Slowly, his hand wandered down her belly and unbuttoned her black jeans. She was already delightfully wet, her silken folds quivering at his touch. He paused for a brief moment to gaze at her and, when her eyes opened again, he knew it. She was ready.
With a soft grunt, he pulled off her jeans and panties, tossing them on the floor next to the shirt. He got up then, quickly undressing and taking a moment to admire the naked beauty awaiting him. The white fur complemented nicely her lovely skin. She looked up at him, her gaze shifting from his fully erect cock to his desire-filled eyes.
Once again, he touched her delicate rose, prompting small shivers of pleasure from his wife as he spread its petals. His other hand was stroking her gently, his fingers running up and down her slit and invading her, little by little. She squealed when he started driving two fingers inside her, faster and faster as she squirmed in pure bliss.
After a few more seconds, he finally pulled them out, licking the juices off as he looked into her eyes. She hungered for him, he knew it. And, even though he had seen that look countless times, he still couldn’t get enough of it. And God, did that turn him on.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she moved closer to him, exposing more of herself to his adoring eyes. Delighted by the view, Jackson stroked her inner thighs, going oh-so-close to her trembling slit and driving her insane.
“I love you,” she gasped as he dove into her, his entire length losing itself between the soft petals. In and out. In and out. Again and again, until she finally got into his rhythm, her muscles tightening and loosening, massaging his cock.
She cried out in pleasure, a scream so loud and desperate it gave him goosebumps. It was the first time his wife had reacted in such a way, but he knew it had only been sheer pleasure that drove her to it. And, with no one around to hear them, she could finally act natural and not worry about the inquisitive neighbors who might have listened.
It was a wonderful feeling, she thought, her body trembling in pleasure, to finally make love to her husband as she had always wanted to. The cool air of the house caressed her pussy each time he pulled out, only to be greeted again by the hotness of his cock.
She was so close… So close…
And so was he. Getting ready for the final act, he slammed into her one more time, the warm liquid pouring inside her. He fell limply on top of her, gasping and panting for air. They kissed, her arms wrapping around his neck in a loving embrace.
Their first day in the holiday home had started off perfectly, she thought, unaware that there was a third character in the scene.
And this character would make absolutely sure that they would eventually get acquainted.
* * *
The whiskey tasted like crap. He was pretty sure the bastard barman gave him the cheapest he had. Why did he even make him pay for his drink anyway? Couldn’t he see that he was in need? Didn’t he read the Bible? It stated there, loud and clear, that you should always help thy neighbor with a glass of alcohol when he needed it the most.
Truth be told, it was the only thing he needed lately – a healthy glass of whiskey. Or wine. Or beer. Anything really, as long as it quenched his immense thirst. He reached for his pocket and felt his wallet, considerably thinner than the day before, a wave of sadness flooding him. How unfair it was, that only a select few were lucky enough to make a decent living while he had to drag his sorry ass from pub to pub, getting into fights over bottles of vodka.
But it didn’t matter. Once he made peace with his daughter and talked to her, everything was going to be fine. It had been surprisingly easy to find her. After being freed from prison for good behavior, he tried his luck at the bank, wondering if his whore of an ex-wife had closed their joint account. Luckily for him, she hadn’t. She had most likely thought that he was going to spend the rest of his life in prison and hadn’t bothered to make any changes to that account.
There were still a few hundred dollars in there, which he took out using his I.D. Nobody seemed to be in the mood to question him and that only made his task easier. Once he had all the money, he bought a bus ticket and, displaying the good husband façade, he headed straight to his sister’s house. Being the weak-minded woman she was, she felt bad for him and gave him all the details he needed about his daughter’s new whereabouts.
And so, he found out where she lived, where she worked and recently, where she spent her spring holiday. He found himself actually enjoying the village, as the booze was cheap and no one knew him. He could wander on the streets for as much as he wished, without fearing that some stupid kid would draw attention to him by screaming “Mommy! It’s the monster!” He still couldn’t believe that after all those years, the people still hadn’t gotten over that night’s events.
The bar was almost empty that day and he liked it. It felt like he was the owner of the place. That feeling was soon gone, however, as the small door opened and a young couple came in. She had fiery red hair and he was a blond pretty boy – the type he disliked so much.
He covered half of his face with the newspaper. He knew she wouldn’t recognize him, but one could never be too cautious. As soon as they sat down, a waitress hurried to them, all smiles and giggles. It made him sick.
“He didn’t call me today,” Anna spoke, a jeering smile etched on her face.
Every day during the previous week, she had been receiving phone calls from her father, calls that she had now gotten used to and simply ignored. She cared so little in fact, that sometimes they even joked about it. It didn’t matter now – she would change her number as soon as they got back to the city.
“Oh, wow,” her husband chuckled, beckoning the waitress. “Maybe he got bored.”
“Yeah, maybe,” came her bored reply as she pried her eyes off the menu. “Waffles with chocolate syrup for me, please.”
