by Goode, Ella
“No. After I got out of the Army, I wanted space. I didn’t particularly care where. A buddy of mine told me that there were about five thousand acres for sale up here so I bought it and moved here with my truck and Blue. A few months later, Cyn showed up with a friend of hers. The ex was a cop who was able to track her everywhere and so the friend needed to get off the grid.”
“You all stayed in the cabin?” She’s stopped picking the comforter apart and is leaning toward me, interested in my story and not so afraid of being in my bedroom.
I keep talking. “Nope. Cyn’s friend was scared, so I slept out in the truck and they took the cabin. After a couple days, I went and bought a trailer. That friend told another friend about our place and it kind of snowballed from there. When I started building the cabins outside, I had them add onto the main space with this upstairs.”
Hayden nods as if this all makes sense to her. I push away from the dresser and take a step toward her. My dick’s hard and my teeth ache from want. I need her. I’m about to reach for her when my phone buzzes. It’s one of my special alerts, too. Instantly, I go on guard.
Hayden doesn’t miss a thing. “What is it?”
I fish my phone from my pocket. “I don’t know. Yeah, King here.”
“There’s someone at the gate,” Pippa, the night security guard, says.
“Male someone or female someone?” I cast a regretful look toward Hayden. Her virginity is going to remain intact for a while longer.
“Looks like a mother and her teenage son. They’re arguing. I think he wants her to go inside but she won’t get out of the car.”
A teenage son? “Hold on.” I hold a phone to my chest. I’ve seen a picture of the asshole that hassled the doc and he’s pushing fifty. But, Hayden brought up some dude a couple of times.
“Could Ethan pass as a teenager?”
Hayden frowns. “No. Not in any way. If anything he looks ten years older because he drinks and smokes constantly. Why?”
“There’s someone at the gate who doesn’t have an invite.”
“Oh? I don’t think it’s him. No one is going to mistake him for a teenager but beyond that he wouldn’t ever chase after me.”
I doubt that. If I had an inkling I’d lose Hayden, I’d follow her anywhere.
“The mom is pretty distraught. I asked her who gave her our address but she refused to say. Instead, the boy gave me the number.”
We have a code—a sort of secret SOS. In order to keep the place safe, people who come up here have to give us a passcode. It’s my mother’s date of birth.
“I’ll be out.” I tuck the phone into my pocket and head for the closet for my gun and a coat.
“Can I come with?” Asks Hayden.
I pull on the shoulder harness. It shouldn’t be dangerous, but I don’t know the people at the gate. “Best if you don’t.” The gun’s chamber is empty when I check and the magazine is full. I shove the gun into the holster and shrug on my jacket.
“If I stayed with you, is that how it would be? I’d stay in the cabin with an apron on while you did all the important things?”
I briefly lose consciousness at the image of Hayden wearing an apron and nothing else. “I probably wouldn’t get anything done if all you wore was an apron,” I reply when I regather my wits. “I’d bend you over and fuck you against every flat surface. Hell, it wouldn’t even need to be flat.”
“I’m serious.”
And she is. Her face is set in somber lines and there’s a glint in her eyes that tells me I better get the answer right.
“I need you to be safe. That’s the most important thing to me.”
“It’s a mom and a teenage boy. How terrible could it be?”
That’s how she convinces me and now that we’re standing outside the gate with Hayden on my right and Pippa on my left, I realize it was a mistake. If I didn’t have witnesses, maybe I would have just strong-armed the boy aside, gotten into the car and driven up to an empty cabin. But now I got a boy who is feeling cornered, a scared as hell mom, a security officer who is feeling pressured and a bewildered civilian. It’s a good thing we live out in the boonies or we’d have the local police on our doorstep for causing a disturbance.
The boy raises the shotgun again. “Don’t come near me,” he screams.
I raise my hands even higher. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
“I thought this was a safe place! They said it was a safe place!”
“It is.”
“Why you all have guns then?” He swings the barrel between me and Pippa.
“Lay it on the ground, Pips,” I order.
“Not while he has a 12 gauge pointed in our direction.”
“This isn’t good,” Hayden says.
“I know. Get into the truck and drive back to the cabin.” It’s hard to keep the growl out of my voice.
“Not them. Him.”
I follow her outstretched hand to see it pointing toward a white SUV pulling up in the snow. A man’s behind the wheel. The sound of another engine’s breaks diverts the kid’s attention. I jump forward and tackle him. The shotgun skitters out of his hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Pippa snatch it up. The mom gets out of the car, runs over to us and starts to pummel my back.
“Get off him. Get off my son!”
Somehow, over the din, I hear Hayden say, “Ethan?”
Chapter Sixteen
Hayden
I watch my sister check over the teenage boy, Isaac. I know he shouldn't have had a gun but I feel proud of him for wanting to protect his mom.
“No more guns.” Danny tells him as she puts a bandage over his elbow where he scraped it during his fall. The entire situation had been scary but the bravery that this young man had showed was commendable.
“It was my father’s. I took it.” He admits.
“You got any more we should know about?” I beat my sister to the question. He shakes his head no.
