by Dani Wyatt
Her eyes open to slits, her pupils dilated and unfocused.
“Okay. I promise.” She murmurs, her hair a tangled mess around her head.
I think twice before I say what’s next, but decide I need her to know.
“Teah.” I slip my hands from behind her back and push myself up slightly onto my elbows, so our eyes are clearly connected. “You may think I’m insane. I saw us. I saw this.”
She tilts her head to the side, half squinting one eye. “I don’t think you’re insane. I...” She trails off so I continue.
“I keep having these visions.” I press on. “And while I was carrying you through the woods, I saw this. Us together, exactly like this. I can’t explain it. It’s never happened to me before. But my mind is filled with us. Like a movie playing constantly. I knew I would make love to you. I knew I would make you mine, just as real as this is now. I saw it all. Please, don’t think I’m a madman. I just want you to know because it’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
My heart beats hard against my chest as I wait for her reaction.
The squint in her eyes turns to a softness and she brings her hands to my cheeks.
“You know what?”
I shake my head, steadying myself for whatever comes next.
“I saw it too. When you were carrying me. Then this. How can that be?” Her eyes are soft, searching.
“I don’t know. But I do know I don’t want it to ever stop.”
WE LIE TOGETHER, EXHAUSTED, Teah breathing softly as the sun crests the horizon though the trees outside of the cabin window. The scent of the fire still fills the space, along with the heady scent of sex from our bodies and her flavor still lingering on my lips, my body, my face.
I couldn’t get enough. My dick did not settle until just an hour ago when Teah nearly passed out and hyperventilated from the orgasms.
She’d taken me in her mouth, and I spun her body around to eat her dripping cunt in a marathon sixty-nine that had me filling her throat while she gushed in my mouth.
She came so hard she couldn’t breathe, and it took me a good five minutes to calm her down and settle her next to me.
I took her into the small cabin bathroom and ran the tub with warm water. Eased her into it to soothe her sore pussy. After that, I lay her in the bed, ate her slowly and sweetly until she said the throbbing eased. I placed warm cloths between her legs until her eyes drooped and her body melted into the soft bedding.
Now she sleeps, and every moment she seems more beautiful than the last. Her chest rises and falls slowly as I slip out of bed and half stumble to the small kitchen to get us some coffee and water.
I fed her during the night. Scrambled eggs, because it’s one of the only things I can cook that won’t kill someone. I took each forkful and brought it to her lips, wanting to be the one that provided her the sustenance she needed. Basking in the possessive beast that is now awake, that wants to make her rely on me, need me, never think of a day without me ever again.
As I cross the small living room toward the kitchen, I reach down into my duffel bag and pull out my cell.
The only calls or messages I’ve replied to were Beverly’s asking if I was okay. I told her I was alive, and I would be in touch. That was it.
Her reply was kind, understanding, and told me she would be there when I needed her.
Now as I look at the screen, it’s crowded with texts and missed calls from everyone that wants a piece of me and is worried about their bottom line. Ten alone from my agent, letting me know that if I don’t come back soon, my tour will be cancelled, my next studio album will be in the shitter and the two movie contracts that are waiting for my signatures will be withdrawn. He’s full of shit.
Even so, you know what that made me feel?
Nothing.
No, not nothing. I felt relieved.
The messages started out with concern, but the more recent ones are now curt and some are nearly violent with their outrage, their frustration that I could take my life into my own hands and just cut out for twenty-four hours.
Who the fuck can’t survive twenty-four hours without someone?
Me. I can’t survive twenty-four hours without her.
But that’s a different story.
All the messages and voicemails only solidify what I felt when I walked out of that meeting. And now, with Teah in my life, I could never expose her to this kind of life. She’s pure, innocent, and something tells me the oppression of my kind of celebrity would ruin her.
Ruin us.
The idea that she has no knowledge of who I am intrigues me and I look forward to knowing everything about this mysterious girl who seems to have no connection to what most in this world find important.
I shoot Beverly another quick message. Again, just telling her I’m okay and I’m sorry if my disappearance is making her life hell, because I know it must be.
I also know she can handle it, which is why she’s the only person in this world I trust. She runs my life. Knows nearly everything about every contract, business venture and the inner workings of all things Lachlan Marcus.
She takes her paycheck, of course. It’s generous, yes, but she has refused on more occasions than I can count to take advantage of any opportunities to profit from being in my inner circle. She’s refused the house I tried to buy her, the car, and so many other gestures that I thought would show her how much I valued our working relationship and her loyalty.
Turns out, monetary gifts are not what communicate gratitude to everyone in this world.
Walking back into the bedroom, I stand in the doorway and watch Teah sleep. I’m not sure how long I stand there, it seems like forever and a minute all at the same time.
When she stirs, she throws an arm up and over her head where her wild auburn hair splays out. She’s laying on her back on the white sheet, exposing her incredible breasts as a streak of warm sunlight cuts through the room and lands on her face.