“Sure,” the small woman sang out as she scribbled in a small notebook. “And for the gentleman?”
“Hmm, I think I’ll have the full English breakfast today.”
“Anything else?”
“No, that’s all for now,” Anna replied with a smile.
“Alrighty then,” the waitress uttered. “You have very beautiful hair, by the way. It looks incredibly soft.”
Without even waiting for Anna’s reaction, she turned on her heels and hurried to the kitchen.
“Well, that was odd.”
Jackson smirked.
“You’re blushing. I liked her, actually. That little perky ass… Mm-mm!”
They both broke into laughter, a joined peal so full of joy and so contagious that the barman couldn’t help a smile himself.
The man behind the newspaper was not impressed, though. Rather, for the first time in his life, he felt like he couldn’t even finish his whiskey. In growing irritation, he slapped two coins on the table and made it for the exit, slamming the door behind him.
Once outside, the fresh air of the morning calmed him down. He felt ashamed now, ashamed of the fact that he couldn’t even muster the courage to go to his daughter and greet her. It’s okay, he thought. He would just keep calling her until she agreed to meet with him.
And then?
And then what? He’d just talk to her, tell her about the whore that she used to call her mother and how she had been cheating on him for a couple of years and then he’d probably try his luck at being her friend. For financial reasons, of course.
* * *
The following days passed by in the same routine. They'd wake up early in the morning, take a shower together and then have breakfast in town at the same table in the same little pub they loved so much. They even got to know the little waitress who always had a compliment ready for Anna.
Her name was Emily and she was there for the spring. She needed money to renew her small apartment in the city and she had taken advantage of the spring break to come back to her home town and work in the pub. She was nineteen, she had black hair, olive skin and an infinite amount of wit. The couple found themselves more and more attra
cted to her.
Finally, after wandering around the town, they’d go back to their little mountain retreat to make love and enjoy each other’s company.
However, it just felt weirder by the day. There was a constant nagging sensation at the back of Anna’s head that wouldn’t leave her alone. She felt that every time they were being intimate in the attic bedroom, someone was watching them, hidden between the dark trees. She was starting to think that having a house so close to the side of the mountain had not been a good idea.
When she finally told Jackson, he started laughing.
“Who could be watching us, love?” he’d ask in a mild tone. “There’s no one here except us and maybe the forest animals. Who knows, maybe the birds find it interesting.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she’d reply halfheartedly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I can’t wait to get back home.”
“You were used to the noisy city. Maybe this is just a side effect of the quiet surroundings.”
She shrugged.
“Maybe. But I just want to change this number as soon as possible.”
“Did he call you again?” he frowned, a slight tint of anger in his voice. “I have friends that can find him. You know I can get rid of him in a matter of hours.”
“No, no,” she shook her head. She appreciated Jackson’s protective nature but she always forgot the nature of his job. He was a repo man, one of the best and most feared of them. There wasn’t a thing he couldn’t get back and no person he couldn’t find. And if he said he’d find her father in just a few hours, then that was as true as it could be. “He’s still my father, after all. Plus, he didn’t do anything to hurt me. He’s just calling me.”
“Yeah, not yet,” he sighed, cupping her face and placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt. I love you. I love you so much and I can’t bear the thought that the bastard who hurt you like that is now free and looking for you. I just—“
“Shh,” she whispered against his lips, caressing his cheek with her fingertips. She loved the feel of stubble against her skin. “No one’s ever going to hurt me, okay?”
He nodded and gave in to the kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer and closer against her as if trying to become one with him. She felt his hands gently kneading her breasts and couldn’t help a muffled moan.
She lay in the soft grass, pulling him on top of her. Smiling, the man rolled up her blouse, his soft lips meeting her skin for brief moments as he kissed his way to the waistband of her jeans. He bit her skin and her lips parted, but the moan they heard didn’t belong to her.
They stopped, listening carefully to any sound that might give away the intruder. It had been a woman, that was for sure, but why was she there and, most importantly, why was she watching them?
“Who’s there?” Jackson shouted, visibly mad.
“Okay, no need to be so angry,” a familiar voice came from behind a tree. When they saw who it belonged to, they both sighed in relief.
“What are you doing here, Emily?” Anna asked, not bothering to cover herself.
The girl avoided her look, blushing and faking interest in a tall blade of grass.
“I—uhm—have kinda been watching you for a while now,” she stuttered, and hurried to add when she looked at them and saw their confused looks, “but only because you guys are so good at… well… what you do. It was an accident the first time I saw you but then it turned me on. So I kept watching from the forest.”
She pointed to a distant spot in the woods and Anna couldn’t help but notice how it was the exact direction she felt she was being watched from. Oddly enough, she wasn’t disturbed by the news. Hell, if there was something she felt in that moment, it was excitement – she had an idea she knew her husband would have loved.
“Look,” she spoke to the girl, “I’ll pretend this thing never happened on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Have dinner with us tomorrow night. Right here. What do you say?”
