by R. R. Banks
I slide my hands down, slipping them beneath the waistband of her shorts and relish the smooth skin of her ass. I moan softly when she grips my cock through my pants, squeezing it tightly. Calee raises her arms and allows me to slip the shirt off over her head. Leaning down, I cup her breasts with my hands, circling her stiff nipples with the tip of my tongue.
She shudders when I suck on one, giving it a little nip with my teeth. I feel her hands in my hair, pulling and tugging on it as I continue to lick and suck on her full breasts, kneading them with my hands. My erection is straining at my pants and I'm so hard, it almost hurts. I've never wanted to be inside of somebody more in my life.
Sliding her shorts down, she steps out of them and is standing before me completely naked. I drink in the sight of her body, savoring and admiring it. Calee looks away and I see the color flaring in her cheeks. She's clearly embarrassed by my attention. Reaching out, I take her chin in my hand and turn her head back to me.
“What is it?” I ask.
“The way you look at me,” she says. “You look at me like I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.”
“You are,” I say and am surprised to find that I mean it. “You're breathtaking, Calee.”
The color in her face deepens, but she pulls me down into another kiss – a kiss filled with absolute fire and passion. She tries to pull me down onto the bed, but I don't let her. Instead, I lay her down pulling her to the edge. She looks at me curiously as I sink down to my knees before her. Parting her thighs, I lean forward and slide the tip of my tongue around the warm, wet center of her.
Calee shudders and moans as I trace my tongue around her swollen lips. She moans louder when I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She pulls at my hair, grinding herself against my face as I slide my tongue inside of her, relishing the taste of her.
Taking her clit into my mouth, I start to suck on it as I slip my finger inside of her. I start moving it into her harder and faster as I lick and suck on her, the sound of her moaning turning me on. She arches her back as I bury my tongue deep inside of her, crying out.
I slip a second finger into her, drawing a loud groan from her as I move back to flicking my tongue against her clit. Her breathing is growing ragged and her body is growing tense as I finger her harder and faster. She's pulling my hair and grinding herself against my fingers and mouth even harder and I feel the tension in her body growing. I know she's close.
Driving my fingers deep into her one last time, she shudders and then calls out my name. Her body is writhing beneath me as an orgasm tears through her. Slowly, her breathing begins to return to normal and she looks down at me, a wild look in her eyes and a smile upon her lips.
“That was incredible,” she gasps.
I stand up and quickly take my shirt off. Calee sits up and kisses my stomach, running her tongue up my chest. At the same time, she's stroking me through my pants, making my cock throb almost painfully and I'm aching to be inside of her.
She unzips my pants and reaches in, gripping my cock tightly. I throw my head back and moan as she starts to jerk me off, enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth hand on my cock. I look down and lock eyes with her, the feeling so intense, I'm half-afraid I'm going to come in her hand.
I step back and move over to the nightstand. Reaching into the drawer, I pull out a condom, unwrap it and slip it on before stepping back over to the bed.
“I need to be inside of you,” I say softly.
She bites her bottom lip and smiles as she scoots back up the bed. I climb after her, feeling as eager and strangely enough, as nervous as I was the first time I had sex when I was seventeen. Calee parts her thighs for me as I position myself above her, bracing my body on my arms. I look down into her eyes as I move my hips, pressing the head of my cock against her tight, wet pussy.
Her gaze is intense which makes the fires of desire inside of me burn even brighter. I slowly slip my cock into her, feeling her shudder beneath me. I slide myself into her as deep as I can go. She's so tight and warm inside that I'm nearly overcome by the waves of pleasure.
Slowly, I begin to pump my hips, moving my cock inside of her. Calee wraps her legs around my waist and grips my forearms, her nails digging into my flesh. I thrust myself a little harder and faster, setting a steady rhythm and feel the currents of electricity running along my every nerve ending.
Calee is looking up at me, pure hunger and desire in her eyes. Leaning down, I kiss her as I continue driving myself into her.
“You feel amazing,” I gasp.
“So do you,” she says, a smile upon her lips.
I feel the pressure building inside of me and grit my teeth, trying to hold myself back. I want to savor every last moment I have with her. I can't explain it, but being with her – being inside of her – it's the most intensely pleasurable sexual experience I've had in my life. It just feels – right.
“Roll over,” she says, nearly breathless. “On your back. Now.”
I look down at her and give her a small grin. “Are you giving me an order?”
“Yes, I am,” she replies.
I roll over and laugh. Even in the bedroom, I'm used to being the one giving the orders. Setting the pace. I'm used to being the one in control. And yet, ceding some of that control to Calee feels good. Like everything else, it feels right. So, I go with it.
Rolling off of her and onto my back, I take in her glorious body as she straddles me. Her long dark hair falls down over me, tickling my face and chest. I gasp when she grabs the base of my cock firmly, giving me a nice, hard stroke. And then she's guiding it to her opening, moaning softly as she slips the head of my dick between her dripping wet lips.
“Oh, God,” she says, her voice breathy.
