Afterward in the shower, they were messing around, soaping each other up and laughing.
“My legs are still wobbling,” she told him, “That was incredible.”
Isaac grinned. “We can do so much more if you like… anything.”
Sarah pressed her breasts against him. “God, yes, please…”
Isaac smiled, smoothing her hair with his big hands. “Sarah…I’d like you to meet my brother, his family. You’d like them.”
“I’d love to… you know more about me than I do about you at this point. Time to redress the balance.”
“Good. I’ll set up dinner plans – not too scary, huh?”
“Not at all.” She was distracted. His erection was hard against her belly and she stroked it gently as she smiled up at him. “You know what?”
“What?” He was obviously enjoying her touch, smiling, relaxed, turned on.
“I never enjoyed sex before you. I didn’t hate it, but it was always a chore, always so “let’s just get this over with”. I never knew what the fuss was about.”
Isaac bent his head to kiss her. “That’s because we fit together. We belong together.”
“You betcha. Now, put this incredible cock back inside me…”
As they flew back to the island, Isaac took her hand in his. “I have a few meetings today but I can be back over here by about ten tonight. If you’re not sick of me.”
“Hah, would never happen. God, it’s beautiful out here today.”
The Washington day had broken bright and warm and the sun sparkled off the waters of the Sound as they flew out over the bay. Sarah squeezed Isaac’s hand.
“Hey, listen, I was thinking of having a cookout at the weekend. You, me, Molly and Mike, Finn and some friends. You could invite your brother and his family, your friends. Might be less stressful for everyone to meet like that.”
Isaac nodded. “Sounds perfect, although you mean I have to share you for a whole day?”
She grinned. “Just for an afternoon and early evening. Afterward, I’ll fuck your brains out in every room of the house if you’d like.”
Isaac chuckled at her dirty talk. “I’ll hold you to that. And keep talking like that, sexy girl, and I’ll land this bird right here.”
Sarah peered out of the window. “We’d sink.”
“But what a way to go.”
In a few more minutes, they were over the island and soon Isaac was landing the helicopter gently on her land. Sarah leaned over to kiss him. “Hey, Cap’n, do you have to go straight away?”
Isaac slid his hands onto her cheeks. “I’m the boss, I can play hooky for as long as you need me.”
Sarah grinned, her mouth curving up in a smile against his. “Good, because I think I need to be fucked again.”
Isaac laughed, unbuckling his seat belt. “I’ve turned you into sex maniac.”
“Yes, you have.”
Isaac got out of the chopper and walked around to her door, pulling her up into his arms as she laughed, pressing her lips to his throat. Easily, he carried her up onto the porch and let her down as she searched her purse for her key. His lips were on her shoulder as she unlocked the door, his hands pulling up her skirt. She turned in his arms and cupped his thickening cock through his pants. “God, you’re big….”
He smiled, his eyes sleepily turned on. “For you, always.” He slipped his fingers into her panties and stroked her. She shivered with desire and sighed. Isaac grinned. “I’m just gonna fuck you right here against this door.” He slid two fingers into her and she gasped as his thumb stroked back and forth against her clit. “Tell me what you want to do, beautiful….”
She kissed him ferociously, grinding her hips against his hand. “I want to suck that big cock until you come in my mouth, handsome.”
With a growl, he ripped her panties from her as she freed his cock, already so engorged that it strained against her hand. He lifted her and impaled her onto it, her soft, wet cunt stretching to envelop him. “Fuck me hard, Isaac.”
He did, ramming his hips against hers, grinding his lips onto hers. They moved together hungrily; feral, clawing at each other until their movements made the door open and they tumbled, still fucking, onto the hallway floor.
Sarah knew something was wrong the moment that the door opened. A cold draft blew through the house from the kitchen at the far end of the hallway.
“Sarah? Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know.”
