I raise a brow when she starts removing her clothes. I'm still standing there when she looks up and says, "Are we doing this, or are you just going to stand there? Cause if you're not up for the task, I can get my vibrator and take care of myself." Well, she didn't have to tell me twice. I had my clothes and shoes off before she even finished.
Picking her up, I walked to the bed and laid her across it before dropping to my knees. Pushing her legs apart, I buried my face in her pussy and ate like a man starving. She came on my face in less than a minute. Kissing her thigh, I made my way up her stomach stopping to pay some much need attention to breast. Biting her nipple and giving it a little tug, I reached over and twisted the other nipple, not want it to be left out.
Letting the nipple go with an audible pop, I suck on her neck while aligning my cock with her entrance. I'm about to push in when she stops me. Looking up, she says one word, "Condom." Pausing, I look into her eyes and tell her I'm clean, and I get tested every four months. Nodding, she says, "I'm on the pill." That's all I need to know. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I'm so hard I don't even need to hold my cock, I just guide my hips forwards.
She's tight and warm, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from just thrusting into her. Once I'm buried inside her, I give her a minute to adjust to my size before I pull out and slowly push back in. Hearing the moans of leaving her mouth has me picking up my pace. Before long, she's begging me to go fast and harder. I'm pounding away, and we're both covered in sweat.
She's scratching my back, and I can tell she breaking skin because the sweat is making them sting. Pulling out of her, I roll us over, so she's on top of me. She leans down and kisses me before she slides down until she's sitting in the space between my legs. I hiss when she grabs my cock and lick from my sack all the way up to my tip. It was the most erotic sight I've seen in a long time, and it had me getting even harder. Especially when she wrapped her lips around me and took me to the back of her throat.
Throwing my head back, I let out a loud groan and laced my fingers in her hair. Fucking her mouth for a few minutes was like being in heaven. When I felt my balls draw up, I had to pull her off of me. I wanted to be inside her when I found my release. Pulling up by her hair, I bring her up to my mouth for a passionate kiss.
Sitting up, she lifts up and slides my cock back into her pussy. Reaching up, I play with her nipples while she's riding me. Twisting her nipple, I pull, and she reaches her orgasm. Still needing release, I flip us over and pound into her. Reaching down, I rub her clit, hoping to get at least one more orgasm out of her before I finish. A minute later, and we're both going over the edge.
Rolling over I pull her into my arms and kiss the top of her head. We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath. Thinking to myself that I have to do whatever it takes to keep her in Delway. There's no way I'll be able to let her go a second time. I don't even notice my arms tightening around her at the thought of her leaving until she makes a squeaking noise.
I easy my hold, and she looks up at me with a questioning look. I tell her I'm fine and start to pull her back into my arms when she looks at the clock and jumps up. Looking over my shoulder, I see that we've been in this room for almost two hours. We both hop in the shower. Seeing soapy water running over her body had me wanting to bend her over and fuck her all over again. Holding back that urge, we're getting out of the shower no more than ten minutes later.
I'm dressed before her, so I tell her I'll meet her downstairs. When I get down stairs Stryker, Johnny, and dad are already sitting down and eating on the back deck. I take a deep breath and walk out the door. They all look up. Stryker is smirking; her dad raises a brow at me, and Johnny asks, "Daddy, where have you been?"
I tell him I was talking to the pretty girl, and he asks, "If she was okay?" I tell him she is, and he grins and says okay. I smile back and start fixing my plate when the door opens, and Kelly walks out. Her dad asks her if she was okay. Kelly blushes and tells him she is okay. She starts to take a seat but stops when Johnny says, "I saved you a seat beside me."
His smile gets more prominent as she sits beside him. We're all eating when Johnny pulls on her shirt sleeve and tries to whisper to her. He tells her that she's pretty, and then I watch as his little face turns red when she says, "Thank you" and kisses his little cheek. Stryker leans over and tells me that it looks like I had some competition. I can't help but think at least he has good taste.
