by Rye Hart
Never taking her eyes off mine, Abby pulled the tie that held her hair up and let her long, blonde locks fall free. I pressed her against the back of the shower, our naked bodies touching and rubbing together in all the right places. Her nipples rubbed against my chest, my cock between her thighs, making us both burn hotter for each other.
I kissed her deeply, our mouths eating at each other like we were two people starving. The warmth of the water cascaded down my back, sluicing way my cares. Sluicing away everything but the sensations coursing through my body. Abby trailed her nails down my spine as she kneaded my flesh, pulling me into her.
Her hands moved to my chest, and she pushed me away gently. I stared down at her in surprise and she looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. I didn't know what to do at first, but finally took the hint and backed up a bit, giving her space.
Abby dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands around my shaft and her lips parted. With wide eyes, she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping around the head of my dick as she worked her way down slowly, inch by inch. She couldn't take all of me into her mouth, not right away, but her hand moved in perfect rhythm with her mouth and I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
It felt like electricity was coursing through my veins as she worked her mouth and hand up and down on my stiff prick. I moaned loudly and held onto the back of her head, playing with her hair as she sucked me off, moving up and down my shaft with her plump lips and tight little fist. I drew in a long shuddering breath and felt my knees going weak as she worked me over. It took everything in me not to blow my load and fall over right then and there. It felt so fucking good.
With one hand working my member in concert with her mouth, she reached out and took my balls in her other hand, squeezing and kneading them.
“Fuck,” I growled as shockwaves of sensation coursed through me.
With my cock in one hand – and her mouth – and my balls in her other hand, Abby worked my prick like she had something to prove. I felt the sharp spike of pleasure drive itself through me and I cried out.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled, pulling her hair harder and harder.
I didn't want to come, not like this. Not before I pleased her in return. Abby had different plans for me though. She sped up, taking even more of me into her mouth, working me harder and faster with her hand at the same time. She looked up, her blue eyes finding mine, and when I saw the devilish little gleam in them, I knew it was over. I leaned sideways, bracing myself against the wall for support as my breath quickened. The muscles in the back of my thighs tensing as my cock began pulsing in her mouth.
“Fuck, I'm going to come, Abby. I don't want to – ”
She didn't stop, though. She didn't even slow down. If anything, her grip tightened and she sped up with her mouth. She continued sucking until there was no turning back. My hands held onto her head, and I stared down at her, the pressure building in my balls until I threw my head back and cried out, my voice echoing around the bathroom.
I felt my body shudder hard and then I exploded into Abby's mouth. Her eyes widened a bit, at first, but then she smiled while still keeping me between those beautiful lips of hers as I filled her mouth with my hot cum.
She stood up with a delightful smile on her face, looking pleased with herself. I still couldn't even stand without supporting myself against the wall. My head was spinning and my vision wavered, but all I could do was reach for her. I pulled her to me, held her tight, her head resting against my chest. My heart raced as she nuzzled in close, dotting soft gentle kisses along my flesh.
That is what heaven feels like. That was the moment I knew I was in trouble. That there was no turning back. It was in that moment I knew that whatever happened between us, would happen. I no longer had control over any of it. Or, of anything.
It scared me shitless.
But goddamn, it felt so fucking good. She felt so fucking good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ABBY
Chase was out in the fields with the cattle and tractor or whatever, doing – well – whatever farmers do in their fields. Feeling utterly clueless, I stood on the porch watching him. But, I knew I could watch him all day and still have no clue what he did out there.
It had been a couple of weeks, and there was still no sign of Paul, which was a good thing. My bumps and bruises had healed though, and there was some small part of me that desperately hoped Paul had given up on finding me. That I could go on with my life without having to constantly look over my shoulder.
Not that he'd give up that easily, though. I wasn't naïve enough to think that it was over and that he was gone from my life for good. I knew better than that. Having that faint flame of hope was a lot different than staring reality in the face.
I let out a long breath. The mere thought of Paul killed my smile and threatened to ruin my good mood. A weight settled low in my body as I remembered the words he'd said to me that night outside the bar. The night he'd beaten me. He'd promised he'd get me back. He said that nothing would stop him.
“You're mine, Abby,” he shouted through his open car window as he screeched out of the parking lot. “We're going to be a family again, just wait and see. You belong to me!”
A family. Not that we had ever been a family. He'd made sure of that. Not intentionally so, but he's the reason I'd lost our baby. His temper knew no bounds, and once he got drunk, he lost all control. My hand fell to my stomach as the bitter, painful memories washed through me. I'd been four months along, and my child was all I cared for. All I lived for. I was hiding it from him and trying to leave for the sake of my unborn baby, but Paul found out and it was over.
For me and for our child.
Tears welled in my eyes and I shuddered with the memory of my grief. Nobody knew I was ever pregnant besides Paul. No one knew my desire to have a family like my own. I wanted nothing more than to be a mother, and after losing my baby, I knew I could never have that with Paul again. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to have it with anyone again, to be honest.
