by Wyatt, Dani
“Well.” Nana looks down for a long moment, then out the window beyond where Walker sits. “I guess the only bright spot is at least we’re home. At least that fool of a father of yours made sure you still have Tensfield if nothing else. How he managed that I don’t know, but here we are. And here we will stay. I’m not leaving this place. Not again. It’s the only home I’ve loved. We will re-build a life. For what I have left and for what you deserve.”
The wisp of melancholy in her voice tells me how much she’s missed being here. All our good memories are tied up in this place. She’s the woman that gave me a safe place since as far back as I can remember. When my mother died when I was barely old enough to remember it, Nana came to keep me out of my father’s hair. As little as he’d let her do for me, she still taught me what love was and grew to love this place, partly I think because all we had was each other, and as isolated as father kept us here, it became our sanctuary.
Walker clears his throat and stands. It’s been a long day, and my heart is conflicted. I know we are home, but I also know we are far from in the clear. The notices taped to the front door when we arrived greeted me with the reality that although Tensfield passed into my name from a secret trust when father died. There were several attorney’s involved in his estate, or what was left of it. The package that arrived this morning with all the information about Walker and where he’d stashed some money was a surprise. It didn’t change the fact that the taxes on the property are years behind and the foreclosure notices only give us a few more weeks.
“I’ll make sure, Nana. I’ll make sure we are okay from now on.”
A low rumble comes from Walker as he steps forward, hands down in the front pockets of his black trousers. His suit jacket is pulled open at the front, and the outline of his massive manhood tightens my belly.
“You are both going to be okay. I will make sure of that.”
I want to believe him, I really do. But deep in my heart, I know what I need to do. Because there is no room for error anymore in my life. It’s time I took control and took care of myself, no matter how sincere I think Walker may be. Time to quit waiting around for someone else to take care of things. In father’s office, just an hour after we’d arrived home, I found the phone numbers I needed and made a phone call. My stomach is tied in knots knowing what I’ve got to do, but there are no other options.
I need time. And resources. And there is only one way. I want to keep Tensfield, and even if I decided to sell, it would take months. There are repairs to do, and it would take time to get it sold, more time that I have.
“I’m tired,” Nana whispers, looking up. “Leave me be. I’m fine. Thank you for the food. But I just want to rest.”
We say hushed goodbyes for now and Walker takes me by the hand as we descend the curved stairs toward the main floor and the front door.
“Listen.” He grabs me by the shoulders, turning me around to face him as we stop at the base of the stairs. “I meant what I said. I’m going to take care of you. Of you both. I just need a bit of time. I’ve got things in motion, but with everything...” He shakes his head and thumbs my cheek gently. “Everything that fucking happened, I’m not the man I used to be. The man you remember with the deep pockets and the connections. What I do have, is this.” He points to his temple. “And this.” He brings his finger down to my heart. “And as successful as I was in the past?” Another shake of his head on a long exhale. “I’ve never had the desire like I have now to re-build. You know my heart. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
I push up on my toes to bring my lips to his. I want to believe it all, and in a way I do. But I also know we may not have time. He can’t see the future any more than I can. So I have to make my own plans, and that’s exactly what I’ve done.
His warm lips open and his tongue glides into my mouth. He presses his body against me and I feel his length under the fabric.
“I can’t get enough of you, Mia. I’ll never get enough.” His deep tenor trembles into our kiss as his hands sweep down my hips, lifting me onto him as he steps us forward against the nearest wall.
Heat takes me over from head to toe and I can’t help my own response, spreading my thighs and pressing myself against him. I’ve surprised even myself with the way I completely give in to my own needs, without judgment or criticism, when I’m with Walker. There is no shame in how much I want him, in all the things I would do for him. The way I feel when he touches me when he’s inside me... nothing has ever felt so right.
The scruff of his beard drags down my neck as he bites me there before kissing and licking as I gasp and feel his hand move down between us. The clink of his belt, the soft sound of his zipper and his pants falling to the floor. He jerks his suit coat open and grabs handfuls of his shirt, lifting it upward and pressing our naked flesh together.
“I need you right now. Tell me you belong to me, Mia, tell me you’re mine. Tell me right now.”
I feel the tip of his hard cock at my entrance. His no panties rule gives him the access he demands. His lips are on my ear and the sound of his breathing coupled with the sensation of him pushing inside me has me at a momentary loss for words.
As he enters me in one slick motion, my body already wet and ready for him, I tear at his hair and answer him. “I belong to you. All of me. Yours.” I choke out each word as he slams me into the wall.
He’s growling now, grunting and thrusting. His hands come to hold my ass, pulling me apart and against him, slamming me with unrelenting blows of his thick erection.
It’s all I can do to hold onto him. There is no gentleness in this sex. It’s raw, pure, animalistic, and the world begins to explode around me. My body shakes with ecstasy. I am his vessel, he’s using me for his pleasure, and I am so proud to be right here, right now, for him.
