Chris had said he was working with the bad guys and pretending to be one of them, maybe this Gunner guy was really one of the bad guys who was trying to get to Chris. Maybe taking me with him or hurting me was the only way they could get Chris out of hiding.
I couldn’t disobey Gunner though, I could tell in his eyes that he wasn’t messing around. So I walked out to Robert’s truck and did my best acting job ever.
“Hey Robert, I’m feeling better about things. I think I’m going to stay here,” I said and then I turned around and came back to my house. I walked around to the back door and Gunner was standing there with my back.
“I need my camera too,” I said.
“No, let’s go.”
Just then Robert came around the corner and saw Gunner. Robert threw a few punches and Gunner easily avoided them. Then Gunner threw one single punch and knocked Robert out cold.
“Gunner!” I screamed and then ran to Robert’s side. I could tell he was breathing, but he had been hit pretty hard. It wasn’t likely that he would wake up anytime soon.
“Why did you do that?” I said.
I could feel myself getting angry, but I wasn’t about to show Gunner that. Something was different about him and I didn’t know if he was on Chris’ team or if he was working for the bad guys. There was just too much unknown about this situation and I thought it would be best if I kept quiet. I had to wait and see what was going on before I started to be defiant with a man who could clearly hurt me very badly if he wanted to.
“He just tried to hit me three times. Get in the SUV.”
Gunner grabbed my arm and carried my bag in his other hand. When I got to the SUV, he put me into the back seat and I was just about to let myself out when I realized there were no handles on the doors. I looked at Gunner and he watched me through the mirror. Something bad was going on and I just landed myself smack dab in the middle of it.
He took off driving down the road and I looked back and saw Robert as he started to move around. I felt a slight bit of comfort knowing he was alright. But I certainly didn’t feel comfortable or like I was going to be alright.
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I didn’t know what was going on and I couldn’t scream for help. I didn’t trust my own opinion at all anymore. Nothing was as it seemed and nothing about this situation seemed safe to me. Gunner had come to take care of me after Chris was shot and taken away and I thought he was nice. I thought he worked with Chris, but I couldn’t know for sure. Now he was being rude and seemed much scarier that he had before. Perhaps it had just been the intensity of the situation, but Gunner no longer seemed like a nice person. He had a new arrogance about him that had been missing from our last encounter.
I sat in the vehicle and looked around to try and figure out what was going on. There were two other men in the vehicle and Gunner drove. When we got a few miles down a dirt road, Gunner pulled over and moved to the back seat and let the other guy drive instead. I sat quietly and looked at each of their faces. I tried not to make it too obvious that I remembered what they looked like. But the more I looked at them, the more I realized that if they were the bad guys they wouldn’t be letting me look at them so much.
Unless they didn’t plan to let me live. If they planned to kill me, I figured they probably wouldn’t care at all if I saw them.
I swallowed hard at the thought. Only a few weeks before I would have never even considered such a thought, now it seemed like my whole life had changed. Everything that had once been normal was gone and a new normal was right in front of me.
“Where are we going?” I finally managed to ask.
No one answered me. In fact, no one even turned to look at me. It was like I didn’t exist. I turned to watch the countryside go past as we moved along a back road. It wasn’t a major highway and it wasn’t a county road. Instead, we were moving down a gravel road at a speed much faster than I was comfortable with.
I knew gravel roads all too well and they weren’t meant for going 60 mph on them. These type of roads were unpredictable and way too dangerous at that speed. I tightened my seat belt and looked for something to hold onto. These guys had a much different level of comfort with speed and danger than I did. I wanted to ask again where we were going, but I didn’t. Instead, I just stayed quiet and tried to pay attention to as much as possible. We were going northeast and I could tell they seemed to know where they were going. They didn’t use directions and the driver guided the SUV along the back roads with expert precision.
The driver also looked familiar, his big build and blonde hair were very familiar to me. I thought I had seen him on the same night that Chris was shot. I thought he had been one of the men that actually carried Chris out to the SUV after he had been shot. The other person in the front seat did not look familiar to me at all. He had a reddish tint to his hair and freckles on his face. Although he looked equally built and muscular as the other two men in the car, he did not seem as stand-offish as the driver. The red haired man looked back and smiled at me a couple times throughout the drive.
Gunner seemed to be amped up and wasn’t nearly as friendly as the night when Chris got shot, but he seemed to have calmed down a bit since getting into the SUV. I still had no idea what was going on, but I started to feel a little more comfortable because they were all much more relaxed the further we got away from my house. I started to worry what Rebecca and Robert would think had happened to me. They knew things were getting crazy and they knew about Chris being shot. They knew that Chris had taken off to try and figure out who had come after him. It would be a likely conclusion that they would think something bad had happened to me. I couldn’t handle the thought of them worrying about me.
Rebecca wouldn’t sleep as she thought of all the bad things that could happen to me. I knew I needed to get word to them that I was alright. But I didn’t feel safe to say anything yet. I decided to wait until we got where ever we were going, wherever that was.
