sighs. “Our men followed them to about an hour and a half from here.”
I gasp and pull back from him. Scooting off the bed I start pacing the floor. Jesse gets up and comes around the bed and wraps his arms around me, keeping me still. I am searching his eyes with mine. “Jesse, I’m scared. What if, what if they find us?” I am biting my lower lip so hard right now it’s going to draw blood.
With his hand on my chin, he takes his index finger and presses down on my lower lip until I release it. “Baby, baby, calm down. You said you would stay calm for me,” he says. He releases my chin and hugs me tight. “I will protect you, baby. You know that, right?” He pulls away and bends down so he can look me in the eyes. “You trust me, right?” His eyes are searching mine. “Right, baby? You know I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you. I would die for you.”
I have my face in his chest now and I nod my head. I squeeze him tighter like I can’t get close enough. My shaking body begins to calm down. I look up at him and nod again and try to smile.
“I love you, Jesse. I’m not just scared for me. I’m worried something will happen to you. I can’t lose you. I’ve only just found you.” I lay my head on his chest and cry.
He rocks us back and forth in a soothing sway. After a few minutes my crying ceases and I am only sniffling and hiccupping now.
“Come on, honey. Let’s go down and get you some food. You need to eat. Let’s take it one day at a time, okay? Ty’s men are good, they will find them and get them locked up. I’m sure of it.” He takes my hand and leads me downstairs.
I am a mess and afraid to look in a mirror. When we get to the kitchen doorway I pull my hand from his. “Um, I’m just going to go freshen up,” I say pointing around the corner to the bathroom.
He nods at me and continues to the kitchen. Once I get into the bathroom I look in the mirror. Wow! Don’t I just look lovely? My face is flushed with tear stains on it and my eyes have huge bags under them. Nice! I run some water and splash my face and look back in the mirror. Nope not gonna help without makeup. Bummer. Oh well, I am sure he has seen me worse than this. I use the toilet and find a brush in the cabinet drawer. Thank, God! I run it through my hair until I look at little more decent.
By the time I get into the kitchen the table is full of food. How did I ever deserve such a great guy? I will never know, but I am going to enjoy all of this while I can!
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Later that evening we are sitting around in the living room watching a movie. I have my head on Jesse’s lap and he is playing with my hair. I am not really watching TV and I don’t think he is either.
When the movie is over Jesse turns off the TV. Brushing my hair away from my face, he looks down at me. I am half asleep. “Baby,” he whispers, “come on, let’s go to bed.” I barely open my eyes and look up at him. I sit up and stretch, move my legs around and stand up. Jesse follows me up the stairs, turning off lights as we go.
Once we are undressed and in bed, we cuddle. Jesse is rubbing my arm that is sprawled out over his chest. “Cassie?” He whispers, “You awake?” I nod my head slightly against his chest. “You ok? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” He sounds really concerned.
I move my head looking up at him. “Yeah, just tired. All I want is for you to hold me. Hold me tight.” He tightens his arm that is around me and lightly kisses the top of my head. “That, I can do.” Then we both drift off to sleep.
Chapter twenty-three
I awake with a start. There’s a hand covering my mouth. I try to scream but I can’t get any air. Using my eyes, I look to my left and see Jesse laying there blood flowing down the right side of his face. Oh, my God! This isn’t happening. I didn’t hear the alarm!
It’s so dark in here, it must be the middle of the night. I can’t make out the person’s face that has their hand over my mouth. But I can smell him. It’s him, it’s them! His other hand is pinning my arms down across my waist. I try to struggle but I don’t move much.
“Ah, the bitch that escaped and wants to put me away,” Willie says. He lets go of my mouth and slaps me across the face. My head whips to the left, “UHHHH.” He grabs my hands with both of his and pulls me up and out of the bed.
From what I can see Mick isn’t in the room. I hear movement and the next thing I know I am dragged over by the wall in between the bathroom and closet. He whips me around and places a hand over my throat and squeezes. I grab the hand at my throat with my right and pull hard, but he is too strong. He’s got my left arm around my back pulling it so hard it hurts.
“LET HER GO, YOU MAGGOT!�
�� Jesse yells as he slowly stands up from the bed. The blood on the side of his face is half covering his eye and is dripping off his chin now. I struggle and pain shoots down my arm as he pulls on it tighter.