She disengaged from him, pulling her dress down and walked towards the kitchen, Isaac behind her. She saw at once that the back door was open. She let out a shaky breath. It had been busted open with something, she guessed a tire iron, a crowbar. Then she saw it. Reflected in the window. It made no sense. Something painted on the wall behind her. She turned and put her hands over her mouth in horror. Isaac looked at her face and turned with her.
WHORE
Red paint, dripping. Sarah gasped, humiliated, shaking.
“Oh my God.” Isaac was shocked. He put his arms around her and coaxed her onto a chair. She couldn’t say anything. Isaac crouched beside her.
“I’ll call Finn. Get him over here.” He stood to go to the phone but she grabbed his hand.
“No.” She whispered. “No. I don’t want him here, I don’t want him to see this.”
“But I really think – “
“No.” Her voice was stronger, determined. “Please, Isaac. I couldn’t bear it. Please.”
He looked uncertain then nodded. “Okay, but on condition that you let me deal with this. Go into the other room. I’ll fix you a drink and then I’ll clean this up. You have cleaning products here somewhere?”
She nodded and pointed to the cupboard under the sink. He put his arm around her and steered her into the living room. She let him tuck her into an armchair. She put her head into her hands. A few moments later, she heard him come back into the room.
“Here.”
Isaac was offering her a glass. She took it and sipped it, wrinkling her nose. Scotch. Isaac smoothed a hand down her hair.
“It’ll help. Sit here and relax. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
She wanted to protest, to ask him to stay with her but she couldn’t speak. Hurt, shock, humiliation, anger flowed through her. Whore. Whoever it was that was tormenting her had just upped their game. She hadn’t realized it was that easy to get into her house, to get to her. Was she in actual danger? From whom, though? She shook her head and stood, the irritation outweighing the shock now. She went into the kitchen to see Isaac, stripped to the waist, his expensive shirt and jacket hung over a chair, a bucket of soapy water at his feet. He looked up as she came in.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry about freaking out. Listen… let’s take a couple of photos, just to have a record.”
Isaac stopped, his fist clenched around a sponge. “You sure you don’t want me to call Finn? There might be fingerprints.”
She hesitated then her shoulders slumped. “Okay.”
Finn sighed. He recognized the writing immediately and cursed out loud. “Fucking, fucking woman…”
Sarah, by now calm, and with Isaac’s arms around her, watched him. “Dude… I’m kind of relieved if it is Crap-o-line…. sorry, I mean, Caroline.”
Finn grinned and she heard Isaac’s soft chuckle. Finn looked at Sarah. “You wanna press charges?”
She shook her head. “I cannot be bothered with all that – just make her pay for the door if you can.”
“I’ll pay for it.”
Sarah frowned at her old friend. “You will not.” She knew Caroline’s family were rich – not that it had done Finn any good – he was too proud to take her money. “Caroline can pay – unless she wants her mom and dad to know about this.”
Finn scrubbed his hands through his short blonde curls. Isaac cleared his throat.
“Any idea why she’s doing this?
Finn shook his head. “I really don’t but I’ll talk to her
about it. Look, guys, I’m sorry, if it is her, my relationship with her isn’t helping.”
“Not your fault, buddy.”
Sarah smiled gratefully at Isaac as he clapped her friend on the shoulder. Finn nodded and bade them farewell. Sarah sighed and leaned against Isaac.
“Well, look. I’ll clean this up and get to the coffee house. You should go, this nonsense shouldn’t interfere with your day.”
Isaac put his arms around her. “Forget it, I’m staying.”
“Iss’, really. I’m just going to go on as if nothing’s happened.”
Isaac looked unconvinced. “But I’m coming back this evening. I don’t want you alone here.”
“She returns!” Molly threw herself dramatically across the counter as Sarah entered the coffee house, and feigned a faint. “God bless us everyone, we are saved!”
Sarah, laughing, hugged her friend. “You are a lunatic.”