I leaned my elbow against the window and put my hand on my face. I closed my eyes for a moment out of extreme exhaustion. I couldn’t prevent my eyes from closing and my body drifted off to sleep. It seemed like a quick sleep but when I woke up, we were obviously very far from Bain. The city lights of what I thought might be Chicago flew by as we drove down a major interstate. It was late at night now and I had been asleep for several hours.
“Do we have anything to drink?” I asked Gunner.
This time he seemed to have no problem realizing I was there and he handed me a bottle of water. I guzzled it down quickly and then regretted it. We had been in the vehicle for at least eight hours and I had to use the restroom badly. When I drank the water, it just made everything worse. I couldn’t hold it another second, or at least that is what I felt like.
“Are we going to stop soon? I need to use a restroom.”
“We stopped about an hour ago, you were out of it. We will be there in an hour. Can you wait?” Gunner asked. I contemplated the question, but I really didn’t think I could wait. I wasn’t use to having to hold my bladder. It gave me anxiety right away.
“No, I don’t think I can.” I saw a look of compassion from Gunner that reminded me of the night I met him. The night Chris had been shot. He didn’t seem annoyed by my answer. Instead, he leaned forward to the driver and whispered something.
Within a minute, we had pulled into a gas station and Gunner got out and walked with me to the restroom. When a couple walked past, Gunner grabbed my hand and held it like we were a couple or something like that. I tried to hide the shock of the moment but was pretty bad at it. When the couple finally walked around the corner, Gummy let go of my hand.
I didn’t quite understand his reason for the hand holding, but it seemed that he really wanted to blend in as much as possible. Or perhaps he just didn’t want me to run away and start screaming that I had been kidnapped. I went to the restroom and Gunner waited outside, when I finished we went back to the SUV together and we quickly returned to the interstate to make ou
r way to wherever we were going.
I took in everything I could see and I tried to remember each turn we made. I didn’t know for sure these guys were safe and I wanted to be prepared for my escape if that needed to happen.
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“Can you just tell me where we are going? Please,” I begged Gunner. He finally looked at me, but he still didn’t respond. It was like there was a big secret about where we were going. Obviously I didn’t know what was going on; I couldn’t tell anyone where we were even if I was asked. Why wouldn’t they just tell me something?
“We will be there shortly,” Gunner said.
Then he patted my hand with his. The gesture of kindness overwhelmed me and I started to cry. Everything over the past few weeks had been so emotional. At that moment I sat in a vehicle with three men I didn’t know and was so overwhelmed. I couldn’t take it anymore and I continued to cry.
What had happened to my life? I had been living a nice boring life where I remodeled my family home and took photos in my spare time. Now I was in the middle of murder and mystery that I didn’t want to be in the middle of. Yes, I liked Chris. Yes, I wanted him to be alright. But I didn’t want all the rest of this. It was too much for my fragile emotions and I needed it to end as soon as possible.
Gunner reached out and held my hand and squeezed it. He didn’t say anything and neither did the two men in the front of the vehicle. But his kind gesture erased my concerns that he was some sort of double agent. I could tell he genuinely wanted me to feel more comfortable and certainly wanted me to stop crying. Didn’t all men hate crying? It was that universal thing among all men. They loved their women but hated the emotions that often took control of them.
I took a couple deep breaths and did my best to calm myself.
I wanted to be strong. The last few weeks and everything that had gone on with Chris had brought up so many past emotions of Michael. When I lost him in that car accident a few years before, it had changed my ability to cope with so many more things.
We were north of Chicago now, at least I thought, and exited the interstate. We moved quickly through some side streets and onto a country road. Again, the driver seemed to know exactly where he was going. He also did not care that the dirt road was not meant for going 60 miles per hour.
We pulled into a driveway to a very large Victorian house. It was in the middle of nowhere and the sign at the front of the driveway read Sweet B & B it seemed like a very odd place to be with an SUV full of combat men. Their special forces type skills did not fit with the sweetness of a bed and breakfast. I didn’t really know what their skills were, only that they were some sort of tactical team, but I thought they all had pretty similar skills to Chris.
I watched as we pulled up to the back of the house and the driver got out. He went into the house and then motioned for the rest of the men to come in.
“We are here,” Gunner said as he got out of the SUV.I waited for a moment and then he opened my door. I stood there for a minute before I followed the men inside. I obviously wasn’t being held prisoner as none of the men seemed to care that I looked around the house and made mental notes of everything I could before I went inside. Gunner waited at the door for me as I came up the front steps full of trepidation.
I breathed in deeply and walked into the house. It looked like an old bed and breakfast; everything was outdated and very run down. It wasn’t a current, working business that was for sure. The entryway was covered in huge flowered wallpaper and there was a large chandelier hanging from two stories above. Stairs curved around from one side of the room to the other as they made their way up to the second level.