“Not a chance, asshole. I’ve already had her once but don’t mind having a little fun before I kill you both,” Willie taunts Jesse. His hold tightens on my throat and my arm. I wince in pain. Jesse looks at me with concern and then looks back at Willie with daggers in his eyes.
How can I warn him that Mick isn’t around? He has to be somewhere in the house.
“Nope, it’s time for you to be locked up and put to rest, asshole,” Jesse growls. He looks at me and moves his eyes to the door, slyly. He’s going to do something and he wants me to move fast.
Willie tightens his reins on me and again I wince. “Nah, ain’t gonna be locked up again. Won’t happen, I’d rather die first.” Jesse’s eyes go back to the door quickly again and looks back at Willie. “That can be arranged.” He sneers.
Everything after that is a blur as it happens so fast.
Jesse runs across the room and lunges at Willie. My captor reacts by throwing me against the wall so hard that I ram my head into the wall causing me to stumble. At the same time when Willie is letting go, he pulls so hard on my left arm, I hear a pop and excruciating pain. I am wobbly, my head is throbbing and my arm is hanging from me, useless.
“RUN, CASSIE, RUN. YOU KNOW WHERE TO GO! HURRY!” Jesse is screaming at me as he wrestles with Willie on the ground.
My adrenaline soars, and I run out of the room literally flying down the stairs. I keep looking all around me, looking for Mick.
I run down the hall and get to the bookshelf by Jesse’s office. I hear them yelling upstairs. I am panicking, rushing trying to find the book that will open the secret door. I start pulling on all of them.
I hear a gun shot, and I jump, startled. OH, my God! Jesse!!!! No, he told me to go hide so that’s where I am going. I finally find the right book, and the door slides into the wall. I go in, turn around and hit the hidden button on the wall to close the door. I am afraid to turn on any lights, so I hold onto the spiral staircase railing and try to hurry down the stairs.
I get to the bottom and run as fast as I can to the alcove Jesse showed me. Once I get there, I start feeling around on the wall for the switch. Ugh! I can’t find the damn hidden switch! I hear the wall upstairs moving. Oh, my God! Where’s the damn switch? I start hitting the wall everywhere. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it’s beating out of my chest.
Finally! I found the switch and hit it. The door slides into the wall. I go into the little room, turn around and hit the switch in there. As the door begins to slide back to close, I slide down the far wall until my bottom hits the floor. I pull up my legs and put my right arm around them, hugging them to me.
I lay my head back against the wall and wait. My head is throbbing so much worse now, and I can hardly feel my left arm or shoulder. I think about Jesse and wonder if he is ok. If something happens to him, I will die. Tears are flowing down my face now. I am so scared! Scared that the men will find me, scared that Jesse is dead. I don’t know what to do. How long should I stay in here?
I hear something. It sounds like someone running this way. I’m so scared that I feel like I am going to throw up. It would take someone a long time to figure out there is a hidden room here. How will anyone know I am in here to rescue me? I’ll die here because I’ll be too scared to leave. But, if Jesse really is dead, then I will die here because I don’t want to live without him.
I hear someone hitting the wall outside the room. The door begins to slide into the wall. Here we go, I’m gonna be killed. I put my head onto my knees and pray.
“Cassie? Baby?” I look up slowly and see Jesse come into the room. He lowers himself in front of me. I can barely see him through my tears. The blood on the right side of his head seems to have slowed down but a black eye is forming. His lower lip is cut and bleeding.
I launch at him, wrapping my right arm around his neck, burying my face into his chest, causing him to sit down hard on the floor. He wraps his arms around me and I cry out. Jesse pulls me back a bit and frowns. “Baby, where are you hurt?”
I look up at him. “I think my left arm was pulled out of its socket and my head is killing me.” He wraps his right arm under my legs and his left arm around my waist. He grunts as he gets on his knees with me in tow and then puts one knee up to put his foot on the floor and hoists us both up.
He turns his head to mine and kisses me on the lips softly. “OH, my God, baby. I’m so glad you’re ok. I don’t know what I would have done if he had hurt you any more or killed you. I would have gone crazy,” he says as he leans his forehead against mine.
Jesse carries me up the spiral staircase and into the living room and sits on the couch, me across his lap. I hear sirens outside.
I start to panic. “Oh, my God! Where, where is he? We need to get out, hurry Jesse! He’ll see us. We should have stayed in the safe room.” I begin to shake and try to get up.