An orgasm rips through me on a breath. I come so hard and fast that it catches me off-guard. Walker’s hips churn forward, lifting me up and down against him until I see white spots in the corners of my vision, my head falling back and cracking against the wall.
“That’s my good girl. Feeling you cum on my cock makes me a king.”
“Cum with me, Walker. Cum inside me.” I barely get the words out before I’m slammed by another orgasm and Walker roars.
Slick heat fills my body as he buries himself balls-deep inside me. I feel the girth of his cock swell, the jerking at the base as his body releases jets of his sperm inside me. We are both lost in waves of our pleasure and Walker’s lips are on mine. His tongue works into my mouth as his seed sprays into my body.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tears spring to my eyes. Twinges of pain shoot into my core from the depth of where he’s seated inside me, but I only revel in every sensation. My core clenches and Walker pulls back from our kiss, connecting with my eyes.
“I love you. Don’t you ever forget that.” He kisses my nose. “I’m going to give you everything you need in this world, Mia. I promise.”
He lifts me up and off his erection, setting me on my feet and smoothing my skirt back down.
“No.” I stumble and let out a tight laugh. “A bit.” I smile as he pushes strands of my hair back from my face.
Walker’s still half-hard erection is tipped with a drop of cum and I lick my lips, wanting to taste it, remembering the flavor from last night like a favorite meal.
He drops his hands to work his pants upward and his erection back into his black pants, zipping up, then in the next moment, I’m up and in his arms against his chest.
“It’s been a long day for you, too. Here’s my suggestion: I put you in bed, order us some pizza, and we call it a night.”
At that moment, I realize I am utterly exhausted. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought Walker would be here tonight with me on my first night home, but nothing feels more right. I half want to question if he means he will spend the night, but if the answer is no, I think I might just cry. So instead I decided to just believe and hope that is what he mea
ns.
He walks us both down the hall, my head on his shoulder. My heart is still beating hard in my chest and I can feel his cum slick between my legs with every wobbling step.
I want to trust him. I want to believe he will be here for me. For us.
And I do believe that is his intent.
But even as he lays me down on the bed, his eyes reflecting the same wonder I feel, my belly twists. Tomorrow I will take action, make sure I’m secure. I will not be the girl I used to be. I’ve set up a meeting that will, for the first time, put me in charge of figuring out how to take care of my own business. I feel a hint of guilt seep in, knowing I’ll need to hide this from Walker but knowing it’s part of learning how to take responsibility for myself.
7
Walker
THE SUN IS JUST PEEKING up over the horizon, an orange line glowing across the open fields that stretch away out her bedroom window as I listen to Mia’s soft breathing.
The first day of the rest of our lives.
Laying here, touching her cheek, even with so little sleep I am as awake and as invigorated as any morning that has come before. I pick up the harmonica from the night table and play softly. Mia sighs in her sleep and I finish the melody not wanting to wake her.
I truly hope she sleeps for hours. She is exhausted. My needs overwhelmed me during the night. I took her more times than I can count. Slipping softly inside of her whenever my desire could no longer be quelled.
Mia took to me like a vixen, too. Uninhibited, needing me as much as I need her. It has my heart in my throat and my gratitude overflowing to know that she wants me like that. When she asked to taste me, begged me to cum in her mouth, I can’t remember being so honored.
And I gave it to her, of course. Her pleasure is my very purpose. But seeing the joy in her eyes when my cock slipped into her mouth for the first time was almost more than a man could take.
The knowledge that forever I would stand between her and the world from this moment forward. It took hold in the deepest crevices of my soul.
Even in her sleep, as I spread her legs and took her, her hands came to my ass, pulling me deeper inside. It was as though we both became addicted to the same drug at the same time and we were already helpless to its power over us.
Mia stirs as my fingers lightly tweak her nipple.
“I love you, Cricket. I’ll be home soon.” I whisper the words softly into her ear and in her sleep, a soft sigh escapes her lips as they turn up at the corners. “There’s food on the nightstand. Your kit is right there. Eat then check your sugar.” Another quick kiss and she sighs and falls back to sleep.
I’m steel hard, pre-cum weeps from my cock and thoughts of the new ways I wish to take her pound in my head. On her knees again last night, I pressed my thumb into her ass, telling her very soon I would take her there as well. She orgasmed so hard she lost consciousness, and I knew right then that my little sweet Mia would be my own filthy angel.
I reach down and grip the base of my erection, trying to stem the rage. I stroke myself a few times, watching her lay here on her back, just breathing, simply content. The mere sight of her chest rising and falling with each breath has me on the verge of cumming again, but I gather my resolve. My cum belongs to her. Never again will I waste it. If it’s not on her or in her, it will not be.
Her plans for the day are to relax, settle back in here, and not leave. I made sure of that as we talked last night. I need to know where she will be while I’m out and she promised me she would stay right here. They do not have a car, or phones so that is also something I will need to remedy.
I take one long look at the glory of the sunrise flows over her flawless ivory skin, highlighting every swell and curve as it lights up the marks I’ve left on her.
