On Deadly Ground (Dan & Chloe Book 2)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  ‘Fuckable achieved,’ she stated.

  Chloe walked (actually she waddled but it was still the sexiest waddle imaginable) over to the dress. She slipped it from the peg, it took her a few minutes, but she eventually managed to get it on.

  Chloe turned to face the mirror. She adjusted the shimmering black dress, and as far as maternity dresses went it was damn sexy.

  Chloe loved how it emphasised her swollen belly before flaring out around her ass. It was short, so short in fact that her stocking tops were clearly visible, as was a lot of each suspender strap.

  Chloe didn’t care about how revealing the dress was, when Tile or whoever found her, she would be long past caring what they could or couldn’t see.

  The dress was rippled in horizontal folds and the plunging neck-line showed ample cleavage, breast and bra. Chloe knew that Dan would have been all over her (and her breasts) like a rash.

  Chloe found the black jewelled necklace, a gift that Dan had bought for her on her last birthday. She ran her fingertips over the black diamonds, the gems sparkled beneath the lights. The black diamond was a rarity, some said they were a myth, but here she was with a necklace full of them. She adjusted the necklace until it sat deep between her breasts.

  Chloe sprayed her throat and the exposed slopes of her breasts with Dan’s favourite perfume. She picked up her engagement and wedding rings and slipped them on to the correct fingers.

  Chloe walked over to immense shoe closet and she chose a pair of black sparkling high heels. Chloe walked across the room in her stockinged feet and switched the lights off.

  Chloe headed down the hallway, her high heels were still clutched in her left hand, in her condition walking in the five inch heels was out of the question. She would slip them on to her feet once she was seated and ready.

  Chloe reached the hidden arsenal, she opened the door and stared at the security keypad.

  A strange sensation washed over her, she felt the stirrings of doubt, and she quickly forced those feelings down.

  Chloe entered the code and the hidden door opened, she stepped inside the small room and walked over to one the cabinets. She pressed her right thumb against the fingerprint scanner and the drawer slid open.

  Chloe chose a Glock and removed the gun from the foam lining. She put her heels down on top of the cabinet. Chloe looked down at the Glock in her hands. She ejected the clip, it was fully loaded and she slapped the clip back in to the Glock’s grip. She worked the slide and chambered a round. Chloe safetied the weapon and closed the drawer.

  Chloe picked up her heels and exited the room, she closed everything behind her. Chloe headed down the sweeping staircase, she walked through to the expansive living room.

  Chloe switched on the expensive sound system. She quickly located Neil Diamond’s “Home Before Dark” album, she slid the disc in to the machine and pressed play. She walked back out in to the hallway, she opened the front door and as Diamond’s husky voice filled the air she stepped out on to the porch.

  Chloe left the front door open and she sat down on the swing seat that she and Dan had always favoured. They would spend hours watching the landscape before them, the vista never got tiresome.

  Chloe smiled when she tried to count the amount of times that they had fucked on this swing seat – she had to give up, there were far too many occasions for her to recall.

  Chloe managed to set the high heels down on the wooden flooring. She could feel the under-the-floor heating system warming her stockinged feet. She spent a troublesome two minutes slipping her feet in to the high heels. Chloe was grateful that her ankles hadn’t swelled during her pregnancy, she put this down to her genetics, her mother had great genes.

  Chloe wiped a tear from the corner of her left eye.

  *****

  Snow had recently started to fall.

  The ranch’s heating system kept her warm but the chill in the breeze hardened her nipples. Despite the terrible thing that she was about to do she had to smile, she knew the effect her hard nipples would have had on Dan.

  Chloe picked up the Glock and thumbed the safety switch off. She could feel tears brimming in her eyes.

  Chloe held the Glock in her right hand, her trigger-finger at rest. Chloe hadn’t realised until she felt her unborn child kicking that she had placed her left hand on the hugeness of her belly.

  Chloe’s tears flowed down her face.

  Chloe felt her child kick again.