“And you – let’s see you properly – “Molly held her friend at arm’s length and studied her then nodded satisfactorily, “have been screwed good and properly. I can tell.”
Sarah rolled her eyes while going scarlet but she joined in with her friend’s high spirits. It felt good to fool around. “You are correct, Ms. Jewell. I have been fucked good and properly, right into next Wednesday. In fact, I need to sit down so you’ll have to do all the work.”
Molly shrugged. “What else is new? I’m just kidding.” She hugged her friend. “Good to have you back.”
“Glad you think so… don’t think everyone will be.”
Quickly she filled Molly in on the vandalism to her house. Molly listened with growing annoyance.
“That bitch,” she hissed when Sarah had finished.
“Yep. Just when you think that she couldn’t get any lower.”
Molly chewed this over while Sarah put on her apron and began to work. “Hey, Sar, you absolutely sure it was her?”
Sarah shrugged. “Finn recognized her handwriting. Besides, I don’t think I’ve pissed anyone else off.”
“Okay.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
Sarah nodded then went out into the kitchen. Molly mulled over what she’d been told – and what she herself was keeping secret. Finn had finally convinced her that she hadn’t seen Dan Bailey that night but the thought had kept nagging away at her. Then there were the letters that had come to the Varsity while Sarah was away. Molly had them in her apron pocket for three days – she didn’t want to give them to her friend, not after everything.
“Oh hey…” Sarah stuck her head out of the kitchen, “I’m having a cookout at my place on Saturday – Isaac’s brother and his family are invited. Wanna come? Bring Mike and the kids, it’ll be a family thing.”
Molly smiled. “Now that sounds like fun. Want some help setting up?”
Sarah grinned. “Oh hell yes.”
“Are you two actually here to help or are you just too much in awe of my twinkle lights?” Sarah grinned down at them from the loft. Finn and Molly were gazing at the hundreds and hundreds of tiny white lights she’d strung up around the barn next to her house.
“It looks like Tinkerbell threw up in here.” Finn ducked as she hefted a piece of wood at him. He grinned and started up the ladder to join her. Sarah grabbed the top of the ladder and pretend to push it over.
“Give it up, woman.” He hoisted himself onto the loft beside her. “Hi.” She smiled at him and handed him a staple gun.
An hour later, they went into the house and Sarah fixed sandwiches and lemonade for their lunch. The kitchen smelt of freshly baked bread and cookies, food for the party on every available surface. Finn looked around in astonishment.
“When do you have time to, I don’t know, sleep?”
“It’s not much, George’s bringing most of the food.” She passed him and Molly a plate of cookies then sat down heavily. “I am pretty beat, though. Hey, do you to mind if I skip out for ten minutes? I need to go to the drugstore, get some aspirin.”
“Headache?”
“Yep and I have a full evening’s…. how can put this…”
Finn demolished his sandwich in two bites. “Heavy fucking?”
Molly spat a mouthful of coffee out as Sarah laughed. “Yeah, so I have to be on top form.”
“When’s your boo arriving?”
“An hour or so. His brother and his family are following him here. Some of his friends are coming too. Look, I’ll be quick at the store.”
“Go on, go,” Molly shooed her away.
The grocery store on the far side of the island was almost empty. Despite having been to the drugstore for aspirin and swallowing two with some water, her head throbbed with the beginnings of another migraine, her vision blurred, and she was nauseous. Sarah grabbed a cart and headed towards the bakery aisle. She stopped, closed her eyes, trying to ride out the wave of dizziness. She swallowed, the bitter taste of bile in the back of her throat. It took her a moment to realize someone was talking to her. Todd, the trainee baker, greeted her.
“Hey Sarah, we don’t see you over here often. Hey… you okay? “
She smiled weakly at the young man, his clear features clouded with concern. His carefully gelled hair stuck up in a Mohawk. He had been one of Dan’s favorite students.
“I’m fine, Todd. Keeping up with your piano practice I hope?”