“I did what I had to.” He puffs out his chest some. It is stupid but I get it. King comes strolling in with a look of understanding for the boy’s actions on his face, too. Seeing King in his element and how he’d handled everything that went down has only made me want to be here with him more.
I don’t know why I’m fighting this King thing. Me continuing to pretend that it is only going to be sex and then I am going to be on my way is not working anymore. That plan now sounds ridiculous to me. King is the kind of man you marry. One that you keep and cherish. I am only lucky that no one had up and took him for themselves already. The care and concern that he shows for strangers is commendable. Imagine how he’d be with his own family. Thoughts of having his baby run through my mind. It’s something that I never really thought much about but he makes me want all the things.
“I’ll teach you about gun safety but you won’t be needing them while you’re here. As you can see no one makes it past our gates unless we let them in.” The boy nods, mumbling another apology. He is as scared as his mother. He’s just a little bit better at hiding it.
“We can stay though? You’ll keep my mom safe?”
“Of course.” I answer for King who aims a smile my way, letting me know he appreciated me answering for him like I owned the place. “We have a cabin for you.” I think we do anyway. I remember a few being empty.
“We do.” King agrees with me. Danny pulls down the sleeve of Isaac’s sweater covering up the bandage.
“Might hurt a little more tomorrow. Nothing a little Advil won’t cure.”
“Thanks.” Isaac stands. “Can I see my mom now?”
“I’ll take you to her.” Cyn says stepping into the room next. She’d gone off with the boy’s mom for a talk. King and Pippa has disappeared somewhere with Ethan. I was ordered to stay with my sister to help her if she needed it. I’m not great with being ordered around but the look on King’s face had told me that it wasn’t the time to smart off. It is clear to me that Cyn and King know what they are doing around here. I would stay out o
f their way and do what I could to help when they told me.
Cyn guides Isaac out, leaving just Danny, King and I in the small medical room. She cleans up a few of her supplies putting them away. It’s quiet in the room besides her opening and closing drawers.
“I can get more stuff. Just make a list.” King tells her finally breaking the silence in the room. All of us are on edge with everything that happened. I can tell he’s still on edge.
“What the fuck is Ethan doing here?” Danny ignores King’s words folding her arms over her chest. Yeah, I was wondering that, too. After King got the boy under control and told his mom he was there to keep them safe he cuffed Ethan. I’m not sure that’s legal or anything but he’d done it. Then he’d shoved him into the back of a car that Pippa took off in. Now I have no idea, not only what Ethan is doing here, but where they took him.
“Looks like you might not be the only one with a stalker.” King’s eyes pin me with a look.
“Me?” I point to myself. “I wouldn't call you a stalker, King.” I joke. He doesn't smile at my small tease. Then it hits me. “What? Are you saying Ethan is stalking me?” I thought it was Danny who was being stalked, not me. This doesn’t make sense. I never even considered that Ethan would contemplate stalking me.
“Why else would he be here?” Danny mumbles sounding disgusted.
“How did he even find me?” No one knew where I was going. As soon as I got my sister’s letter I was out the door and on my way here. I only told my boss that I’d be gone for awhile. That I didn't know when I’d be back. I didn’t even disclose to him where I was going.
“He has a tracker on your car.” King supplies. With each second that passes, he seems to be getting more angry. I’m not real sure what to say to his response. I should likely be freaked out but I know King isn't going to let anything happen to me. I also know that King is probably only holding on by a thin string when it comes to losing his control, so I try to remain as calm as possible. Knowing that if he sees me upset, it will not end up well for Ethan.
“I don’t know why he’d track me. We hardly talk. All he wants is in my pants.” My words do not help the anger rolling off King one bit.
“He might have popped off at the mouth about wanting to be your first.” King finally gives. I can tell he didn't want to tell me that.
“I’m guessing you popped him in the mouth for that.” Danny smiles. Her eyes go to King’s hand. I look there, too, and see his knuckles are all red.
“Lets just say we came to an understanding.”
“Is he dead?” I whisper. “The ground is way too hard to bury any bodies right now. You’ll need a lake and some chicken wire.”
My sister lets out a small laugh from beside me. She was the one who told me that you have to wrap a body in chicken wire before you throw it in the lake so it won’t float back up to the top. It is a disgusting yet rather cool thing to know. I didn't realize that you learned these things in medical school but I guess you do.
“He’s handled.” King reaches for me, pulling me into his warm body. “Like I said. We came to an understanding. He won’t be back.”
“Is it always this eventful around here?” Danny asks, as she takes her stethoscope off, placing it on the counter.
“Not normally but we can have people show up randomly. You never know.”
“I’m staying.” Danny tells King. She looks at me thinking I’m going to protest but I’m not. I’m staying too. “Now you have to convince my sister to stay.” She tells King while she moves her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. She smiles at both of us before she heads out of the room leaving us alone.
“How are you going to convince me to stay?” I put my hands on my hips.
“No convincing needed.” He is right about that one. “You’re staying.” I let out a small scream as he throws me over his shoulder. “I’m just going to show you how good it’s going to be here for you.”