  Chloe heard a strange distressed screeching sound, it took her a moment to realise that the sounds of anguish were coming from her.

  I’m going to burn in Hell for this!

  I just can’t, not without him. He’s all I’ve ever loved, all I’ve ever wanted.

  If you go, we go.

  I’m so sorry Dan, I’m so sorry Grace!

  Oh my God, that would have been her name, such a pretty name. If Dan had lived, we would have named her Grace.

  Oh Jesus, I can’t do this, not on my own.

  Chloe blinked as more tears poured down her face.

  Chloe thumbed back the hammer.

  Chloe lifted her right hand. She pressed the muzzle of the Glock against her right temple.

  ‘I’m so sorry Dan. I told you that I wasn’t strong enough. I told you that without you I was nothing. I hope you can forgive me.’

  Chloe pulled the trigger.

  Nothing happened...

  ‘I can’t let you do that Chloe.’

  Chloe snapped her head around. She could see a tall stranger standing at the far end of the porch. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat.

  The stranger’s physical appearance was like nothing that Chloe had ever seen before.

  The stranger radiated light.

  The stranger radiated love.

  Chloe raised her right arm and extended her hand out towards the stranger. The Glock came to bear on the stranger. Chloe didn’t fear the stranger but her aim remained on him.

  ‘Who are you?’

  The stranger chuckled.

  Chloe had never heard such beautiful music.

  Chloe opened her hand and the Glock slipped from her fingers. It clattered beneath the table and bounced off the porch, it disappeared in to the snow gathered against the porch’s front.

  Chloe could hear the Glock sizzling as the heat from its recently fired barrel melted the snow.

  But that’s not possible, it never fired!

  ‘Who are you?’

  ‘My name’s Archie.’

  Chloe wiped the tears and snot from her cheeks.

  ‘Am I dead? Are you an angel?’

  Archie chuckled.

  Chloe was moved to tears by the sound of innocence captured in Archie’s chuckling and she felt her head slowly clearing. Chloe realised that she could no longer hear the sound of Neil Diamond’s raspy tones.

  Chloe cast a furtive glance out towards the paddock and gasped. The world around her had come to a complete stop. She could see individual flakes of snow paused in the air, in the distance she could see Weiser captured in a moment of rearing up on his hind legs.

  Chloe turned back to the stranger.

  ‘No, you’re not dead Chloe, and no I am not an angel.’

  ‘Then what are you?’

  Archie smiled.

  ‘I’m an architect.’

  Chloe turned in her seat and in a sudden moment of self-consciousness she tried to cover her lap. Chloe needn’t have bothered, she could see that the stranger, Archie, had no interest in what she was wearing or how she looked.

  ‘I can see now why he would threaten everything, why he would destroy us all,’ Archie said.

  Archie came closer and stepped out of the shadows.

  Chloe saw his face in more detail and the breath caught in her throat, she had never seen anyone or anything more perfect in its sublime beauty.

  ‘I can see why you’re worth the risk. I can see why someone would risk it all.’

  ‘W-w-what are you talking about? What do you want?
’

  Archie chuckled.

  ‘It’s not about what I want. It’s what he wants.’

  ‘Who?’

  ‘Him,’ Archie said and he pointed out towards the paddocks.

  Chloe turned to look where Archie was pointing and her heart leapt in to her mouth and fresh tears flowed from her eyes.

  ‘It can’t be,’ Chloe whispered.

  ‘It can,’ Archie said. ‘He wouldn’t be stopped.’

  Chloe stood up and leaned against the porch’s handrail.

  ‘I’m dreaming this.’

  Archie started to laugh.

  ‘You humans. Always so disbelieving.’

  *****

  Chloe felt a strange popping pressure in the air.

  The snow resumed falling, Neil Diamond resumed singing.

  Chloe watched as the impossible headed her way, he stopped briefly to embrace Weiser and Chloe could hear the sounds of his laughter blowing on the wind.