But, there I was, and my period was late.
Chase was out on the tractor, at peace. We still weren't officially dating. We had no real label for what we were. We were simply enjoying each other. We'd been sharing a bed for a while now, the guest room went unused since the first night I'd stayed at his place. Even that night though, he'd slept in that bed with me. In the time I'd been with him, we hadn't been apart. It was still new, of course, and there were still so many questions left unanswered for the both of us.
But, there I was, fearing I'd messed up. Fearing that I'd just changed the course of not just my life, but Chase's as well.
With everything going on, and all the craziness the past few months, birth control hadn't been at the top of my priority list. I was on the pill, but with all the stress, I hadn't been the best at remembering to take it. I'd missed a few days.
This was my fault; I knew it.
If I were pregnant, there was no doubt I'd keep the baby. If I were pregnant, it would be not just a miracle, but a little piece of me, and I couldn't imagine getting rid of it. I wasn't sure Chase felt the same way, though. We'd never talked about children and, truth be told, I had no idea how he felt about having kids of his own. All I knew was that he'd been so adamant about not rushing into anything, believing that he'd be alone for the rest of his life. Believing that he was no good for anybody, and was damaged beyond all repair.
Yeah, knowing that, he didn't exactly strike me as a family man.
If it turned out that I was pregnant, I knew that I just might have to leave again. Not knowing how Chase would react to a positive test, I tried to prepare myself for the possibility that I'd have to go back out on my own, even though the police had not located Paul.
Leaving would be a risk for both me and the child, but I might not have any other choice. God, why couldn't things ever be easy for me?
Maybe I wasn't pregnant, I thought. Maybe my period was late beca
use of all the stress I've been under lately. All the stress I've been under for a while now. It's happened before. I bit my lower lip as I continued watching Chase, indecision paralyzing me.
I needed to find out whether I was pregnant for sure. But, with Chase rarely letting me out of his sight, how was I supposed to do that?
As I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I was going to do, my gaze fell on Chase's truck. I chewed on my bottom lip, considering my options – and realized I didn't have many. If I wanted answers, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.
I didn't drive often, but I did know how to drive. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in town alone – Chase had been very clear about that – but it would be a quick trip. I could run into town and get in and out of the drugstore before anybody knew I was there. One simple purchase. Paul hadn't been seen or heard from in weeks; it should be fine.
I looked back out at the fields, watching Chase on his tractor in the distance. There was no way he would let me go to town alone. No way. There was also no way I could pick up a pregnancy test with him watching my every move. I wasn't ready to have that conversation with him. I feared it could unhinge us before we even got comfortable. It could be the reason he pushed me away.
If I were pregnant, that was one thing. If I wasn't and this was all just a scare, I didn't want to sound the alarm for nothing. I didn't want to lose him. Though I was trying hard not to, I was already developing feelings for this man, and while it was too early to tell, it seemed like he was falling for me too.
Something between us just clicked. Something felt right. When we were together, it was like everybody and everything in the world around us just melted away. We fit together like hand and glove and there was a chemistry developing between us that was undeniable. It was deep and it was profound.
But, it was also still new. Still fragile. The slightest wind could blow this whole house of cards down. Which was why, until I was sure, I couldn't afford to say anything to him about it.
Chase kept his keys on a table by the door. I stepped inside and wrapped my hands around them, holding them tight to keep them from jangling. He was way out in the fields and wouldn't hear them, but I was being paranoid. I took a deep breath as I picked them up. This was it. I was going to do it. He'd be out on the field for a while longer, doing whatever it was he did out there. I could sneak into town, get what I needed and be back before he even knew I was missing.
I just hoped he didn't look up at the wrong time and see his truck driving off. But, the stakes were too high and I was willing to risk it. I felt bad sneaking around like I was, and I felt worse for borrowing his truck without permission. But, I couldn't think of another way to do it. Not without giving away my secret and causing more stress and drama for him. Stress and drama that could possibly push him away for good. For all I knew, it could be nothing and I was just being super paranoid.
Keys in hand, I rushed out to his truck and climbed into the driver's seat. Given that I didn't really drive all that often, it felt weird being behind the wheel – even weirder behind the wheel of such a monstrous vehicle. I put the key in the ignition and it started right up. I checked the mirrors, positioned them just right, hoping I didn't miss any blind spots. It was then though, I noticed the gun rack behind me, Chase's rifle was in place. Good thing to know if I did run into trouble. At least I had the comfort of knowing I had some sort of protection.
My hands trembled and my heart thundered in my chest as I put the truck into reverse. The beast of a truck backed up harder than I'd expected, jolting me a bit. It had been so long since I'd driven anything, and I'd never been behind the wheel of a vehicle that big before, that I began to panic and have second thoughts about this little adventure. But, after a few deep, calming breaths, I got myself collected enough that I managed to get control of the monster. By the time I got turned around and moving in a forward direction, I found that it wasn't so bad. I felt in control of it, so I hit the road – though I drove as slowly as I could toward town.