The nervous jitters that I felt when I’d gone to his bedroom hours ago are gone. King is my man. He takes care of me and I know he’ll make my first time one I’ll never forget.
I’d come here searching for my sister and in the meantime I’d found my home.
Chapter Seventeen
King
“I’m gonna talk you through this.” I press a kiss on her forehead and then her nose, her cheeks and finally a lingering one against her lips. Despite the orgasms she had with my fingers and tongue, the prospect of my dick inside her tiny vagina is making her nervous. “It’ll fit,” I reassure her.
I reach down and position my cock at her opening. “I’m breaching you right now. Just the tip is going in. See how good that feels?”
I wait for her body to adjust. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” she says breathily and the sound of her sexy voice makes me want to burst.
“Okay, now you’re going to wiggle your ass until my dick is kissing your womb.”
She chokes out a laugh but does as I order. She squirms and sighs and slides until I’m halfway in. I bite down on my inner cheek to keep from exploding. She’s so fucking hot and her cunt is so fucking tight that I want to cry like a baby.
“That’s good. Real good, Slick.” I rub a soothing hand up her back. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” she answers, her lips red and wet from her tongue. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed and I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful. I brush my hand across her cheek and peel some of her hair away from her skin. “You’re...big,” she says.
My cock flexes in response. “It’s exactly the right size for you. Look at how your pussy is sucking me in.” I ease back on my knees and pull her forward so she can take in the same erotic view that I’m seeing—her plush pussy lips wrapped around my hard shaft that’s slowly disappearing inside her body. “Sexy as fuck,” I rasp, rubbing her clit lightly as she pulses around me.
“One of these days when you’re not so tiny and snug, I’m going to fuck you up against the wall. I’m not even going to allow you to take your coat off. I’m going to turn you around, press your cheek against the wall, pull down your pants and ram my cock into you so hard you can feel the head in your throat.”
She shudders and creams at my words. I slide in another inch. “You like that idea, don’t you? I can feel you getting wetter. You’re practically dripping all over me. Tell me what else you like.”
Hayden grabs my neck, her nails raking over my skin. “You...in...me…,” are her breathless words. “Stop...teasing.” She bares her teeth, hooks her leg around my hip and pulls me forward.
I slam home and the feeling of that wet, hot cunt surrounding my throbbing, aching cock sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head. The little control I had been hanging onto disappears. The urge to drive pulses at the base of my spine. “Hold on,” I grit out. I wrap one hand around her ass and my other around her shoulders, bracing her in place as I hammer into her.
Her head falls back and her mouth parts. I dive forward and capture her pulse between my teeth. I’m going to mark her here and then when I’m done fucking her, I’m going to suck bruises all over her skin—on her tits, her stomach, her thighs. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Hayden chants, keeping time with my thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet suck of her cunt as it accepts the force of my power.
“You gotta come for me, Slick. I need you to come for me now.” My orgasm presses down hard on me. I’m ready to explode. I’m ready to spill a gallon of seed inside her drenched channel. A curse word slips from her mouth as the first wave of pleasure sweeps over her. It’s harder, more intense than the release she had with my fingers and tongue. Her cunt clamps down on my dick and her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I’m going to have marks there tomorrow. It’s gonna be sweet.
I come with a shout. My sperm jetting into her like a knotted hose that’s just been unblocked. I come so hard that my balls ache and my dick feels raw. It’s fucking
glorious.
We both fall to the sheets, me twisting onto my back and letting her land on my chest. I whisper things to her, nonsense things, telling her how sweet she is, how good she feels, how much I love her.
“You love me?” She pulls her head back, surprise giving her the strength she didn’t have a moment ago.
I squint at her in confusion. “‘Course I do.”
“Oh.” It’s a small word.
“Did you think I didn’t?” That’s flabbergasting to me.
The small word is followed by a small shrug. “I thought you just wanted to have sex and then maybe you just wanted to keep me because you were in the market.”
“In the market?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “I don’t run around asking to keep random women. I’ve never been in the market. You created the market.”
“How am I supposed to know that?” She frowns. “It’s not like you said anything.”
I scratch my chest. Surely, I told her I loved her and that’s why I was claiming her.
“Well, you didn’t you big dummy,” she says, reading my mind. She punches me in the shoulder.
I accept that because I am a big dummy if I hadn’t said I loved her before. I pull her frame against mine, trapping her head against my shoulder with my big mitt. “I’m saying it now. I love you, Hayden, and you’re mine so don’t think about leaving me. I’ll just chase you down.”
“I’m not leaving you. I just got here.”
I slap her ass. “You better not leave me ever. Since you’re mine, it’s my job to protect you.” I roll her over and cage her between my arms. I don’t know what drives a man to hurt a woman. All I feel toward Hayden is full-on protectiveness. If a spider crawled in here and scared her, I’d fight the spider. If an alien with ten arms and more power than a nuke came after us, I’d fight the alien. No one is ever harming Hayden while I have breath in my body. “I love you. Now say it back.”
A smug, mischievous smile appears. “Or what will you do?”