Suddenly energized, the three of us ran to our rooms, grabbed blankets and pillows and met in the living room. The big sofas in the large room were perfect for sleeping and we turned out all the lights and talked a while, speculating on who had been outside. The girls talked a bit about their father, too, reminding me how much they adored him. There were so many things they didn’t know and I certainly wasn’t going to tarnish their memory of him.
“Remember, when Dad took us fishing and I fell in the water,” Lilly laughed.
“And he was always working on that old car,” Ivy added. “We were little but he’d let us help him and we’d get covered with grease and dirt.”
“Whatever happened to that old car, Mom?” Lilly asked.
“It’s gone,” I answered quietly, thankful that my daughters had had Michael in their lives.
After a while, the conversation dwindled and their soft, even breathing told me they were asleep.
I, on the other hand, was wide awake.
I lay there with my eyes closed trying to force myself to sleep but it was useless. Too keyed up to even lay still, I quietly pushed my blanket aside and stood up. After stretching, I decided to check the doors and windows again and then realized that I was still wearing my bathrobe. I’d change into shorts and a t-shirt after making sure the house was secure.
Moving silently through the darkened house, I looked out each window, searching for any sign of someone hiding outside. The night was peaceful and quiet. Stars were just beginning to dot the sky and I began to feel a little more relaxed. Before going to my room, I checked on my daughters. They were sleeping soundly, probably worn out from all the excitement.
I didn’t turn on the light. It wasn’t necessary. I knew where everything was so I quietly opened a drawer, found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and laid them out on the bed. Just as I untied my robe and began to slip it off my shoulders, I heard a noise at the door, and then shuffling footsteps.
I gasped, pulled the robe back on, and quickly flattened myself against the wall out of sight of the glass door. Ivy and Lilly had described the man they’d seen as having a limp, hadn’t they? I tried desperately to remember. I stayed that way for what seemed like eternity, my muscles tensing painfully. Maybe I was just imagining it. Nerves.
There it was again. A shuffle. A footstep. A soft tap on the glass.
Holding my breath, I tried to disappear into that wall. If he broke the glass or tried the knob what would I do? I had to protect my family at all costs. I had no weapon…
“Billie.”
Had I heard that correctly? I took a chance and peeked around the corner. There was a silhouette framed in the glass door.
“Billie, it’s me, Brent,” he said, his voice soft.
I let out my breath with a little strangled sigh and rushed toward the door. In seconds it was unlocked and Brent stepped into my room. He closed the door behind him, locked it and a second after that he had me in his arms, kissing me with the almost desperate passion we had always shared for one another.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed when we came up for air.
I shivered and pressed my body against his, not wanting to be even one inch away from him. He kissed me again, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth. His hands slipped inside of my robe and he groaned when he found me naked underneath. Warmth flooded through me when he palmed my tingling nipples and then slid his hands down the curve of my back to my hips, pulling me even closer.
His steel-like hardness throbbed between us, making me wet. The roaming hands and that burning kiss were quickly turning me into a helpless mass of quivering female flesh.
“Brent,” I breathed, clinging to his broad shoulders. “We have to be quiet.”
“I know,” he whispered back and took an extra moment to close my bedroom door.
“I don’t want Lilly and Ivy to hear us.” Even as I whispered those words, I was shrugging out of my robe, falling onto my bed and reaching for him with my whole body. This reminded me of when he used to sneak into my bedroom when we were teenagers.
“They won’t,” he assured me, as he fumbled with his own clothes, pushed them down out of the way and crawled between my legs.
It was all I could do to keep quiet when I caught a glimpse of him in the pale moonlight. Then his tongue slithered up and down my slit and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. He used the point of his tongue to circle my clit until my hips were rocking steadily. Working it downward, he dipped into my wet opening and even lower, teasing me beyond belief.
I dared whisper his name as I tangled my fingers in his hair and rocked my body against his face. His tongue worked its way deeper inside of me and he slid both hands up under my bottom. Just when I thought I could not stand this exquisite torture another second, he pulled away from me and urged my legs further apart with his knees.
Again, the moonlight seemed to highlight his body and I reached for him with both hands. He made a stifled moaning sound when I stroked him and wet droplets oozed onto my fingers. I longed to taste him, to feel him hard, hot and throbbing against my tongue.
But Brent had other ideas.
He pulled out of my grasp and worked the tip of his cock up and down my slit, just like he had done with his tongue earlier. Again, he teased me until I was reaching for him, whimpering in frustration. That’s when he finally gave me the swollen knob and first few inches of thick shaft.
“Brent,” I whispered, moving urgently against him, wanting, needing him to go deeper. I hooked my legs around him to pull him closer.
With a low growl, he thrust his hips forward, giving me every inch. We stayed that way for a few minutes, while I adjusted to his size. And then he began moving, pulling out until just the head was stretching my lips wide and giving me a few inches at a time until I was practically begging for more.