With everything that happens, I completely forgot about the dessert. So, I suggest that we go get ice cream instead. Kelly's dad says he's fine and will stay home to clean-up while the rest of us go. I'm buckling Johnny in the seatbelt when Kelly opens the door and just about tears my head off for not having him in a car seat. I tell her, he doesn't have one and I need to buy him one along with some clothes and other things but don't know what to get him. She says, "We're going shopping, and we can get dessert later.
She hops in the truck and tells Stryker the directions to some store that she knows by the mall. It was some kind of children's Boutique. The store was only supposed to be open for two more hours. Kelly asked me what he needed, and I told her he needed pretty much everything. She started looking at the prices and then looked at me saying maybe we should go somewhere else. I looked at the cost of the car seat, and it had $400 on it. I told her I could afford it and just get him everything he needed.
By the time the store was supposed to close, we were still there. Kelly wasn't kidding when She said kids needed a lot. We had already filled two carts, and she was working on a third one. When the lady seen that Kelly had three carts almost filled, we were there an hour after closing time. I never knew children needed so much stuff.
Johnny was in heaven. His eyes would light up every time she showed him something, she was getting him. After everything was rung up, it came out to be $2,576.87. Seeing the total, Kelly looked up at me, and I kissed her forehead and said, "Babe, he has to have the best, and I can afford it." Giving the woman my card, she swipes it as we begin to place the bags in the carts.
Walking out toward the middle of the parking lot, we notice people standing around and pointing. The closer we get, I realize they are looking and whispering about our truck. Yelling for people to move or risk getting run over by the cart, we push our way towards the truck. Reaching it, we see that it has been trashed. It looks like the trucks been wrecked.
The windows are busted, the tires are flat, dents and holes are in the sides of the truck, and the front lights and taillights are all busted. Looking inside, I can tell it isn't much better. But there was a note taped to the dashboard. I look back to see a worried-looking Kelly holding a scared and wide-eyed Johnny. Opening the letter, my blood turns to ice at the words written on it.
Mason,
Enjoy the happiness you have why you can. Soon I'll be taking it all away. I'm always near, so watch your back. I'll be coming for little Johnny and sweet Kelly soon. I can't wait to get my hands on her again. I have big plans for them both. But I'll be seeing you very soon.
S
Chapter 21
Kelly
Seeing the truck looking like that had me scared out of my ever-loving mind. It was like the truck had been in a wreck. Johnny started crying, and I picked him up and placed him on my hip. Rubbing his head, I rock him telling him it was going to be okay. I had no idea if it was, but I had a feeling that this was just the beginning. The look on Mason's face after reading whatever was on that paper said I was right.
I watched him hand the paper to Stryker, and then he was walking towards us looking in every direction. Seeing him doing this had my nerves skyrocketing, and I found myself doing the same thing. When he made it to us, he pulled us both into his arms like someone was going to walk up and take us at any minute. I was still looking around, and my eyes caught on one thing. A black van was just sitting at the end of the parking lot.
It looked just like the van that I thought had been following me while I was out for a run today. My
breath hitched, and I pulled away from Mason to get a better look at the van. Mason, following my line of sight, stood up straighter and began walking towards the van with his hands balled into fists. The window rolled down, and a hand came out. Not just a hand but a hand with a gun.
Next thing I know, there's a couple of loud popping noises, and everyone is yelling and running around. I'm being tackled to the ground and the only thing I can do is hold on to Johnny and pray that he and Mason are okay. My head bounces off the ground, and the breath is being knocked out of me. There's so much pain, and I'm gasping to catch my breath, but I can't seem to pull it into my lungs. Black spots dance before my eyes, and then there's nothing but total blackness.
