Mols shivered. “You didn’t see his face.”
Finn rolled his eyes. “Whoever it was, it’s nothing to worry about.”
Molly got up then and made herself busy washing the breakfast stuff. Her children and Mike had left together just because Finn came to waste some time with her, rather than Caroline, before he went to work. Molly couldn’t help feeling that Finn was being too blasé about what she thought she saw. She knew Daniel Bailey’s face. It was him.
“Okay think about this,” she turned to her brother who was sneaking some cold toast from one of the kids” discarded plates. “What if he came back and was going to see her but saw her with Isaac? Maybe it pissed him off.”
“Sarah hasn’t been with Isaac for six months. Also, Wilson was Dan’s dog too.”
Molly muttered to herself and Finn grinned. He stood and put his around his sister’s shoulders. “Look, let’s not make trouble where there is none. Wilson could have eaten something left for a raccoon or something.”
“And the letters?”
Finn shrugged. “Sarah’s convinced they are just sent out of spite. I don’t know, I want to believe that, I even want to know it’s Caroline. Nothing we can do about it until…well.”
“Someone hurts Sarah?”
Finn looked uncomfortable.
“Not going to let that happen. Anyway, better get to work.”
As he opened the door to leave, Molly called him. She fixed him with a stare. “Finn… she’s our family, our sister.”
He nodded. “I know.”
After he’d gone, Molly finished clearing the kitchen and went to get ready for work. Her cell phone beeped. A text from Sarah.
Hey gorgeous, see you at work this afternoon. Missed you xxx
Molly smiled. Finn was right. Sarah was happy at last and nothing was going to get in the way of that.
***
“I don’t think I’m going to let you out of this bed.” Isaac covered Sarah’s naked body with his, using his weight to pin her down, feeling her pillowy breasts against his solid chest, her soft belly against his. Sarah grinned up at him as he wound his fingers through hers.
“You can keep me prisoner whenever you like but my business may suffer.”
He nibbled her earlobe. “Maybe I’ll quit my job, come work with you.”
Sarah chuckled, enjoying his kisses. “I guess at this point you can do just about anything.”
Isaac grinned wickedly. “Damn right. Now, beautiful Sarah, you gonna wrap those amazing legs around me or am I gonna have to do it for you? Because my cock needs to be inside you right now.”
Sarah sighed happily as she curled her legs around his waist and then moaned as Isaac plunged his rock-hard cock into her. It was the morning that she was going home but Sarah didn’t want to think about that, laying here in Isaac’s massive bed, being thoroughly and expertly fucked by him. This gorgeous, funny, alpha man who owned her body so completely. Isaac smiled down at her as he thrust.
“You’re so beautiful, baby, I can never get enough of looking at you, especially like this.”
She lifted her mouth to his, caught his lower lip between her teeth for a playful nip, then ground her lips against his, exploring his mouth with her tongue. “Isaac Quinn… I love you so much.”
“I love you, schmushy face, and then there’s this…” He thrust hard and she gasped with pleasure as her senses exploded. She tightened her pelvic muscles, gripping his cock, making herself as tight as she could for him, eager to make sure she gave him as much pleasure as he did her. From his groan and the way his eyes closed, she could tell she did.
“What do you like, Isaac… tell me… I’ll do anything for you, with you… tell me…” She whispered this in his ear, felt his teeth biting down on her neck as he moaned with pleasure.
“You. I want to fuck you forever, in every way. Sarah, I want to take you against a wall, fuck you in a rainstorm, feel your sweet mouth milking me dry… god, Sarah. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to you if you let me…”
His words made her pulse quicken until it was a furious rush of blood through her veins and she clung to him, riding him hard. “Do it, do whatever you want…”
Isaac came then immediately turned her on her stomach. “I’m going to fuck you in your perfect ass, Sarah, but you want me to stop, you say so straight away and we’ll stop…”
She nodded, unable to speak in her excitement. Once she consented, she heard him reaching for something – the sound made her realize that he was applying lube to his firm cock. She shuddered and gave a low moan as he also teased her asshole by slowly rubbing it with a lubricated finger. As he pushed slowly into her, his fingers caressing her clit as he did, she gave a long, shuddering moan. She’d never done this before, not with Dan, not with anyone and the pleasure was so intense she felt her head swim, her limbs liquefy. She came again and again, heard Isaac telling her over and over how much he loved her.
Afterward in the shower, they were messing around, soaping each other up and laughing.
“My legs are still wobbling,” she told him, “That was incredible.”
Isaac grinned. “We can do so much more if you like… anything.”
Sarah pressed her breasts against him. “God, yes, please…”
Isaac smiled, smoothing her hair with his big hands. “Sarah…I’d like you to meet my brother, his family. You’d like them.”