I stood there and took in everything and then felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and saw a man standing in what looked like the sitting room. He looked very familiar, but my brain did not register who it was at first. The man was dressed in old clothes and had shaggy dark brown hair with a thick brown beard. I looked at him and he looked at me. He smirked and it suddenly hit me.
“Chris!” I said and ran and wrapped my arms around him.
He kissed me and the roughness of his beard rubbed against my face. I had never kissed someone with a beard before and it was an entirely new sensation for me. My lips moved gently around his and I tried to avoid feeling his hair against my lips. Our tongues moved with each other and then I noticed that there were four guys in the room behind Chris. They tried not to look at us but awkwardly looked at one another.
“Hey babe,” he said and he grabbed my hand and we walked to the dining room on the other end of the front entryway.
He looked tired, more than tired; Chris looked exhausted. I could tell he had been busy and I didn’t need to ask him more about what he had been busy doing. It was very apparent that he had been busy trying to figure out who had found his home and tried to attack him there.
“I was worried about you. Then Gunner punched Robert and made me go with him, I didn’t know what was going on.”
“I got word that they were stalking your house and looking for me. I didn’t want someone else to grab you so I sent Gunner and the guys. Sorry if it scared you.”
“Robert tried to attack Gunner and got punched. He probably has already called the local police. I’m sure he thinks I was kidnapped by someone.”
“Don’t worry, we will straighten it out.”
I couldn’t argue with him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He held my hand and we walked up the stairs to the room he had his things in. It looked like he had just arrived at the house because nothing was unpacked. I noticed a bathroom off to the side of the room and a small closet on the other side. Probably out of habit, Chris looked through both parts of the room before he pulled the covers back on the bed.
He was about to get into bed and I grabbed his hand. He was filthy; he obviously hadn’t showered or slept in a long time. But I knew he would feel better if he took a shower. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. He came with me reluctantly.
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His normal, arrogant self was gone and instead, a gentle and kind man stood in front of me. He didn’t have the energy to be tough. Instead, he stood there and let me unbutton his pants and slide them off of him.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head and then took the rest of his clothes off. He stood there without talking and just waited as I turned the shower on and got it to just the right temperature. I opened the door and nudged him into the shower and dirty brown filled the floor as the water washed over his body.
I took my clothes off and got into the shower with him. I grabbed a bunch of shampoo and filled my hand. I let it pour onto his head and I scrubbed his hair and even his beard with it. I used my soapy hands to rub up and down his body and clean as much of the dirt off of him as possible. Chris stood there with his eyes closed as my hands moved over him. I turned him around and let my hands continue to move over his back and down his legs. Then I reached around and let my hand maneuver his cock. I could feel him let out a breath when my hand wrapped around him and he leaned forward against the shower wall to steady himself.
I didn’t keep going though. Instead, I let my hands move around his body again and rinse off all of the soap that I had applied. I used the warm water and moved it around his body until all the dirt looked like it was finally gone.
The muscles on his body were beyond that of any person I had ever seen. Even though I had seen them and touched them before, his body still kept me in awe. It was like every single muscle was at its peak. As my hands moved over his calf and thighs, I didn’t feel an ounce of fat. His body was almost pure muscle. My hands moved up to his ass and I felt the power of his glutes as they formed a perfectly round ass. Then I moved up to his back and let my hands glide over all the muscles that extended around his torso.
Suddenly he turned around and kissed me.
The passion in his eyes made my body melt. Chris pinned me up against the side of the shower and let his hands move o
ver my body. His fingers lingered over each of my nipples and then moved around to grab my ass and pull me toward him.
I felt his body enlarge as he pressed up against me. My hand instinctively wrapped around his cock and moved up and down as I enjoyed his throbbing member. My breath quickened with desire. The warm water lapped against my skin and his hands moved smoothly over the water to all areas of my body. I closed my eyes and took in the moment.
He seemed to have gotten a sudden burst of energy and turned off the shower and threw open the curtain. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and then lifted me up out of the shower. I dripped water everywhere as he brought me to bed. He took his towel off and laid it on the bed and then threw me onto the towel.
His eyes devoured me as he stood over me. The animalistic look in his eyes was more than I could take. I broke his gaze and turned away. Chris climbed into bed next to me and I prepared myself to be taken by him. I wanted him to ravage me. I wanted to feel his hard cock thrusting inside of me. I wanted to moan out in pleasure with each thrust that he delivered.
He lay on his side and pulled my ass up against him. I felt his hard cock resting in the crease of my ass cheeks. We lay there in the spoon position and he wrapped his arms around me. The exhaustion must have gotten the best of him because he kissed the back of my neck and pulled the covers up over our naked bodies.
I loved that he had the will power to wait. Instead of some half-hearted love making, he was man enough to lie next to me and got to sleep. That was admirable and something I doubted many other men would be able to do. I didn’t mind at all, not making love. It felt so good to have his arms wrapped around me. Each of his long, strong arms made their way around my body and almost back to him. I felt like a small little thing next to his massive muscles. But I felt safe. No matter what else happened in the future, at that moment I felt safe and that was all that mattered.
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