Calee slides herself down on me, taking all of my cock into her. Sheathed full inside of her, I moan at how tight she is. She plants her hands on my chest and bites her bottom lip as she starts to rock her hips, sliding herself up and down on my hard shaft.
Reaching out with one hand, I cup her breast, giving her nipple a firm little pinch that draws a squeal from her. I slide my other hand off her hip and onto her ass, helping guide her as she bounces up and down on my cock.
“I can't believe how good you feel,” she moans. “You fill me up completely.”
I sit up partially and take both of her breasts into my hands, squeezing them, as I suck on her nipples, licking them. She's thrusting herself up and down on my cock harder and faster and the sensations going through me are incredible. I grip her ass, sucking on her breasts as she's fucking me and know that I'm not going to last much longer.
Calee digs her nails into my shoulders, crying out as she's rocking herself back and forth on my cock, taking me deep into her again and again. I hold onto her hips as she leans back, her body starting to spasm hard. Calee cries out, screaming my name as she shudders, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders as she comes.
“Oh, my God, Eric,” she says, her breathing hard and ragged.
I lean forward and kiss her. With my hands on her ass and my cock still fully sheathed inside of her, our tongues swirl together in her mouth. I feel myself starting to throb and pulse. My balls tighten and the fire in my belly is burning as bright as it ever has.
Calee gives me a small, sultry little smile as she starts to move herself up and down my thick shaft once more. I shiver as I feel her sliding up and down my cock, relishing every second of it. She reaches down and cups my balls in her hand. She starts to move harder and faster, taking me deep into her as she gives my balls a firm squeeze.
“Come for me, Eric,” she whispers in my ear. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
And that pushes me over the edge. My moan sounds more like a growl as I feel my cock pulsing and throbbing hard inside of her.
“Oh, Jesus,” I cry out as I feel myself explode inside of her.
I lean my head down on her shoulder and as I feel my hot seed filling the condom, I let the sensations wash over me. W
e sit like that, with her on my lap, clinging to one another for several long moments after the last of my seed has been spent.
I think as we sit in the silent afterglow, we both realize that this wasn't just sex. And it was a lot more than just a casual fuck. Something special passed between us. The bond and connection that started to form between us as we ran for our lives strengthened and deepened.
I look up into her eyes and she looks down into mine. There was so much I want to say in that moment and I can tell that she does too. But there are no words for that moment.
So, we settle for a soft, sweet, intimate kiss instead – a kiss packed with all of the meaning of those words not spoken.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Leave it to you,” Vance chuckles as he steps into my office.
“Leave it to me what?” I ask.
He drops down into the chair across from my desk and sits back. He looks at me for a long moment, a smile playing upon his lips. I have no idea what he's doing here or what he is finding so amusing. We just sit there, staring at each other from opposite sides of my desk.
I've had a few consultations with patients the last few days and it feels good to get back into my normal routine.
“You know,” he finally says. “When most people go out of town or on vacation, they bring back a postcard. A shot glass or some other kitschy, lame little souvenir maybe. But you? You bring back a pregnant cult member.”
“Cult escapee,” I correct him with a chuckle.
“Right, right,” he replies. “Cute girl. Smart. How in the hell did she end up in a cult?”
“Her parents sold her into it,” I tell him. “Is she with Jean?”
He nods. “Yeah, she's giving her a prenatal checkup,” he says. “So, this cult – given that you took one of theirs, are they going to be coming after you? Should we hire armed security for the place?”
“Nah,” I say. “We'll be fine. We ditched them back in Colorado.”
“How'd you do that?”
I tell him the story of our escape and he sits back in his seat, his eyes a little wider, but a look that says he's impressed upon his face.
“Look at you go, soldier boy,” he says. “Guess all that Army training came in handy after all.”
“Looks like.”
We sit in silence for a moment. I can tell there are a million questions rocketing through his mind – Vance has always been the curious type. Or as I like to call it, the nosey type. And I know that one of the questions at the top of his list is whether or not I’m sleeping with Calee. It's a question I don't want to answer only because I don't want him to think that's why I'm helping her. Why I brought her here all the way from Colorado.
What happened the other night was amazing. And I know there's something building between she and I. Something special. Something I've never had or felt before. But it's so new and so fragile – and there's still so much I don't yet understand – that I'm afraid to even speak about it. Afraid that everything will crumble and blow away in the slightest puff of wind.
“What are you going to do about that cult?” he asks.
“About the only thing I can do,” I reply. “Call the cops and see what they can do. Calee says there are still girls there being held against their will. Something needs to be done about that.”
He nods and gives me a grin. “When did you start getting all do-gooder on me?”
I shrug. “I've always been a do-gooder,” I say. “You've just never noticed until now.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he says and checks his watch. “Got a consult in a couple of minutes. I'll check in on you later. Glad to have you back.”
“Glad to be back.”
He leaves my office, closing the door as he goes, and I check my email. Nothing that needs to be dealt with immediately, and I don't have any other consults until later today. I sit back and figure that when Calee is done with Jean, I'll take her to get some lunch or something.