I'm pulled out of total darkness by a rather annoying beeping sound. My eyelids feel like their glued shut. When I finally get them opened, I have to close them again because the light in the room is so bright. Opening them a little at a time gives my eyes time to adjust to see that I'm not in my room but in a hospital room. My head is pounding, and I lift my hand to feel my head, but a tug causes me to cry out in pain. Not as bad as the pain in my head but painful enough for me not to attempt it again.
I hear movement to my left, and my head swings in that direction. The sudden movement causes my vision to waver from the pain, and I feel like I'm going to throw-up. Closing my eyes, I wait for the feeling to go away before opening my eyes to see Mason is sitting in a chair beside me with is head resting on the bed. Running my hand over his hair, I watch as his head shoots up, and he stares at me wide-eyed before jumps up and pulls me into a hug. I don't protest, but fuck if it didn't make me want to cry out from the pain all over again.
Letting me go, he looks down and asks, "How do you feel?" I open my mouth to speak, but my throat is so dry that I end up having a coughing fit. He pulls me some water, and when it touches my throat, I sigh in relief. Looking around the room, I about to ask where Johnny and my Dad are when the door opens, and they walk in. They both rush over to the bed.
Johnny pushes Mason out of the way in his rush to climb on the bed. I smile because he's too short to climb up and has to ask Mason for help. Picking him up, Mason sits him on the bed beside me. Johnny looks at me with watery eyes and points at the bandage around my head. Then he says, "You have an Ouchy." I nod a little, not wanting the pain to come back.
Then he lays beside me and wraps his arms around me. Wrapping my arms around him too, I looked up to see Mason staring at us with a thoughtful look on his handsome face. I wish I were a mind reader, so I'd know what he was thinking. Looking towards Dad, he reaches out and cups my face in both hands before leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead. Sitting up, he looks me in the eyes and says, "Baby girl, you scared the hell out of me. I don't know what I would have done if I lost you too."
I know daddy, and I'm sorry. Looking to Mason, I ask, "What happened? Why do I feel like my head was used as someone's punching bag?" Taking a seat, he asks, "What do you remember?" I tell him I remember us shopping and leaving the store only to find the truck looking like it had been in a wreck. Then he goes towards a van and hearing a popping noise. After that, it's all blank.
Running his fingers through his hair, he says, "Whoever was driving the van shot up the parking lot. Two people are dead, and six were injured. I suspect they are the same people who destroyed the truck. As for your head, Stryker tackled you and Johnny to the ground when they started shooting. Your head bounced off the pavement, and you blacked out not long after."
Looking at my Dad, I ask, "How long have I been out?" he tells me I've been here for two days. Then he kisses my head before saying, "I'm going to go find you a doctor. Let them know you're awake. They said they wanted to run another CAT scan when you woke up to make sure everything was okay."
Nodding my head, I watch as he makes a dash for the door and hurrying down the hall. Turning back towards Mason, I ask about the letter he found in the car. Raising a brow, he says, "You remember the letter? I didn't think you remembered it when you didn't mention it earlier. Besides, it's nothing for you to worry about. I'm handling it."
I stare for a minute to see if I should ask more about the letter. I can tell it meant more to Mason than he's letting on. I had seen the look on his face after reading it. It was worry and anger. And if I didn't know better, I would say that whatever was in that letter had to do with either me or Johnny. Because when he wrapped his arms around and tighten them, it was like he was trying to keep someone from snatching us away from him. But looking at that expressionless look on his face now has a shiver running down my spine because it the same look he gave me all those years ago. So instead of asking more questions, I nod and close my eyes, hoping for oblivion.
Chapter 22
Kelly
I must've falling asleep because when I wake up again, I'm alone, and it's completely dark outside. I go to grab the IV stand so I can go to the bathroom and notice that they're taking it out already. Damn, I can't believe I slept through that. Rubbing the back of my hand, I get up and make my way to the bathroom. There's enough light coming through the window to lighten my way.
I turn the light on, and I almost have a heart attack. My hair looks like a bird has made a nest in it. I've been sitting here with a bird's nest on my head, and no one has even said a word. The gauze around my head isn't helping at all. It's was is holding it all up on my head.