Todd grinned, sheepish. “Ah, I got a guitar now. Me and Zane started a band. Maybe we could play at the coffee house sometime?”
Sarah nodded. “Sure thing. Come see me, okay?”
She waved goodbye at him and steered the cart around the rest of the store, still trying to shake the nausea.
She turned into the breakfast cereal aisle and almost collided with Caroline. She let out a groan before she could stop herself.
Caroline grinned. “Hey, slut. Fucked any helpless billionaires lately?”
Sarah wondered if she could batter Caroline senseless with a roll of frozen cookie dough and get away with it. “Drop dead, dumbass.”
Caroline’s eyes brightened and she smiled, a strange grimace, almost triumphant.
“Oh you first, Sarah. You first.”
Sarah pushed past her, irritation making her skin itch. She shoved the cart too hard against the checkout, smiled an apology at the girl behind it as she jumped. A couple of lanes over, she could see Caroline talking to two women. They were glancing over and laughing. Sarah gritted her teeth.
Then she saw it.
The shock was icy cold, constricting. Sarah couldn’t look away. She breathed in short gasps. The front page of the Bugler. A child, covered in blood, being carried out of a trailer by a cop. Blinded, shell-shocked in the glare of flashlights. Tears. Her tears. Sarah felt her knees give way and she clutched the side of the checkout for support. More photos – the body of a woman with her throat cut. And another picture of Sarah, grown, from the other day. Looking tired and worn down. She couldn’t breathe.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Somewhere in the turmoil in her mind, it registered that the question was one she had been asked too much lately. She couldn’t stop looking at the photo of her mother, her eyes staring and mouth screaming silently. Sarah pushed herself away from the checkout, abandoning her cart and staggered out of the door. Behind her, she heard the catcalls and hysterical laughter of Caroline and her friends.
She made it to the door of the store before she threw up.
At Sarah’s house, George’s face made Molly rock back as the elderly man jumped out his car, waving a newspaper.
“Hey, hey what’s up?” Molly went to greet him. He was out of breath, and she guided him into a chair. He caught his breath but without a word, handed her the newspaper. Molly took it. Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh my God…” A whisper. She met George’s gaze.
“Where’s Sarah?”
A squeal of tires answered them. They looked up as she saw Sarah’s truck appear from the wrong direction, weaving w
ildly along the road to her house.
“What the hell?” Molly dashed for the door to see the truck slam into the streetlight at the end of the road. The impact crumpled the truck’s hood, the metal screeching against the concrete.
“Sarah!” George and Molly sprinted over to her truck, seeing out the corner of her eye, Finn, bursting out of the barn at the sound of the crash, followed behind. Molly, her breath coming in short panicked breaths, wrenched open the cab door to see Sarah slumped over the steering wheel. Finn flew around and opened the passenger side and slid in next to his friend.
“Oh God…sweetheart?” Molly touched her friend’s shoulder, felt her shift. She sighed with relief as Sarah sat up, obviously dazed, but unharmed.
“You maybe shouldn’t move, sweetheart.” Finn’s brown eyes were serious as he pressed two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse. He shared a concerned look with Molly. Sarah shook her head slowly, her face set, angry.
“Have you seen the paper?” Her voice was flat, dead. She didn’t look at them, staring straight ahead.
George and Molly exchanged a look. Finn cleared his throat.
“Sarah, maybe you should come and lie down.”
“No.” She looked at George, more focused now. “Did you see it?”
“Yes,” George answered her at last. Molly had gone back to the house and now returned with the paper, handing it to Finn.
“These are crime scene photos,” Finn hissed, “what the hell?”
“How did they get hold of them?” George”s voice shook with anger, with pity for Sarah. He touched her arm but she shook it off.
“I know exactly who gave them to the paper,” she said, suddenly glancing in her rearview mirror. They all turned to where she was looking, and before they could stop her, she was out and sprinting.
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