Finally, Brent’s excitement took over and he fell into the steady stroking rhythm that I craved. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, taking everything he had and reaching for more. The soft, wet sounds reached my ears, exciting me as much as the thick cock that filled me to capacity. He began a wicked twisting of his hips, mashing my quivering clit between us, bringing me closer to orgasm with each savage thrust.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath, his words only thrilling me more.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Remember, when I used to sneak into your room…” he said, punctuating each word with a savage thrust.
“I remember,” I breathed. “I lived for those nights.”
My words seemed to spur him on and he covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep to match his fucking rhythm.
Then he placed his lips against my ear again. “Want me to make you come?” he questioned softly.
I nodded. “Please,” I whispered. “Please, make me come.”
He kissed me again and my orgasm hit, throbbing deep inside of me and spreading outward until I was shaking from head to toe. I ground my body against my Brent’s and held on for dear life as the quivering pleasure took complete control of me.
Brent slowed his movements, allowing me to come back to earth, slowly, gradually.
The moonlight was almost gone. Now, all I could see was his shadow but I knew the hungry look in his eyes, almost knew what he was thinking. I squeezed his hard rod with my body, letting him know how much I wanted him.
When he was satisfied that I’d caught my breath, he fell back into a steady rhythm again. His thrust deeper and harder with every passing second and I knew he was losing control, very, very quickly. I slid my hands down his sweaty back, urging him to move even faster. Brent growled again, low, his mouth right at my ear and drove the full length of his cock deep inside of me. With a guttural grunt, he exploded inside of me, his hot load filling me. I climaxed again, doing everything in my power to keep from screaming out my pleasure.
Brent pulled away from me reluctantly after we caught our breath. I lay there on t
he bed and watched him dress quietly, my hands between my legs where he had just been.
“I’d like to stay longer but I’m on duty again tonight. I need to get some sleep,” he explained softly, leaning forward and kissing my wet fingertips.
“Sleep here,” I offered, surprising myself.
“Thought you didn’t want your daughters to know about us?” he said.
I sighed, torn. I had never felt such confusion and inner turmoil in my life. I wanted Brent in my bed, in my life forever and I was pretty sure he felt the same. My daughters seemed more accepting of my decision to buy this place and move away since they came to visit. But I knew they wouldn’t accept my being with someone other than their father, not yet, maybe not ever.
He took my hesitation as my answer. “That’s what I thought,” he said, moving toward the glass door of my room. “As I said, the police are patrolling the area a little more heavily right now. I’ll check back in with you when I go on duty.”
And then the door clicked behind him and he was gone.
I lay there crying softly until I fell into a fitful sleep. When I woke up, sun was streaming through the window and I could hear my daughters talking in the kitchen. Realizing I was curled up on my bed, completely naked, still covered with Brent’s musky scent, I hurriedly stepped into my shower and then dressed.
“Some hostess I am,” I said as I hurried into the kitchen.
Lilly and Ivy were eating breakfast. They both looked up at me and gave me tired smiles.
“We’re okay,” Ivy assured me.
“I thought you were going to sleep in the living room with us?” Lilly asked, sipping her orange juice.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I explained, pouring coffee for myself. “Wandered through the house a while and then finally fell asleep in my bed.”
We were quiet for a while. I watched them eating in silence and it occurred to me that perhaps one or both of them had heard me and Brent during the night. Were they embarrassed? Ashamed? No, they would be furious with me and not afraid to let me know it. I was mentally kicking myself for not sending him away, when Lilly’s voice cut into my thoughts.
“So, do you think that guy is gone?” Lilly finally asked.
I shrugged. “I sure hope so.”
“I don’t think he is,” Ivy said quietly. “It scares me but I think he’s still around and I think he wants something.”
“What makes you think that?” I asked, truly curious about her thought process.
Ivy shrugged slender shoulders. “I don’t know. A hunch. Intuition. Something tells me there’s more to come, Mom.”
“I won’t be scared out of my own house,” I said defiantly. “Not by some drifter, some low life peeping tom. The sheriff will get to the bottom of this pretty quickly.”
“We’re supposed to head north tomorrow and I don’t want to leave you here by yourself,” she said, tears glittering on her long lashes.
“I have enjoyed you immensely but your grandmother is expecting you,” I said, reaching across the table I took Ivy’s hands in mine. My daughter’s adored their grandmother. “Go. I promise I’ll call every day until they get this thing settled.”
“Or you could go with us,” Ivy put in.
“I have work to do,” I told her.
“We can stop on our way back home,” Lilly suggested to her sister.
I nodded. “Of course you can.”
Ivy sighed heavily. “I just feel like we’re deserting you or something. If something happened to you…”
“We’d be orphans,” Lilly finished the sentence.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I snorted, sounding more confident than I felt. “Now, I, for one, would like to go take a look at that potting shed where my unwelcome guest has been staying. I don’t think we can move or touch anything but let’s go check it out.”
With fresh coffee in our mugs and a hat on Lilly’s fair head, we trooped out of the house and headed for the beach. There was a slight rise and then just around the curve, the potting shed loomed ahead. The door was closed and it appeared just like it always did to me, completely innocent. We circled it carefully.