Turning from the mirror, I use the bathroom then walk back to the sink. Reaching up, I start to unravel the gauze so I can see what I have to work with. I know I have stitches because I can feel them. But what I didn't expect to see was the big bald spot where they were put in. Upon seeing it, I completely lost it.
I cursed every doctor and nurse who has touched my head since I got here. The fucker's cut my hair in a way that's going to have me wearing my hair in a ponytail for months. No more letting my her down for a while. I was still cussing up a storm when I walked out of the bathroom to find a man stand at the foot of my bed reading my chart.
Mumbling to myself about, fucking doctors and how they should have someone shave their head and see how they like it. I make my way to my bed and wait for the doctor to start talking. But he just kept on studying my chart. Deciding he saw a rude bastard, I laid down and closed my eyes. Fuck, why do every doctor I meet seem to be high strung these days?
I'm just starting to drift off when I hear his footsteps. Opening my eyes, I see him walk towards the door and look back. He reaches for the door handle, and I watch as he closes the door and locks it. Sitting up quickly, I reach for the call button beside my pillow, but it's not there. Not seeing it, I'm about to roll over to the other side of the bed when he reaches out and clamps a hand around my ankle.
I lift my other foot ready to kick out at his hand when out of nowhere, he stabs me in the leg with a needle. I can feel my eyes water, and I have to bite my cheek to stop from crying out. Looking up at the man who has just stabbed me with a fucking needle, I notice he has a wicked-looking scar running down his left cheek. He's built like Mason, but he's a smaller version. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. Hell, if I didn't know better, I would say he was my brother.
With that thought, my stomach drops, and I'm sure all the blood drains from my face. Because I know exactly who he is. Steven has finally come for me. Izzy had really told him, and from the smile that creeps upon his face, he knows I do too. "You know who I am?" When I don't answer and continue to stare, he yanks out the needle and plunges it back in. I swear I felt it hit a bone that time.
Nodding my head because I can't seem to find my voice in that moment, I watch as he takes the needle out again, and this time, I can't hold back the whimper that leaves my throat. I feel him run his hand up the inside of my leg, and it takes everything in me not to lash out at him. I grab hold of the bed rails just so I'll have something to keep my hands busy. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him run his fingers over my covered pussylips.
Holding my breath and squeezing my eyes shut, I try to go som
ewhere else in my mind. Someplace where it's safe, and Steven's not there. Leaning down, he gets in my eyesight and says, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about our night together? About how good it felt when I was inside you."
Whimpering, I turn my head and stare out the window as I feel his hand skims up my stomach before grazing the underside of my breast. Kissing my neck, he says, "I've been thinking about you for the past ten years. The way you felt on my cock. I'll have you as mine and mine alone. There'll never be a day that you won't be in my bed. Do you hear me?"
When I don't answer, he pulls back and slaps me across the face so hard that I taste blood. Nodding my head, I blink back the tears. Running his hand down the side of my face, he wrapped it around my throat and began to squeeze. With my air being cut off, I finally let go of the railing and start clawing at his wrist, trying to remove it from my throat.
I'm starting to see black spots when he finally let's go. Kissing me, he pushes his tongue down my throat and palms my breast. Letting go, he starts walking towards the door. Right before he walks out, he looks back and says, "I'll be seeing you soon, baby." After he left, I sat there too afraid to go back to sleep in case he came back.
As soon as the sun was shining, I was up and out of bed in search of a doctor. I was ready to get the hell away from this hospital and back to my dad's. By ten-thirty, I had already had my CAT scan, I was dressed, and sitting in a wheelchair ready to leave by the time Mason, Johnny, and my dad walked through the door. As soon as they walked in, I told them I was ready to go. I was already in the process of rolling myself out the door when my dad stopped me and said, "I'll go sign you out. Wait here."
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