“God, I’m going to enjoy th—oomph!”
The hand in my hair yanks jerks and I feel some strands rip clean out of my head as Tim goes flying to one side and smashes into the TV stand. My eyes snap open just in time to watch him slam against it so hard that it cracks in two. He crumples to the ground as the stand collapses around him and the knife goes clattering across the floor.
“What the hell…?” he groans, shaking his head. “How…?”
It’s Sean. Somehow he is standing, even though blood is pouring out of his nose and mouth and one eye is completely swelled shut and he’s clutching his side with one arm.
“I told you,” he gasps, his lungs crackling. “You will never hurt her again.”
“Sean…” I whisper. I can’t believe it. It’s a miracle. How does he still have the strength to stand?
Love. Love for you, Sam. That’s why he’s still fighting, why he refuses to go down. Because of me.
Tim snorts derisively as he pushes himself up from the splintered remains of the TV stand and stumbles to his feet. One arm is hanging uselessly by his side. In his other hand is a gun.
But where…?
The TV stand. I’d completely forgotten about it. Tim always keeps a gun in the TV stand, the only gun he owns. Somehow, even in his daze, he’d managed to grab from the cracked-open drawer. How could I have forgotten about it?
“You’re a dumb son of a bitch, you know that?” he laughs, pointing the gun at Sean’s chest. “Did you really think you can win?”
He pulls the trigger just as Sean steps forward, the pop of the gun muffled as the muzzle digs into Sean’s abdomen. A shudder passes through Sean and he grunts as the bullet rips through him. But he doesn’t stop. With a roar, his hand closes around Tim’s throat and he lifts him straight from the ground as easily as if he were lifting a toddler. It’s the most awesome sight I’ve ever seen. Tim’s eyes bulge with surprise, and then fear.
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” Sean growls, his hand tightening. “You will never, and I mean never, hurt her again!”
He turns with Tim’s feet dangling off the ground, takes two steps, and with a scream so primal I can’t help but shudder, throws my husband straight through the back living room window just like one would a shotput. It shatters and Tim lands with a wet thud on the ground outside.
The silence that follows is so thick that it lays like a blanket over our heads. It’s over. Finally over. With a wheezy gasp, Sean falls to his knees, the last of his strength spent. The living room is a mess, the furniture twisted and broken, the floor smeared with blood.
“Sean,” I whisper, crawling towards him as best I can as I cradle my sliced arm. “Oh, Sean…”
He smiles wearily as he reaches up and touches where the bullet entered him.
“Sam,” he murmurs, his voice so weak it’s almost inaudible. “I’m sorry.” He teeters and falls onto his side. I reach him just in time to catch his head before it hits the floor. Tears are streaming down my face. Outside, Tim lies face down unmoving in the mud, one leg twisted unnaturally below the other.
“Oh, baby,” I cry, cradling Sean’s head. I can’t take my eyes off of the blood welling out of the hole in his chest. “Oh, baby. I know. I know. Shh, shh, it will all be alright.”
Without letting go of him, knowing that I can never let go again, I bend forward and reach for my phone wedged between two cushions of the couch. In a moment I’ve dialed 9-1-1.
“Yes,” I say hoarsely into the phone when the operator picks up. “Please, we need an ambulance. Someone has been shot. 519 State Highway 44. Please. There’s been a fight. Yes, please hurry!”
The phone drops my hand as the operator continues to ask questions. I don’t hear her anymore. Indeed, I can’t hear a thing. I’m more scared than ever that this might be the last moment I’ll ever get to spend with the man I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone else.
“Thank you,” I whisper, bending down to kiss Sean’s now-closed eyelids. “Thank you for everything.”
A smile flits across his lips.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “I’ve always loved you.”
“Oh, Sean. How could I be so stupid? I’m so sorry. I love you, too. I will always love you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. Please don’t die! Please!”
“And leave you behind?” he chuckles weakly, his hand searching for mine. He finds it and our fingers interlace and he gives it a squeeze. “Not a chance, Sam. I will never leave you.”
Five minutes later the ambulance arrives, which is just as well since by the time the paramedics burst into the trailer Sean is unconscious and my world is starting to go black. The last thing I remember is a blonde paramedic peering over me as her hands gently caress up and down my bruised and battered body.
“Ma’am,” she says, her voice seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. “Everything’s going to be okay. You are going to be okay. You’re safe now.”
“Safe?” I repeat as my mind drifts away and the world disappears into the darkness, chuckling to myself. “No, I’m not safe. I’m in love…”
Epilogue
Sean
One Week Later…
I wake up to a hand sliding down my belly. For a moment I wonder if I’m dreaming; a second later the sounds of the hospital— the beeps and whirs of several machines scattered about my tiny room, the shuffle of the nurses in the hall outside—come rushing to my ears and I know that I am not. Even without opening my eyes, I can tell by the darkness of my eyelids that it is still night.
“Wha--?” I begin, but a finger to my lips shushes me as the hand on my belly slips under the thin hospital sheet and continues down towards my groin.
“No, wait,” I gasp, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through my side and my abs involuntarily clench. “Wait, I’ve got a girl—“
“Shh,” a familiar voice giggles. “It’s me, silly. Just relax.”