  Chloe, transfixed, watched as Weiser shook his head, swishing his mane and Chloe cried with laughter as he climbed on to Weiser’s back.

  Man and horse were as one and the rider brought Weiser close to the fence. He climbed down and slapped Weiser’s flanks and Chloe heard him telling Weiser to let her buck. The horse took off through the deepening snow and Chloe laughed harder still.

  He climbed the fence and jumped down on to this side. He raised his face and smiled at her.

  Chloe was screaming as she teetered down the steps, her high heels made the three steps precarious but she didn’t care. She didn’t even feel the cold as the wind whipped her dress up around her swollen belly. She batted the dress down and her screaming turned to laughter.

  The man she loved covered the last few yards between them and he swept her off of her feet and in to his powerful arms.

  Chloe wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him. She kissed him hard. Chloe forced her tongue between his lips and she found his tongue and as the taste of him filled her mouth she began to cry.

  Chloe cried harder than she had thought it was humanly possible to.

  ‘I...I...it...ree...really...is.....you.’

  She kissed him harder as he carried her back to the ranch. He climbed the three porch steps and she clung to him as he continued on in to the house.

  Chloe opened her eyes and she looked in to his. She laughed and kissed him again, mashing her lips against his. She heard him kick the door shut behind them. He carried her up the stairs and to their bedroom.

  Even with the added weight she was currently hauling he made it all seem so effortless. When he finally lowered her on to the bed she looked up at him and through her tears she saw his love for her burning bright.

  ‘How is this possible?’

  ‘Archie.’

  Dan needed to tell Chloe so much.

  ‘Is it really you?’ Chloe asked. ‘Or am I locked up in some nut-house?’

  ‘It’s really me,’ Dan said.

  ‘Prove it,’ Chloe replied. She grinned up at him with the naughtiest grin that he had ever seen.

  Dan touched a hand to her face.

  ‘I have so much to tell you Chloe. Everything has changed, our lives will never be the same. There is danger ahead of us Chloe, danger like nothing we have ever witnessed.’

  Chloe nodded her head.

  ‘I know, I don’t know how I know but I know, but that’s later. Right now I just need you to show me that this is real, that you’re real.’

  Dan chuckled.

  ‘You do look decidedly fuckable,’ Dan offered with a grin.

  Chloe licked her lips.

  ‘Show me.’

  *****

  Chloe’s hands were gripping the headboard, her head hung between her arms. She was on her knees, ass up, her swollen belly almost reaching the silk sheets beneath her.

  She was panting heavily from the intense surges and ripples of pleasure coursing through her – she had forgotten what pleasure felt like.

  Dan probed her ass with his tongue. They had been at it for hours and sweat coursed down Chloe’s now naked body. As much as Dan had loved what she was wearing, eventually, everything had been peeled from her until she was wearing nothing but her jewellery.

  Chloe cried out as Dan’s tongue pushed deeper in to her ass, his lips pressed firmly against her puckered hole. Chloe trembled as his fingers teased her throbbing, distended clitoris.

  Chloe held her bottom lip tight between her teeth and she watched rivulets of sweat beading on her engorged nipples, nipples that were sore from all the sucking that Dan had given them.

  Chloe had lost count of the amount of orgasms that she had had and still Dan hadn’t fucked her. He had teased and caressed and touched but he’d held off on actually getting to the part that she was most desperate for. Chloe longed to feel his hardness deep inside her cunt, she wanted to feel his semen filling her, her months without him had been beyond Hell.

  ‘Please Dan, please, you have to fuck me! I’m begging you!’

  Dan’s tongue slipped from her ass and she felt his lips kissing her puckered anus and then he was kissing her buttocks and she felt his mouth moving up on to her lower back.

  Chloe sighed with pleasure as he knelt behind her, she groaned as his hands slipped beneath her, caressing her distended belly before moving higher to cradle her suspending breasts.

  Chloe felt the physical relief when his hands took the weight of her breasts; each breast was heavy from her pregnancy and the sensation of no longer having her breasts pulling her down was immense.