“Ready?” I asked as we stood in front of the door.
“Don’t touch the knob,” Lilly said quickly.
“Fingerprints,” Ivy added.
I nodded. They were right. I pushed tentatively against the weather beaten wood of the door with my elbow. At first nothing happened. I pushed harder and finally the door came open scraping against the dirty floor as it did so. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness but my nose was instantly assaulted with the reek of sweat and cigarettes and spoiled food.
Both of my daughters were right behind me.
“Yuck,” Lilly said, holding her nose.
“Oh my God,” Ivy gasped.
I could not bring myself to go completely inside the small space but from the door I could see everything. There were empty food cans stacked in neat rows along one wall. Several blankets were folded and piled beside the cans. Lots of cigarette butts littered the floor and empty beer bottles stood like soldiers along the opposite wall. It felt like some strange mixture of some kind of hobo existence mixed with something else. I couldn’t put my any words to it.
“It looks like he’s been here a long time,” Ivy said, her wide-eyed gaze meeting mine.
I nodded.
“Why?” Lilly wanted to know.
“Maybe he just needs a place to stay,” I answered. It was the best answer I could come up with at the moment.
“Is he spying on you?” Ivy asked.
“I don’t know why he would be spying on me,” I said with a shrug, still staring at the makeshift living arrangement before me. “If he wanted to rob the place he’s had plenty of opportunity.”
“Is he stalking you?” Lilly suggested.
“I can’t imagine who would stalk me or why,” I told her. “Besides, I think stalkers want you to know they’re stalking you. I had no idea this man even existed.”
“I hope you haven’t touched anything.”
The sound of Brent’s voice startled all three of us. Lilly uttered a barely stifled scream and Ivy had her sister’s hand, already pulling her out of harm’s way. He was standing on the path about five feet away from us.
“You scared us!” Ivy snapped at him, anger flashing in her eyes.
Brent’s handsome face revealed no emotions. He was obviously off duty, wearing khaki’s and a white polo shirt but I could see the telltale bulge of his gun at his waist. His curiosity had gotten the better of him as well. “This is technically a crime scene.”
“It’s also technically my potting shed and we were just looking,” I informed him.
“We didn’t even touch the door knob,” Lilly assured him.
At about that time, two police officers came down the path behind us carrying what looked like toolboxes. They stopped when they saw the little gathering.
“We didn’t touch anything,” Lilly said told them immediately.
One of the young men laughed and gave Lilly a flirty wink.
“Let them dust for prints and maybe get some more DNA evidence,” Brent said, steering the three of us away from the door. “If this guy has a rap sheet, and he probably does, we’ll get to the bottom of it in just a few days.”
“Wait,” I said, motioning for Brent to follow me to the door. “I want you to see something.”
He followed obediently and stood behind me, looking over my head. I was more than aware of his body so close to mine but I remained focused.
Brent was quiet for a moment. “Damn,” he said under his breath.
“Military,” I whispered, the thought coming to me in a rush. “It looks almost military with everything so neatly stacked and folded and lined up.”
I turned to see Brent’s reaction but he was already striding toward the police officers who were now wearing white latex gloves. Lilly and Ivy inched closer to me, each taking one of my hands. I
gave their cold fingers what I hoped was a reassuring squeeze and stared at Brent’s broad back. The two police officers nodded solemnly while Brent talked.
Judging by the looks on their faces, I had the frightening feeling that something was very, very wrong.
CHAPTER TEN
Whatever was going on at my house, Brent and the other officers were not at liberty to share it with us. Lilly even tried using her considerable feminine wiles on the cute younger one, but they held steady.
Finally, the three of us wandered down to the beach where we spent most of the day enjoying the sand, sun and water. I realized that I was spending way too much time inside and not enjoying this little piece of heaven nearly enough. I made a commitment to start getting up and walking every morning just to remind myself of its beauty. I also made mental plans for that potting shed. Completely skirting the issue of the stranger living in my potting shed, my daughters and I discussed the possibilities. We came up with a potter’s wheel and kiln. It was relaxing. Guests would enjoy it and I had some experience with throwing pots so I could maybe offer classes.
“Maybe some of the local people would enjoy classes as well,” Ivy put in. “Not just your guests.”
“It’s a thought,” I said.
“And it would help you make some new friends,” Lilly added.
Invigorated by the beach and my plans for the potting shed, we headed back for a late lunch. As we approached the little weather beaten building, we subconsciously moved to the other side of the path, away from it and we walked a little faster. Maybe, just maybe my ideas would pan out - or maybe I would be forever leery of that building.
More than once, we spotted a police car out on the highway while we relaxed on the deck and grilled steaks for our lunch. Each and every time we grew quiet, as if they were searching for us instead of some monster.
“I think they’re watching the place even closer now,” Lilly observed.
“I think that handsome, young police officer is just checking you out,” Ivy teased.
Lilly swatted at her sister, blushing furiously, but she was grinning from ear to ear.
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