by Pinki Parks
Chapter Thirteen
Gail
I was aghast and was literally trembling with fear running through my veins. I wanted to help him, but it would mean coming out of hiding. I attempted to take a few steps forward, but I couldn’t go much further than that.
“You can do it. I know you can.” I was whispering hoping it was loud enough to give him the encouragement needed to make it safely into my arms.
The sound of the fire crackling within the enclosure was disturbing on many levels. I felt bad for him. He was seeing his home go up in smoke. I couldn’t imagine walking a few moments in his shoes. It would have crippled me to see my belongings destroyed with a single lit match. It was a waste and a crime to watch this miscarriage of justice take place in front of my eyes.
He was motioning me with his hand to stay back and not to come any closer than necessary. Mother Nature with the snow and the wind was blanketing the area in black smoke. The wind direction was perfect to hide his progress from the unseen enemy. Chase was getting closer, but it felt like forever.
“I don’t know what is taking you so long.” I couldn’t know what was going on in his head and I really didn’t have any leg to stand on to argue.
He was quite insistent and his expression was that of grave concern for my safety. The house and the jeep burning uncontrollably with the smell of burnt rubber sickening me were hard to ignore. I had to cover my nose with the sleeve of my shirt. It wasn’t easy to stop myself from choking, but necessary to thwart and frustrate the man with the gun.
Chase’s gun was discarded and was very little use without any ammunition. He tried to reach back for it lying covered with a layer of snow but was unable to grip it with his cold fingers.
He was within my reach and I grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. He fell on top of me with the snow covering the both of us. There was a long and forgotten story in his eyes emblazoned by the flicker of the flames a few feet away. He was reliving his childhood.
“It’s going to burn to the ground. The snow and this inclement weather will keep it from spreading to the trees. Nobody is going to come unless I specifically call them to do so. The fire department is several miles away. The storm is ruling out any possibility of them seeing the smoke swelling into the sky.” We used the canvas of the trees to impede the shooters ability to get a bead on us.
“I know it has profound sentimental value for you. But let’s not forget what is waiting for us if we stay here a moment longer. This person was not content in shooting us. They went the extra mile in setting the house ablaze. We had no choice but to raise our head from inside long enough for him to get a shot off.” I found myself following in his footsteps with the snow hindering anybody’s idea of tracking us.
The snow was picking up and the wind was swirling it around in the air to make visibility almost nothing. I wasn’t wearing boots and neither was he. The lock on the shed was the variety where a combination was used instead of a key. He was able to disengage it and get inside without us being seen. The wood structure had snow plastered to the front.
There was another door at the back of the shed. He easily opened it by sliding the bolt. He was able to open both doors leading to what I could only assume was a path covered in the snow.
“I’m through playing the nice guy. Everything I owned is nothing more than a memory. I can no longer take this assailant lightly.” The keys to the snowmobile were in the ignition. I wrapped my arms around his midsection and held on for dear life.
“I would ask where we are going, but I think anyplace is better than here.” We both knew when the engine came to life the shooter would know where we were. It might take him a few moments to gather his wits, but it was inevitable for him to find his mark.
“There’s an abandoned ranger station a few miles away. We can take refuge there. I will be able to see for miles in either direction.” The engine came to life and he pulled back on the throttle making the snowmobile lurch into the snow with the tracks finding traction.
I heard a gunshot, but his aim was pretty much a shot in the dark. He was hoping to get lucky. This person was desperate and quite deadly with a firearm. We moved through the snow seamlessly like a knife through butter. Somehow, Chase was able to navigate the perilous journey without crashing into a tree or upending the contraption with us on it.
The snow was letting up and there was a break in the clouds above us. The moon made its appearance winking into focus through what was left of the storm passing by quickly. We were far enough away that the snowmobile tracks wouldn’t be noticeable. It wasn’t an express route. Chase had to stop a couple of times to get his bearings. He looked a little confused, but then he found some landmarks to guide him the rest of the way.
“Do you think the radio works at the ranger station? We could call in our location and have them extract us at their earliest convenience. The sky is clearing and a helicopter approach would be perfect.” I knew enough about the military to know some of the terms courtesy of my brother’s late-night telephone calls.
“Your brother taught you a lot about our way of life. He used to say that you would have made a great interrogator. He said you had this innate ability to know when somebody was lying to you.” We narrowly missed a boulder and the machine clipped the side of it taking off some paint.
We both breathed a sigh of relief. I had my hand up to my chest where my heart was about to jump out of my mouth. It wasn’t the only close call. There was a very thin margin between the path and a plummet into a deep and deadly ravine. He maneuvered the machine like it was an extension of his body.
“I think that particular gift isn’t working. You have been a very hard man to read. It’s like we are speaking different languages.” We continued on a forward momentum pushing through the snow until he stopped and turned off the machine.