The sheets are a twisted mess, my cum flakes lightly all over her body, and I know even now a baby could be growing inside her. Never have I felt this need to possess someone. To bind her to me so that we will never be apart again.
Today though, my new plan is in place. I slip out of the bed, pressing my lips one last time to hers as I walk across the room to the shower I told her last night that I would be out early to take care of some business. I need to pick up somethings too. Clothes, shoes, general life supplies. She pouted and complained, and I understand her need. I have those needs too, and if it was possible I would spend the day in her arms. But this is what is best for her, for all of us, and that will always come first.
HOURS LATER AND I’M feeling accomplished. Back in my zone.
My morning meetings went as planned. It didn’t take long for me to line up the investors I necessary. These are not the suits you find sitting in board rooms with 401Ks, mind you. My investors meet in bars and the back offices of warehouses. But their money is as good as any and their investments will give me the capital I need to get started. The take for them is higher than most would find acceptable, but I know it will be worth the risk.
I’ve just come from meeting the owner of the house I rented. A few phone calls prior, and I have delivery set up for the equipment I’ll need to get myself back in the income game. I was able to stop and do the shopping I needed also and I’ve got new clothes and other sundry items in bags in the trunk ready to settle into Tensfield with Mia. I plan on taking her out to shop as well. All she and Nana brought were a few suitcases and I want my girls to have whatever they need.
Lucky for me, the most important piece of equipment I need is between my ears. And it’s fucking full of what I need to do to spin my first profit. A few high-speed terminals, five large monitors, and a few other key pieces have been ordered and on their way to the rental house where I’ll set up my office.
There’s still a darkness inside me knowing where I’m headed next.
Roman is the one guy I told myself I would never work with again. I don’t relish talking to him, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He’s got the last lump of cash I’ll need to make things happen faster. It’s just that his terms are nothing to fuck around with and he’s just an asshole.
But I need him for now.
With his funds added to those I’ve already been promised by my other investors, I’m ready to go. Arbitrage may not sound sexy –most people don’t even know what it is– but the way my mind works it’s as easy as breathing. I just see the opportunities.
Those tiny fluctuations in trading currencies that allow me to swoop in and profit. It’s a fast game and a few seconds one way or the other can make or break you. Securities are too visible right now. With my conviction, going back into that arena simply isn’t an option. And honestly, it was never where my heart lay. It’s the challenge of currency trading that lights up my brain.
The house I rented will not be where I sleep. No fucking way am I ever sleeping away from Mia again. As nice as the rented place is, Tensfield is where she feels at home and personally, wherever she is will be my home.
Call me old school, but it sticks in my craw to think she would ever need to worry about money ever again. That’s on my shoulders and I intend to step up and put any fears she might still be harboring to rest once and for all.
And so on.
My gut is tight. I stopped between meetings at the first cell phone store I found and got both Mia and Nana new iPhones. I was irrationally pissed when I found out she didn’t have a phone at all. Seems her father kept her practically imprisoned physically and technologically and when I prodded her about it, her reply was ‘who would I call anyway?’
Not speaking to her just for a few hours now has me on the brink of insanity.
One more meeting, then I’m breaking some speed laws to get back to her. My mind is racing, my dick is throbbing, and my fear of losing her again is making me crazy. I turn the corner toward the warehouse district. It’s a shithole area, but it’s where Roman Hendrik holds court
Logically, I know Mia is probably safe there at Tensfield with Nana. Nothing has happened to her, but I don’t know...call it fucking PTSD or
whatever you’d like but I can’t lose her again. I won’t. And I may be irrational, but if it prevents the nightmare of being without her repeating itself, I accept that I will live as half madman for the rest of my life.
8
Mia
THE TAXI SMELLS LIKE fried food and the evergreen air freshener hanging from the rearview. I smooth my skirt down over my thighs as the driver eases around the corner of the alley and down the dirt road, coming to a stop in front of a wood and corrugated iron warehouse. It may not be a brick mansion, but I know not to let that fool me.
I’m battling the panic attack I feel tightening in my chest but out of necessity, I’m pushing myself and praying I get through this.
This warehouse is the place where I’m hoping to take back a bit of control, to find a solution to my current dilemma. It will be a band-aid, that’s for sure. A short-term financial bridge at least to get the back taxes paid, but I’m hoping it will also set me up to figure out how to open some sort of business of my own.
From utilities to maintenance and taxes, I’m ready for an uphill climb trying to find a way to make enough to manage Tensfield on my own. But for now, if I can convince Roman to give me two-hundred-thousand with a lien on Tensfield to guarantee the repayment, I think I have an idea of how to take control of my life.
I’ve been thinking more and more about editing. I don’t know exactly how to start, but I know with the internet, I could probably start a little business and have clients around the world without having to even go out. Or meet anyone. Both pluses for me. If I get enough clients, do well, move to bigger clients, do better...it’s a longshot. I may need to take some classes online but it’s doable and fits in with a lot of my talents as well as my issues.
It’s tenuous, but it’s possible. And it’s all I have.