A vision overtakes me and I have to put my hand out to steady myself on the doorframe.
I let it play over and over in my mind, hoping beyond hope that this vision will also come true.
Because, it’s time I make her mine in every way.
8
Teah
“IS THIS REAL?” I ASK, unsure if I’m lost in one of my visions or not.
“Yes, my Little Wolf. It’s very real.”
I reach up and run my fingers down Lock’s chest as he dries my hair with a towel. I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, where he’s carried me after a bath to sit in front of the fire. We made love for hours again and my body is marked and sore.
“I’m beginning to have a hard time distinguishing between reality and these visions. You know?”
“I do know. Like I said before, it’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Strange? Not wonderful? Not amazing?” I smile and twist my lips to the side.
“Strange and amazing. Strange doesn’t mean bad. Just surreal.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head, tossing the towel over the back of the sofa.
He’s naked as well after taking the bath with me and whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things in my ear the entire time. When we were done, he stood me up and dried us both off, then went down on his knees and ordered me to put my pussy on his face, where he proceeded to eat me until my legs nearly gave out and I’d lost track of the number of orgasms.
Now, he’s standing here naked, his cock jutting upward and he reaches down to stroke himself in front of me.
“You look beautiful, especially with me all over you.” His hand runs up and down the thick shaft and I look from his eyes to the movement and back again. “I don’t want you to ever be without me. Marks, scent, everything. From now on, you will wear me every day.”
There are bites and small bruises that dot my flesh from his harsh grip; from his teeth as well as when he brought his open hand down on my upturned rear end while he took me from behind. I came so
hard I spoke in tongues.
To my surprise, I cup my tits in my hands and look up at him. “I want to wear more of you.”
His eyes narrow and darken as his hand strokes faster and faster. “Get ready then.” He charges and I lean forward, feeling the warm, sticky release coat my skin. He cums on my chest and it drips down my belly, between my legs. Part of me wants to watch its trail, but I keep my eyes on his face instead, amazed at how much I enjoy watching his pleasure show there.
When he’s finished, he reaches down and palms the side of my head, rubbing his fingers through my damp hair.
“Now, rub that in. Don’t waste any.” His voice is thick and commanding and I bring both my hands to do as he says, massaging his thick seed into my skin as he smiles down with approval in his eyes.
“Such a good girl.”
“I try.” I giggle at how those simple words make my heart flutter.
We gather our clothes and he helps me dress before I do the same for him. He holds my hand and pulls me to the kitchen, lifting me up to sit on the counter while he makes us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Just like my vision.
“So, how did you end up here?” I ask.
He turns, looking at me as he spreads grape jelly over the bread with peanut butter on it. “I walked into the bus station, went to the counter, asked which was the next bus leaving, they said one to Chaplain. I paid for my ticket and here I am.”
Shock bolts through me and my face must show it because Lock stops working on the sandwich in his hand and stares at me.
“What is it?” He draws his brows together.
“That’s exactly what I did.” I swallow and lick my lips before continuing. “I wanted to get away. I’d lived with my parents my whole life in a...” I pause, rocking my head back and forth, trying to find the right words, “an unconventional life. Sort of isolated, cut off. And I wanted to see some of the world from a different perspective. But, I did the same thing. Went to the bus station and took the next bus out, wherever it was going, and that’s how I got here.”
“How long have you been living here?”
“Just about four months.”
“And where are your parents?”
“They live on some land right now in Northern Michigan.”
“Wow, you’re a long way from home.”
I think about that for a minute before answering. “I’ve never felt like I had a home. We moved once a year at least. Like I said, it was unconventional. No cell phones, no TV. We were on the road a lot. Homeschooled. We traveled with a...group...a lot of times. Especially when I was younger. Same sort of people. I guess you’d call my parents survivalists.” I take a breath, meeting his eyes before I say any more. “Conspiracy theory, end of days sort of deal. They don’t, well, trust the culture. They think politicians, entertainers, the news media...all of that is just a conspiracy to keep us from seeing what’s real and everyone involved is in on it. The evils of the world. They wanted to always move somewhere out of the country, just never quite got around to it.”
“Ah,” he says, as if that answers some sort of question. “Interesting way to grow up.” He looks at me sort of funny, and I can’t place what he is thinking. But I don’t see any judgment there. “So that explains the lack of a phone.”
I shrug. “Yep. I guess I haven’t caught up to the world yet. How about you? Where did you grow up? Are your parents still alive? Are you close?”
He keeps his eyes on the sandwich work as he answers. “I grew up outside of Indianapolis. A very average life. My parents are both gone. They had me late in life, gave me a solid upbringing.”
“No brothers or sisters?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. No other family, really. They were both only children, like me.”
For the fourth time since we came to the kitchen, I hear a muted ringing coming from his duffel bag which is on the floor by the front door.
“I think someone is trying to call you.”
I see him take a deep breath as he turns and hands me a sandwich on a small white plate, then stands next to me with his own in his hand.