  Chloe looked back over her shoulder and she smiled at him, like her, Dan had tears in his eyes, they were both emotional wrecks.

  ‘Just fuck me,’ she laughed.

  Dan nodded his head and not wanting to release her breasts it took him a couple of seconds of manoeuvring and then she felt his huge, engorged glans spreading her cunt lips wide.

  Chloe yelled out her delight as his thick hard cock slowly slid deep up inside the tightness of her cunt.

  ‘I’m not gonna last long,’ Dan said.

  Chloe waited until he had thrust deep up inside her for the second time and she clenched her cunt muscles. Dan cried out and his cock started to unload.

  Chloe could feel his thick semen filling her and she laughed and cried. Dan kept thrusting harder and harder and he didn’t stop coming. Chloe counted the seconds off until she finally felt his spurting stop. She groaned, for eight long seconds he had ejaculated up inside her.

  Chloe was grinning like an idiot, she knew that what Dan had just done was impossible, no man could spurt thick come for eight seconds but that was exactly what had just happened.

  What’s happened to him? Is he always going to come like that or is it a one-off, some side-effect of his time away?

  ‘Un-fucking-believable,’ Chloe muttered. She knew there was going to be one hell of a mess when he withdrew his cock from her.

  *****

  They were spooning together on the bed. Dan’s groin was tight in against her ass, his left hand was caressing her still sweat-soaked breasts. She could feel Dan’s spunk beneath her, they were both a sticky mess.

  Chloe turned her face and Dan was instantly kissing her hard again. She groaned as his tongue found hers and she twisted on the sheets. Chloe grabbed his head with her right hand and she kissed him even harder. She cried out in to his mouth when she felt his fingers twisting one of her nipples and they were off again.

  Within minutes Dan was taking her hard from behind. His cock pounded her hard from behind. Chloe cried out her love as he pulled her head back by her hair.

  It was a very long time before Dan came again.

  *****

  Later, as a new day was beginning, Chloe took Dan in to her mouth. Caressing his balls she took his cock deep, all the way to the back of her throat. The taste of him when he exploded had never been sweeter.

  *****

  Chloe finally called time after Dan had fucked her in the ass. He had fucked h
er ass harder than she would have imagined possible in her current condition.

  As they lay spent and exhausted on sheets covered in their secretions she had rolled on to her side to face him. She had kissed the corner of his mouth.

  ‘Don’t ever leave me again,’ she whispered.

  Chloe was soon fast asleep, and moments later, Dan drifted away with her.

  *****

  Tile woke up later that afternoon. He had a terrible feeling about Chloe, that she had done something. That she had lied to him. Tile quickly got dressed and raced out to his pick-up.

  It took him just over three hours to drive all the way out to the ranch. Now that the snows had finally arrived the roads were almost impossible to navigate.

  Tile was thankful that Chloe had bought him the new truck, his old one would never have made it.

  Tile took the turn-off a little too fast and the back end of the pick-up swung out. The truck fishtailed for several seconds before Tile got the vehicle back under his control. He bounced along as the truck pushed through several banks of snow. The mile long track leading up to the ranch house was the longest mile of his life.

  He saw several lights burning brightly through the ranch’s windows, he should have felt relief, but Tile couldn’t quite shake the fear coiling in his stomach.

  Tile braked to a stop and the pick-up slowly came to rest near the porch’s steps. He left the engine running and jumped down out of the cab. Tile didn’t bother with closing the cab door behind him. He tripped in the snow and fell heavily on to the steps.

  ‘Aw fuck,’ he spat.

  ‘That smarts,’ he cursed as his elbow smacked against a corner of the steps. Tile turned his face towards the front door when he heard it opening.

  Tile was greeted with what paparazzi photographers the world over called “an up the skirt” view. Tile laughed, not at the sight of Chloe’s naked sex beneath the short black maternity dress that she was wearing, he laughed at the fact that Chloe was alive and well. Tile’s fears had been for nothing.