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sam retorts. “But you’ve got to be quiet. We don’t want the nurses disturbing us.”
A moment later, her hand is wrapped around my cock and she’s slowly stroking me. Damn, that feels good.
“There,” she coos. “Doesn’t that feel nice? I’ve been dreaming about you for so long, baby. I couldn’t wait another day.”
“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if we get caught?”
“I told you, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
My eyes are open now, though it’s too dark in the room and all I can make out is the silhouette of Sam standing over me. I don’t need the light to know just what she looks like. Hair swept up in a loose bun, eyes sparkling, forearm bandaged from the knife slice she took for me. God, I love this woman more than anything.
I don’t say another word as Sam begins to stroke me faster. She pulls back the sheet and tosses it to the floor. Every time I try to sit up and reach for her, she pushes me back down. Gently, of course, considering half my torso is bandaged.
“Oh, baby,” I groan, doing my best not to flex any muscles. It’s hard, near impossible, with the way she’s caressing me. She rolls her thumb over my cocktip, spreading the pre-cum leaking out of me around my swollen head.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she whispers. She bends down and I feel her breath hot on my cock. “I never got to properly thank you for saving me.”
Her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft and I have to put my forearm against my mouth to stifle the groan. Her lips close around my head and she slides her mouth down around me slowly. She takes me as deep as she can, gently cradling my balls as she begins to suck. It feels incredible, but all I can think about is her pussy.
She must be thinking the same thing too because a second later, she’s straightened and is slipping off her clothes. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness by now and I can just make out the faint glow of her pale skin as she pulls her shirt o
ver her head and unsnaps her bra. A nurse walks by the cracked door. Sam pauses until she is gone. When we’re alone again, she pushes her pants off her hips, followed by her underwear.
“So, tell me, have you been thinking about me like I’ve been thinking about you?”
Ever so slowly, she climbs onto the hospital bed, being careful not to use her damaged arm. She swings a leg over my hips; I can feel the warmth of her pussy just a few inches above my trembling cock.
“Yes,” I groan, wanting nothing more than to raise myself to her. But I can’t. My body is not yet healed enough. Right now, Sam is in control.
“Don’t you worry, baby,” she whispers as she bends over me, her breasts brushing against my chest. Her lips meet mine and she kisses me as she lowers her hips and slides her pussy along the underside of my shaft. She’s soaking wet. “I’m going to take care of you. You don’t need to do a thing.”
She straightens and, holding herself up with one hand on the bed rail, begins to roll her hips, my cockhead sliding back and forth between her swollen, warm lips. She feels so silky smooth.
“Tell me,” she says, “tell me why you came back.”
“Because,” I gasp as she grabs my cock and guides it into her hole. “Because I loved you!”
“And why did you save me?” she continues, pumping her hips slowly, working herself down onto me. She’s so tight and it’s been so long since I’ve felt her that I can already feel my body starting to tighten.
“Because you’re mine. No one will ever hurt you. Oh, Jesus, that feels incredible.”
“Tell me again that I’m yours,” she commands, pumping faster. She’s sliding all the way down now, with each stroke her lips brushing against my pubes. She squeezes her pussy and it tightens around me like a hand, making me gasp with delight.
“You’re mine,” I moan. “You will always be mine. You’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it.”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t. Wherever you go, I’ll be there. I’m yours forever. You are mine forever. Oh, yes, just like that. A little faster.”
She laughs and begins to bounce faster. I’m transfixed by the way her breasts bounce with each pump of her hips. Unable to help myself, I try to push myself up so that I can put one in my mouth. The movement makes me gasp with pain and I am forced to fall back onto the bed.
“Didn’t I tell you to relax?” she asks, slowing her hips for a moment. “You have to be careful. You were shot less than a week ago.”
“I can’t help it. You look so damn sexy on top of me.”
She doesn’t respond. Her eyes are closed and she’s moaning quietly, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out. She’s riding me slowly, deliberately, sliding up my shaft until only my head is left inside of her tight hole, and then lowering herself inch by inch until I’ve completely filled her. She’s so wet the juices are running out of her and trickling down my thighs.
“I love you, baby,” I whisper. I place a hand on her hip, being careful not to move too quickly, and squeeze. She groans at my touch and her hand tightens on the bed rail as her body begins to quiver and quake.
“I’m so close,” she murmurs. “So close.”
“I want you to come for me, baby. Come for me. You make my cock feel so good. You make me so hard. I’ve dreamt about you every night. About feeling you on top of me, of feeling me inside of you. I love how my cock feels inside of you. Oh, just like that...”
She’s coming now, a long, slow orgasm that gradually takes over her body. My hand guides her up and down, leading her through her pleasure. Her knees are shaking, making the bed creak. She’s gasping and has to put her hand against her mouth to keep quiet. Her pussy flutters around my cock, massaging it as she grinds up and down, her lips sucking at my shaft. She’s even juicier now, her pussy squelching as I pump into her.