“We’re going to have to go the rest of the way on foot. I don’t want to take the chance of this person finding us. It’s about a mile north of here. This is scary, but you are holding up well. You don’t look like you weigh anything more than what I can handle. Wrap your legs around my waist and put your hands around my neck.” He wasn’t saying it, but he was giving me the impression I was slowing him down.
I was happy to have the reprieve of not dealing with the possibility of frostbite to my feet. He was hardened physically like steel. I was a little faint from the adrenaline rush wearing off. It was comforting to put my head on his shoulder while he was trudging through the snow with me as extra weight.
The cold through my clothes was making me shiver, but his body heat was helping to elevate my temperature in more ways than one.
“You should have told me about your connection to my brother Colby. I can’t believe that you are Preacher. I commend you for your duty and the way you constantly put yourself in danger to protect my brother’s life.” Colby had told me some stories and was probably the reason why I found my first gray hair.
“I didn’t know you were his sister until fairly recently. I was trying to tell you when I came over and found you with the older man. I know it was perfectly innocent, but my green streak of jealousy got the best of me. I was determined to show you a real man.” He had made me feel like a hit and run victim on the side of the road.
“I don’t know how to forgive you for being with me knowing it was the anniversary of Colby’s death. I guess, we found comfort in the grief of losing him by being with each other. Your ring was the other reason I didn’t want to go further.” I was bringing up something he had told me was off limits.
“My wife was the most understanding woman I have ever met. She was the light of my life and made me feel like I could be a better man. I was even contemplating leaving this line of work. She knew what I did for a living made me happy. I knew she worried every time I went out the door. It killed me more than I could ever say to her.” He was using the past tense to describe her. I was getting the idea his wife was no longer in the picture.
> “I assumed because of the wedding ring on your finger it was the reason why we couldn’t be together. I’m sorry for your loss. Losing her and Colby in recent years must have left you a little disillusioned.” I saw in the distance a huge wooden structure and there was no doubt in my mind it was the ranger station.
“It’s been nearly two years of hell. I lost my wife over a year ago and a year after my best friend died in my arms. She was the innocent victim of a holdup at a local convenience store. They tell me she didn’t suffer, but I can’t know that for sure.” Being with me was the first time he had allowed himself to feel anything more than a fleeting chance to get into a woman’s panties.
“You must know she would want you to be happy. This overwhelming pain you feel from her loss is normal. I hate to say this, but the wedding ring is holding you back from moving forward with your life. It’s a symbol of your fidelity and the love you shared with her.” I knew there was no way I could take her place in his heart, but I believed there was room for me.
“She would be the first one to tell me to snap out of it. Cheryl made me want the white picket fence. We didn’t have the chance to have children. We talked about it often, but life got in the way.” There was a huge ladder leading to the ranger station in the sky.
The wooden rungs were rickety and I heard them creaking while climbing the apparatus. He was right behind me but was avoiding placing extra weight on the rungs. The wind was buffeting me and I had to stop with the freezing cold numbing my bare fingers. His hand on my back gave me the courage to continue. I knew looking down was going to give me an acute case of vertigo.
“Don’t worry, I have you and there’s no way that I will let you fall.” There was no way for him to make those assurances, but it felt good to hear him say the words.
“I think you might have noticed my aversion to heights.” I had no idea where the fear originated.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but the way you looked at me a dangling out the window was giving me food for thought.” I found the trapdoor and found it easily accessible by pushing with the weight of my hand and my shoulder.
I was on my knees on the floor and I was tempted to kiss it in gratitude. He was already peering out the window. The view was spectacular. It was a winter postcard come to life.
Chapter Fourteen
Chase
I was awakened by the warm feminine form pressed up against me. She was wiggling in her sleep and bringing about an interesting side effect to my anatomy. The danger did nothing to stifle my libido from sparking to life. I was nestled behind her with my arms around her to keep her warm. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling like she was having a wet dream come true.
My member filled out the tight enclosure of my pants. I pressed hard against her and could feel the blistering heat of her sex through the Ranger’s pants. They were a little bit too big for her, but it was necessary to get into something warm. I didn’t dare make a fire.
I got up every few minutes to check the 360°view of the landscape. Nobody was going to sneak up on us without giving us fair warning. It was nice to be close to her.
The radio was gone and they had the semblance of mind to pack up the essentials before leaving it to the elements. It would be used during the summer when tourist season was at its peak.
“I would ask if you have a hammer in your pants or if you’re just happy to see me, but I think I already know the answer.” She snuggled closer with her buns folding over the thickness of my equipment.
“Go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you up. It’s only 6:00 AM. The sun isn’t even up yet.” I wasn’t moving from my current position and the feeling was a daunting example of what I had been missing.