Before Jackson could protest, the girl offered her answer. Loud, clear and enthusiastically.
“I don’t see why not. Should I bring something?”
“A black dress. It’s going to be formal,” Anna smirked.
The next day, however, Anna wanted nothing but to cancel the dinner plans. She woke up, took a shower and had breakfast while she waited for her husband to come back with the groceries. They wanted to cook tonight – a special occasion like that deserved a fine meal.
She didn’t even bother to look at her phone when it started vibrating. She knew who it was and what that person wanted. And he was not going to get it. He didn’t call that morning, it seemed. Three short vibrations announced a text message and she hurried to check it – perhaps it had been from her husband.
I know where you are.
The same number, her father, had texted her that simple sentence. Five words enough to make her drop her phone and run to the drawers, from where she got a big butcher’s knife. It seemed that he had found her eventually. And the stinging pain coming from a white little scar on her forehead was a grim reminder of what would happen when they came face to face.
She was ready, though. She was not a child any more, and at the moment she couldn’t picture him in any other way but scrawny and weak, a consequence of all the years spent in prison. She would’ve been foolish to be scared of him now.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the key turning into the lock. Soon enough, the rational part of her took control and she was able to think clearly – who else would’ve had the key except Jackson?
“I didn’t find appl—Anna!” he gasped, dropping the bags and running to her. Ever so gently, he took the knife from her and placed it back in the drawer where it belonged. “What happened? Did anyone come here?”
“No, but it’s just a matter of time until someone does, apparently,” she sighed, pointing to her phone.
Jackson grabbed it and she could see his expression turning from concern to anger and back to concern as he stared at the display.
“How did he find you here?”
“I have no clue. I think we should forget about dinner tonight and just go back to the city. It’s not safe here any more for us.”
“Love, you won’t be safe anywhere as long as he’s following you. We’ll have that dinner and we’ll enjoy it. You don’t have to worry about a thing, 'cause I have a plan,” he smiled, squatting to pick up the groceries that were now spread all over the tiles.
“What plan?”
“You’ll see. Just call him and tell him to meet you here tomorrow at 4 P.M.”
“Are you sure about it? He could have a gun or something.”
“I’ve seen people like him,” he spoke, a small smile curving the corners of his mouth. “If he has a gun, which I doubt, he’ll be too overwhelmed by your presence to remember he has it. And that’s when I walk in. Now go, go. Call him.”
She somehow felt that he wouldn’t mind if she went upstairs to do it. And to confirm that thought, he nodded his acceptance. Her head felt heavy, her knees weak and arms shaking. Her fingers could barely even clutch the phone any more.
Struggling to swallow the painful lump in her throat, she unlocked her phone. It was harder than she remembered – her fingers seemed to disobey her, as if warning against the possible consequences of her actions. Truth was, she didn’t like the idea at all and was starting to question her husband’s judgment.
No! She must not think like that. She must trust him, no matter what. Wasn’t that what she had promised under oath? Wasn’t that the reason she was wearing a wedding ring? If Jackson said he had a plan, she could be damn sure he had one. And a good idea, at that.
Finally, after having calmed down a bit, she went through her recent calls log and scrolled down until she saw the familiar sequence of numbers. It was almost silly to think how scared she was by a bunch of numbers.
More confident tha
t she was a few moments ago, she tapped the green button and waited. With the second beep, she was already praying he wouldn’t pick up. The universe decided to mess with her that day, though.
“Hello?” his raspy voice came, invading her ears and making her nauseous.
It took all the willpower she could muster to keep her voice from shaking.
“I’m Anna,” she uttered, surprised at the authoritarian note in her tone. It was loud and clear and definitely impossible for him to mistake her for another Anna.
His reply came just as fast, his voice sweet like honey – it made her sick.
“Oh, my dear,” he cooed, “you’ve finally decided to talk to your old man. It makes me so happ—“
“Cut the crap, old man. I don’t know what you want and, to be honest, I couldn’t care less,” she spat. “But I just want to get done with it so you can go on your goddamn way and stop pestering me.” Oh, wow, she thought, it had been easier than expected.
“I—I don’t know what you mean,” he gasped, faking a state of shock. “I just wanna see you. I just wanna explain everything.”
“There’s nothing to explain. You did what you did and somehow you got out of that lovely cool place earlier than you were supposed to. Let’s meet and talk, if that’s what you want.”
“Of course, of course.” He wasn’t even good at faking concern. What in the name of Christ did he want from her? “When do you wanna meet? And where?”
“You said you know where I am now so you’ll have no problem getting here. As for the time, 4 P.M. should be fine.”
“But dear, I do—“
“You wanna meet up, you do it on my terms. 4 P.M. tomorrow. Here. And that’s final.”
Before he could say something else, she ended the call. It actually felt good to be the one in charge for a while. She didn’t want to admit this, as she thought it was extremely silly, but she felt like one of the bad girls in the movies she loved so much. Hell, not even Lucy Liu could match her in that moment.
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