“Ohhhhhh…” she groans, nodding her head over and over as small giggles escape her lips. “I’m coming. I’m coming for you. Please, come for me. I want you to come for me. Come inside of me. I want to feel you come inside of me…”
It’s too much. I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm swells up and spills over, my head arching back as I draw in a deep breath and force the rest of my body to relax. My cock twitches and I feel the come shoot out of me. Sam does too and her orgasm redoubles. The bed is creaking loudly now, the headboard tapping against the wall. Any moment I’m sure the nurses are going to walk in. Not that I care the slightest bit anymore. It feels too damn good to care.
“Oh, baby,” she moans as I empty my load inside of her. It’s been so long since I’ve come that I’m like a geyser. There’s so much semen it begins to slide back down out of Sam, coating my cock and balls. “Oh, baby, I love how that feels…”
We come together for a long time, Sam’s hips never speeding up nor slowing down. Finally, after what has felt like a blissful eternity in the dim haze of the hospital room, her hips slow and I feel her pussy unclench from around me. My cock gives one last twitch and goes still. When her knees have stopped shaking, Sam lowers herself onto me until her lips are tight around the base of my cock. My lap is soaked with her juices and mine. She bends forward, her body jerking as I shift inside of her, and brings her lips to my ear.
“You make me so damn wet,” she breathes, squeezing her pussy muscles. I gasp as a residual bolt of pleasure shoots through me.
“I love you,” I groan. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” she responds. “Please don’t ever let me go.”
“I won’t,” I whisper. “I can’t. You are mine forever now. I’ll love you until the end of time.”
“Good,” she says with a laugh, pushing herself up off of me. My cock slides out of her and lands against my belly with a slap. I groan as she climbs down off the bed and picks the crumpled sheet up from the ground. I wish I could stay in her forever. But it’s growing light out and I can hear the nurses starting to make their morning rounds. I’m not even sure how Sam got in here in the first place. Visiting hours have long been over.
It’s light enough now that I can see Sam clearly as she gets dressed. She looks absolutely perfect to me, is absolutely perfect for me. I can’t help but smile and sigh with contentment at the thought that this is the first time of many that I’ll have the pleasure of watching her get dressed just like this. I’ve seen her before, but now it feels different. Now it’s just us. There are no secrets anymore. All there is is love.
“Do you have a busy day?” I ask once Sam has pulled on her pants and shirt and is standing over me once again. The smell of her sex is strong in the air.
“I do,” she says, for a moment her eyes darkening. “I have to go to the station and make my statement today.”
“And him?”
“According to your lawyer, he’s going away for a very long time. He’ll never bother us again.”
“Good.”
We fall silent as the memories of all that’s passed well up and envelop the both of us. It seems unbelievable that I’ve only been back in town a little over a month. A lifetime has passed. I don’t feel like the same man I was. I feel…complete. Something I’ve yet to know.
“Anyways,” Sam says, interrupting my thoughts. The morning nurse is in the room next door; we can hear her questioning another patient. Any moment she’ll come stomping in. Will she know what just happened? “I should get going before they catch me in here. I don’t want them to rescind all of my visiting rights. Even if you will only be in here another day or two.”
She bends down and gives me a kiss. Her breath is so sweet and warm. I’m filled with a feeling of being home, of being right where I belong. When she tries to pull away, I won’t let her go. I entwine my hand in her hair and hold her face to mine.
“Sean,” she laughs, disengaging herself gently. “You’re going to get us in trouble!”
“Me?” I tease. “You’re the one who snuck in here and fucked me.”
“You loved
it though.”
“I sure did. Speaking of, how did you get in here anyways?”
“A girl has to have her secrets,” Sam replies with a wink. Picking up her purse from the floor, she turns and struts to the door, those perfect hips swaying just for me. Just before she slips through, she glances back over her shoulder. “But let’s just say other women understand when a woman wants to fuck the man who saved her life.”
Second Epilogue
Sam
Six Months Later…
“Are we there yet?”
I’m huffing and puffing so hard it feels like my lungs are going to explode right out of my chest. I have no idea where Sean is taking me. We’ve been hiking for what feels like days through the woods of southern Alaska, though I doubt it’s been much longer than an hour and a half. All around us the pines are filled with birds singing songs of summer. This might be the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, which is hard to say when you’ve spent the last half year traveling the world. Still, I’ve never seen any place so green, so full of life. It’s made all the more beautiful by the fact that in a few short months this same land will be frozen over and lifeless.
“Not too much farther,” Sean calls back from a little further up the trail. He doesn’t seem the least bit out of breath. I’m not surprised; he’s in his element. After all, this backcountry is where he spent a good portion of the last ten years of his life.
“I sure hope so,” I mutter. There’s nothing to do but to continue trudging. It’s not like I have any excuse to be as tired as I am. Sean’s the one carrying our backpack of supplies. I’m almost positive that if I were to ask, he’d pick me up and carry me right along, too.
“Ooh,” Sean calls, stopping to point off into the trees. “An elk.”
I look to where he’s pointing and sure enough there’s an elk. It’s a female. She’s standing half-hidden among the underbrush and watching us warily. Sean calls out to her. She starts and a moment later is gone.
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