I was going well below the speed limit, but at least I was staying in control of the vehicle. The road was bumpy and filled with gaping potholes. And because I was moving so slowly – and being so short, I didn't have the best view of the road ahead of me – it felt like I managed to hit every single one of them. After a few minutes of bouncing around through the potholes, nearly hitting my head on the roof of the cab as some of the bigger ones tossed me upward like I weighed nothing, I got used to the size of the truck and the way it handled. I found a way to sit so that I could see the road better. Feeling a little more confident, I sped up just a little. I didn't want Chase to discover his truck missing, so I did need to hurry and get back.
“Please, God, just let everything be okay,” I prayed. “Don't let me crash or hit anybody, either, please.”
I wasn't even sure what “okay” was at that point, to be honest. Part of me wanted to have a baby. Ever since I lost mine, it's been almost an obsession with me. Having a child was never far from my thoughts. But, I was smart enough to realize that my situation was horrible and it was the last thing I needed. It was the last thing a child needed. Before I even thought about having a baby again, I needed to pull myself together and get my life back on track.
In the more immediate sense, I also knew I didn't want to run into Paul, or for Chase to see that his truck was missing. That would be a start. A big start.
Though I'd sped up a bit, I was still driving so slowly, it seemed to take forever to get into town. As soon as I rounded a bend and saw the town come into sight, though, I let out a long breath of relief. I parked outside the pharmacy – accidentally taking up two spots instead of just one. And I wasn't feeling confident enough to try and wiggle the truck into one spot.
No biggie though. I was going to be quick. In and out before anybody even noticed the extra spot I was taking. With my hand on the door handle, I noticed Chase's baseball hat sitting in the passenger seat. Scooping it up, I slipped the hat over my head to give me a little cover, hoping it might offer me some sort of disguise. I climbed out of the truck and hustled inside, keeping my head down.
Once inside the store, I headed straight for the aisle that had what I needed. Feminine products. I glanced down at the different kinds of tests, somewhat surprised to see so many, and debated with myself about which one I should get. Finally, frustrated and not coming up with the magic answer, I grabbed a few different brands, just to be safe, and rushed to the front register.
“Lovely day today, isn't it?” the older woman at the check-out said as I placed the tests on the counter.
“It sure is,” I mumbled, not bothering to look up.
I kept my head down, not making eye contact with anyone, although I was keeping an eye on my surroundings in my peripheral vision.”
“Are you new in town, miss?” the checker asked. “Or just passing through?”
“Passing through,” I lied.
She rang up the first pregnancy test, then the second. I glanced up at her and saw the smile on her face. By the time she rang up the third test kit, she was giggling. I looked at her, viciously biting back the snarky comment on the tip of my tongue. The last thing I wanted to be was memorable and the last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself. I just wanted to get my tests and get out of there.
“Sorry,” she said, obviously seeing the look of dismay on my face. “It's just, I remember when I was trying to have kids. Long time ago now, I tell you. It was such a nerve-wracking experience and I didn't know which one to get either. Trying to figure out which test was the best was probably one of the most stressful experiences of the whole ordeal. Better to get them all, am I right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said.
I bit my fingernail and tried to hide the color that was blooming in my cheeks. The woman had a friendly smile and I felt bad for being so rude to her. Ordinarily, I would have sat and chatted with her for a while. But, I was feeling each grain of sand slipping through the
hourglass keenly, reminding me that time was absolutely of the essence. I just needed to pay for my things and get out of here, not make small talk. She put the items in a bag and I paid with cash – just in case. I'd learned my lesson about using cards.
The woman – her name badge said Cathy – handed me my change. I gave her a grateful little smile as I dropped the money back into my bag.
“Hopefully you and your husband get the news you want,” she said.
Husband. I gulped back the lump growing in my throat and feigned a smile.
“Thank you,” I muttered, not bothering to correct her.
It wouldn't do any good anyway and was a conversation I really couldn't afford to get into. I grabbed the bag and hurried back out to the truck. I got inside as quickly as possible, tossed the bag on the passenger seat, and breathed a sigh of relief. I started the truck and headed back toward Chase's place. I felt better already. I'd get back there, park the truck, and he'd never have to know.
At least that's what I told myself.
The truck drove a little easier on the way back, mainly because I was used to it. I might have even sped a little, trying to get back before Chase got off his tractor and noticed the truck was missing. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the tractor was parked and Chase wasn't in the field, as far as I could tell. My heart sank and I felt the knots in my stomach constricting as I scanned the landscape, searching for any sign of him. Shit. Had he come in while I was gone?
Parking the truck, I waited a moment to see if Chase came running out, hoping he was still out in the field somewhere but feeling that hope fading with each passing second.
Of course, with my luck being what it was, he had come in from the field while I was out. The front door of his house swung open, crashing against the wall, and he came marching toward me. His feet hit the pavement hard and with an audible, angry thump I could hear from inside the truck. His face was twisted with a dark look of anger, and I knew I was in trouble.