“Shhh, no baby. It’s ok. He’s dead. I hit the silent alarm to get the police here. It’s over, it’s ok now,” he says holding me back.
“No, no, Jesse. There’s the other guy. I didn’t see him anywhere. He has to still be in the house somewhere!” I am pushing against him now, trying to get out of his hold.
He holds me tighter and takes my face in his hand. “Baby, baby. Listen. Calm down. I’ve checked everywhere and he isn’t here. Ok? I’ve checked. Everything is ok now. Shhhh.”
“I-. I-. I heard a gunshot. Are you hurt, Jesse? Did, did you get shot?” I look all over him trying to see if I can see a wound anywhere.
He looks at me puzzled. “No, baby. I shot that guy. I killed him. I would do it again if it means I would protect you. But, he deserved it. Not only for what he did to you, but for what he did to my mom. It’s over now. Everything is going to be ok.”
I start shaking really bad now. What is going on? He holds me close, still holding the side of my face and rubbing my cheek. I lay my head on his shoulder.
The sirens are really loud now. The front door bursts open and several policemen come in all in their stances with their arms stretch out front with their guns pointing around the room.
“Freeze! Don’t move!” One of them yells. Jesse stands up with me but with my shaking body he is wobbly. “Look officer, we are the victims. You will find the dead killer upstairs, end of the hall, in the master bedroom,” he tells the officer angrily.
The officer that yelled at us looks at the men around him and cocks his head towards the stairs. I see three officers, still guns pointing around, begin walking to the stairs.
I lay my head down on Jesse’s chest. I am so tired that I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Two paramedics come into the house. They see us and immediately jog over to us carrying their equipment. “Hello. We are here to help. What are your names please?” A big burly guy asks.
“Her name is Cassie and I’m Jesse. Please help her first. I think she’s hurt really bad, please help her,” Jesse says back. The paramedic that was talking with us looks over at the other one, which is a woman. She walks over and looks at both of us. “Jesse, can you lay Cassie down on the couch please so we can take a look at her and assess her injuries?” She asks.
I look up at Jesse and shake my head. “No, no, don’t let me go, please don’t let me go,” I cry. He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. “Shhh, baby. I will be right here. I’m not going anywhere. They have to see how hurt you are, honey. I will be right there with you, I promise,” he says pleadingly.
I nod slowly. I am so scared, and I can’t stop feeling that way.
He lays me on the couch carefully. He kneels on the floor right by my head. “Cassie is it?” The woman paramedic asks. I nod looking up at her. “Good. Cassie, can you tell me what all hurts, please?”
I look over at Jesse and then back at the woman. “The left upper side of my hea
d. I-. I hit it against the wall really hard. And. And.” I start breathing really fast. My chest is rising and falling quickly.
The woman looks concerned. “It’s ok Cassie. Take a few deep breaths for me, ok? You’re going to start to hyperventilate if you don’t slow your breathing down.”
I look over at Jesse and try to take a deep breath but it’s really hard to catch my breath.
“Shhh, baby. Shhh, calm down for me, ok? It’s ok now. It’s all over. I’m right here. Shhh,” Jesse says soothingly while stroking my hair.
I begin to take a few deep breaths. It’s starting to get a little easier now. In, out. Wait. In, out.
“Good. That’s good, Cassie,” the woman says to me, “now can you finish telling me what hurts?”
I look back over to her. “Um, my left shoulder and arm hurt, but I can’t feel them very much right now. I think that man. That man.” I start to breath heavy again and my body begins to shake uncontrollably.
Jesse moves closer so I can see him. “He’s dead, honey. He can’t hurt you anymore. It’s ok. Take deep breaths again, ok, baby?”
I start taking deep breaths again and my breathing begins to slow down.
I look back at the woman. “He pulled my arm really hard. I think he pulled it out of the socket. I heard a pop.” Whew! I did it, I finally got that all out.
“Ok, honey. I have to ask you if there is a chance you could be pregnant before I can give you anything for the pain,” she asks.
Jesse speaks up, “Yes, there is a chance she could be pregnant.”
She nods and goes to a bag. She is unwrapping a syringe as she returns. “Thank you for letting me know. I am going to give you a shot for pain and it will also help relax you, ok? If you are pregnant it will not hurt the baby.” I nod slowly. As she is giving me the shot she adds, “Then I am going to put a sling around your arm. It will help immobilize it and protect it from further injury, ok?” I nod again.