“Yep. My life isn’t as simple as yours.” His words sound sad.
“What do you do?” I take a bite of the sandwich and cover my lips with my fingers as I chew.
“Oh, I’m a jack of many trades, let’s say. I dabble in a few different businesses. But, I’m on a sabbatical right now. Reevaluating things.”
I nod as I swallow the simple but delicious food. “I guess that’s sort of what I’m doing. Do you want to answer that?”
He shakes his head. “No, but I probably should. I’m sorry, just give me a minute, okay?”
I nod, taking another bite of my sandwich and a twinge of doubt hits me as he walks over, kisses me gently on the lips and then moves over to dig into his bag and get his phone. He steps outside and I wonder why he can’t take the call in front of me.
I try to be logical. We are practically strangers, and even though there’s this strange thing going on between us, his not wanting to talk in front of me puts into perspective the cold facts about how little we know about each other.
What if he’s married? Or has a girlfriend?
My stomach turns over on itself and I do what I can to push the thought away.
I finish my sandwich, looking out the window at him pacing the front yard at the cabin, talking to someone. He doesn’t look happy, he runs a hand back and forth over the top of his head and I hop down from the counter as I watch him stuff the phone into his back pocket, put both his hands on the tops of his thighs and bend at the waist for a long moment before standing up, taking a deep breath and heading back to the cabin.
A moment later, he’s back through the front door and I press a smile to my lips. “Everything okay?”
“Are you still here?” He smiles and comes over to where I’m sitting on the sofa, then reaches down and runs a hand down my hair, raising his eyebrows, waiting for my answer.
“It seems so.”
“Then everything is okay.”
9
Lachlan
God, I hate lying to her.
Telling her everything is okay when it’s so far from okay.
I guess the weight of what is going on in my life outside of this oasis with Teah was always bound to rear its ugly head. I may think I can just walk away and start this new life, this life I see with her, but the truth is I have so much going on I can’t just leave it all behind. There’s too many people that will suffer if I implode.
It doesn’t help that she’s spent the last half hour answering more of my questions about her life before she came here to Chaplain. She grew up with a loathing for exactly who I am. Rock star, actor, capitalist, wealthy...all those things spell distrust to her and her family and I’m not sure how I can erase my past enough to be the man she could live with.
Still, whatever this is between us, I know I can’t walk away. I’ll do anything to figure it out. I’ll leave who I am behind if I can just figure out how.
“That enough to eat for you?” I brush her hair back behind her ear and she pushes the last bite of her sandwich between her lips and nods. She’s wearing one of my white T-shirts and nothing else. Her face is natural and glowing. Nipples pressing out on the thin fabric, calling for me to taste them.
Her tongue darts out to lick a bit of strawberry jelly from the corner of her lips and my cock twitches.
Unable to hold myself back, I bring my hands to her neck, slipping them behind and upward to take her hair between my fingers as I think of all the places I want to feel her lips on me. Her scent is swirling around us, making me crazed. She smells like rose petals and a fresh breeze as her full lips curve and she flashes me the sweetest fucking smile.
“I think you should kiss me.” She winks and the control I’ve been fighting to hold onto slips away.
“I think you’re right.”
She moans as our mouths crash together and my tongue slips inside her lip
s, finding hers and licking along its length to the tip. Desire overwhelms me and I feel cum leak out of the tip of my cock. Our kiss turns frantic then, and when we finally pull back we are both out of breath and it feels like a spring is wound too tight in my gut.
Teah presses her lips tight together and I see worry in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“This all feels so right. But, I mean...” She trails off and her eyes fall to the floor.
“Baby, if you have any worries, any doubts or fears, you need to share that with me. I’m not a perfect man, I’ll screw up for sure, but I’ll always want to know what you’re feeling. Always want to know if I can help. If I’ve done something that hurt you. So, tell me what’s going on.”
I caress the back of her neck with my fingers until her green eyes slide upward again and meet mine.
“You could break my heart.” Her words are so honest they nearly break mine.
“You see that swamp out back there?” I tip my head toward the window, where just beyond the tree line is a wetland.
Teah glances out, then back at me and there’s confusion in her face as she nods, her hands coming up to hook over my forearms.
“I’ll be facedown in that swamp before that ever happens, Little Wolf. Your heart is mine to protect, not to break. I promise you. I can’t believe how I feel for you. It’s something I never dreamed could happen. Never understood before you. I’ll guard your heart with everything I have, Teah.”
There’s a moment of doubt in her face before it softens and she drops her hands, looping them around my waist as she presses her softness into me.
“Then, I’d like to continue with our kiss. And...” Innocence blushes on her cheeks before she finishes. “Maybe we could make use of that rug in front of the fire.”
I’ve got her off her feet in an instant, swinging her around as I step us toward the fireplace with her giggling and yelping. As I hold her, I press the length of my erection into her softness, making sure she feels the effect she has on me.
I set her feet down on the rug in front of the fire and step back, admiring what’s mine.