“I know something that is up. I’m pretty sure you know where I’m going with this. I can’t believe we waited to do this.” She was letting the outline of my cock slide back and forth between her cheeks through her pants.
The temperature was rising. There was a certain kind of body heat necessary to keep us from submitting to hyperthermia. Holding each other was one thing, but the friction from succumbing to our basic nature would be far more pleasing.
“I don’t think you know what you’re saying.” I felt her hand reach behind and begin to massage a profound section of my anatomy.
“Trust me; I know exactly what I’m saying and what I’m doing. You can’t say it doesn’t feel good. We can treat this like a medical emergency. I would rather we admit our feelings to one another. Stop thinking and just do it.” I didn’t know how I was going to combat her seductive tone and sound reasoning.
“You do drive a hard bargain. I feel like I would be betraying the love I shared with Cheryl. Don’t you think Colby would have a problem with us being together? He never came out and said it, but I got the feeling nobody was good enough for you.” She was unzipping my pants and showing a mere touch was able to change my perspective.
“Colby was notorious for running off potential love interests. He took over for my father when he was no longer able to play the part of the bad cop. I suppose in retrospect Colby became my surrogate brother and father all rolled into one.” I was momentarily stunned into silence by the way that she was jacking my cock with her fist enclosed over the head.
“He was very protective of you and he was quite vocal about you having your whole life ahead of you. He didn’t want anything to ruin your…future.” I tripped over the words when she twisted her fist making this sensation run down the length of my hardware.
“He didn’t know half of what I did behind his back. I was always sneaking out in the middle of the night. You could say I was rebellious.” I was dripping in her hand and the moon took that moment to come out shining brighter than ever.
She was pulling down her pants leaving her smooth skin open to my visual inspection. I could feel the heat from her body and I was desperate to slide into her with one thrust.
“He knew all about your late-night excursions. Colby wanted to give you room to make your own mistakes within reason. He had this funny story about stopping you before you went too far with a boy. He was in possession of a siren which he used from time to time to scare those boys back into their pants. It was probably not my place to tell you that.” She had the knob of my excitement pressed up against the lips of her desire.
The heat in combination with the slickness of the surface wasn’t easy to ignore. I thought I was going to have a case of performance anxiety. The fucked-up thought of having sex with her outweighed any misplaced guilt I might’ve had concerning her brother or my wife.
I bit her shoulder and moved within her inflexible fist. I was stiff and ready to go at a moment’s notice. I was letting her dictate the pace. I was half hoping she would have a change of heart. There was no way I was going to stop this from happening.
“I should’ve known he was behind the police sirens. He was always looking out for me even when I didn’t know it. He would be proud of you and a little disappointed you didn’t get in touch with me sooner.” She was rubbing her long slit with the tip of my organ.
“I’m perfectly content staying exactly like this.” She was happy to make me wait and crave the very moment where I would settle in for the long haul between her legs.
“I have a method to my madness.” She demonstrated her conviction by making me break out into a cold sweat.
“I feel like I’m coming down with a fever and you’re the only one that can put it out. Extending the intimacy by being close all night long has made it impossible not to want you in the worst way.” She was feeding on my words and I was giving her the incentive to move things along to its inevitable conclusion.
“I want you to tell me what it is that you hunger for the most. Make me feel the words and you might find yourself on the receiving end of the kind of pleasure to take your breath away.” My entire shaft was pounding a rhythm against her healthy posterior. If she wasn’t careful, her manual stimulation was going to mak
e me explode.
“Every second being with you is the highlight of my life. You’ve got me losing my mind and I feel like I’m coming unraveled. I don’t feel like I’m in control. Being skintight behind you like this is making it difficult for me to know what the difference is between right and wrong.” I was trying to catch my breath and dealing with the scorching reminder of what she was teasing me with.
“I never want to let you go. I’m glad we were able to get past the miscommunication. I hope you feel the same way and are ready to show me.” I moved my slow hands down over her chest and inched closer to where we were practically connected.
“I want to make sweet love to you until you are screaming my name. There’s no stopping what my body is begging me to do. I feel at home and I’m ready to give you a show to keep you coming back for more.” She turned me onto my back with my cock jutting straight up into the air.
“You’re not ready for me, but you will be shortly. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She was following me with her eyes and using the moon to guide the seductive movement of her hand.
Chapter Fifteen
Gail
I had him in the palm of my hand and he wasn’t going anywhere. I let him feel the hot breath of my mouth making him jerk with his hips coming off the floor. I was following the map of his anatomy the only way I knew how. I worked him into frustration and left him steaming on the verge of letting go.
“You are fucking crazy and I love it.” His words brought me forward on my knees with my hands spreading his legs a little wider than they already were.
“I’m crazy for you. I feel like what we have been going through is a test to see how much we can endure.” I drooled hot spit down over the head and watched it slide with ease down his pole to gather at his balls.