As I sit there, looking at my computer screen, I decide it's time. Something needs to be done about Raymond and his band of freaks. I open up Google and find the number of the Elk Plains Sheriff's Department, jotting it down on my notepad.
I punch the speaker phone button on my phone and dial the number. The call connects and a moment later, starts to ring. The call is answered on the second ring.
“Elk Plains Sheriff's Department,” says the woman I assume to be the receptionist.
“Yes, hello,” I say, looking at the computer screen again. “Can I speak with Sheriff Fitzgerald, please?”
“Tell him who's calling?” she asks.
“Dr. Eric Galloway,” I say. “Tell him this is about Noah's Children.”
“Hang on, hon.”
There's a click on the line followed by some obnoxious country tune. I twirl a pen around my fingers and sit back in my chair. A couple of moments later, there is another click on the line.
“Sheriff Fitzgerald.”
“Sheriff Fitzgerald,” I say. “My name is Dr. Eric Galloway from San Diego, California –”
“California, you say?” he asks. “Thought you were calling about Noah's Children.”
“I am,” I say. “I recently – met – a member who just escaped from that cult. And according to her –”
“Escaped, huh?” he says. “You got a name?”
I sigh, his abrupt manner irritating me. “I'll get to that soon,” I say. “But, this person says that the cult not only has a stockpile of illegal weapons, but that they're keeping girls – young girls – against their wills. She says they're being married to older men and treated as sex slaves.”
The Sheriff chuckles, his voice deep and gravelly. “Tell me something I don't know.”
I look at the phone feeling somewhat dumbstruck by his comment. “If you know, then why haven't you done anything about it?”
“It's called proof, son,” he says. “We've raided the place more times than I can count. Brought the Feds in too. And we can never find these magical, mysterious weapons. And whenever we interview the girls, they all say things is on the up and up and they've never been happier in their lives. And because we got freedom of religion in this country, they're free to worship as they see fit – even if that means livin' out on some damn commune like they do – and we can't do shit about 'em.”
“Surely, there has to be some way to get rid of them,” I say.
“Believe me, I want to. More than you know, son,” the Sheriff says. “And I've tried. But I ain't got a legal leg to stand on.”
“But they apparently have a huge cache of illegal –”
“We ain't got probable cause,” he says. “And I'm all out of favors with the local judges. Ain't nobody gonna issue me anymore warrants to search unless I bring 'em some physical proof. Your escapee have any physical proof?”
I sigh and lean back in my chair again. “No. All she had were the clothes on her back.”
“Believe me, I'd really like to help you out,” he says. “You got no idea how much I'd love to run them assholes out on a rail. But I gotta follow the law. Come back to me with some proof and we can talk.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Thanks.”
I disconnect the call and tap my pen against my desk. I understand the position the Sheriff is in, but it's screwed. Young girls are being abused by deviants out there and there's nothing that can be done? It's bullshit.
I don't know what more can be done though. I don't like it, but we might have to just leave things be. Calee is safe. And that unfortunately, might have to be good enough.
A brief knock followed by the sound of my door opening draws my attention. I look up to find Jean standing in the doorway. There's a look of uncertainty on her face as she looks at me.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Come in,” I say. “Please.”
She walks in and sits down across from me. The look on her face tells me that she's still pissed about the last conversation we had – which, I don't exactly blame her for. I did ac
t like an asshole.
“Did you finish with Calee's prenatal check?”
She nods. “Everything's fine,” she says. “Mother and fetus are both in pretty good health. I gave the girl some vitamin supplements she's a little deficient on. Other than that though, everything checks out.”
I nod and let out a small breath of relief. I had no reason to worry, but for some reason, when Jean took her back, I started to worry about the ten thousand things that could be wrong, imagining every worst-case scenario I could think of.
It was ridiculous, really. Completely irrational. But hearing Jean give Calee a clean bill of health eases my mind in ways I didn't even know it needed to be eased.
“Is there anything else, Dr. Galloway?”
“Yes, actually,” I say. I sit back in my chair and clear my throat before looking up at her again. “Listen, Jean, I wanted to apologize. The last time we spoke – didn't go well. And that's my fault. I was going through some things and took it out on you. You didn't deserve that.”
“No, I didn't,” she replies and then looks at me, her eyes softening. “But at the same time, I know I can be a little overbearing. I know I can sometimes overstep my bounds. I never should have tried to correct you with Mrs. Renfro. That's not my place.”
We both sit back in our seats and look at each other for a long moment – the silence between us, for a change, not filled with tension.
“I know we don't see eye to eye on some things,” I say, “but I want you to know that I value you and the job you do. You're an amazing nurse practitioner and a real asset to our office. I honestly don't know what we'd do without you.”
The look on her face is priceless. Her eyes are wide and she's looking at me like I just sprouted a second head or something. Slowly, she manages to regain her composure.
“Forgive me for asking,” she says. “But, have you been drinking today?”