“I’d love to… you know more about me than I do about you at this point. Time to redress the balance.”
“Good. I’ll set up dinner plans – not too scary, huh?”
“Not at all.” She was distracted. His erection was hard against her belly and she stroked it gently as she smiled up at him. “You know what?”
“What?” He was obviously enjoying her touch, smiling, relaxed, turned on.
“I never enjoyed sex before you. I didn’t hate it, but it was always a chore, always so “let’s just get this over with”. I never knew what the fuss was about.”
Isaac bent his head to kiss her. “That’s because we fit together. We belong together.”
“You betcha. Now, put this incredible cock back inside me…”
As they flew back to the island, Isaac took her hand in his. “I have a few meetings today but I can be back over here by about ten tonight. If you’re not sick of me.”
“Hah, would never happen. God, it’s beautiful out here today.”
The Washington day had broken bright and warm and the sun sparkled off the waters of the Sound as they flew out over the bay. Sarah squeezed Isaac’s hand.
“Hey, listen, I was thinking of having a cookout at the weekend. You, me, Molly and Mike, Finn and some friends. You could invite your brother and his family, your friends. Might be less stressful for everyone to meet like that.”
Isaac nodded. “Sounds perfect, although you mean I have to share you for a whole day?”
She grinned. “Just for an afternoon and early evening. Afterward, I’ll fuck your brains out in every room of the house if you’d like.”
Isaac chuckled at her dirty talk. “I’ll hold you to that. And keep talking like that, sexy girl, and I’ll land this bird right here.”
Sarah peered out of the window. “We’d sink.”
“But what a way to go.”
In a few more minutes, they were over the island and soon Isaac was landing the helicopter gently on her land. Sarah leaned over to kiss him. “Hey, Cap’n, do you have to go straight away?”
Isaac slid his hands onto her cheeks. “I’m the boss, I can play hooky for as long as you need me.”
Sarah grinned, her mouth curving up in a smile against his. “Good, because I think I need to be fucked again.”
Isaac laughed, unbuckling his seat belt. “I’ve turned you into sex maniac.”
“Yes, you have.”
Isaac got out of the chopper and walked around to her door, pulling her up into his arms as she laughed, pressing her lips to his throat. Easily, he carried her up onto the porch and let
her down as she searched her purse for her key. His lips were on her shoulder as she unlocked the door, his hands pulling up her skirt. She turned in his arms and cupped his thickening cock through his pants. “God, you’re big….”
He smiled, his eyes sleepily turned on. “For you, always.” He slipped his fingers into her panties and stroked her. She shivered with desire and sighed. Isaac grinned. “I’m just gonna fuck you right here against this door.” He slid two fingers into her and she gasped as his thumb stroked back and forth against her clit. “Tell me what you want to do, beautiful….”
She kissed him ferociously, grinding her hips against his hand. “I want to suck that big cock until you come in my mouth, handsome.”
With a growl, he ripped her panties from her as she freed his cock, already so engorged that it strained against her hand. He lifted her and impaled her onto it, her soft, wet cunt stretching to envelop him. “Fuck me hard, Isaac.”
He did, ramming his hips against hers, grinding his lips onto hers. They moved together hungrily; feral, clawing at each other until their movements made the door open and they tumbled, still fucking, onto the hallway floor.
Sarah knew something was wrong the moment that the door opened. A cold draft blew through the house from the kitchen at the far end of the hallway.
“Sarah? Is everything okay?”
“I don’t know.”
She disengaged from him, pulling her dress down and walked towards the kitchen, Isaac behind her. She saw at once that the back door was open. She let out a shaky breath. It had been busted open with something, she guessed a tire iron, a crowbar. Then she saw it. Reflected in the window. It made no sense. Something painted on the wall behind her. She turned and put her hands over her mouth in horror. Isaac looked at her face and turned with her.
WHORE
Red paint, dripping. Sarah gasped, humiliated, shaking.
“Oh my God.” Isaac was shocked. He put his arms around her and coaxed her onto a chair. She couldn’t say anything. Isaac crouched beside her.
“I’ll call Finn. Get him over here.” He stood to go to the phone but she grabbed his hand.
“No.” She whispered. “No. I don’t want him here, I don’t want him to see this.”
“But I really think – “
“No.” Her voice was stronger, determined. “Please, Isaac. I couldn’t bear it. Please.”
He looked uncertain then nodded. “Okay, but on condition that you let me deal with this. Go into the other room. I’ll fix you a drink and then I’ll clean this up. You have cleaning products here somewhere?”
She nodded and pointed to the cupboard under the sink. He put his arm around her and steered her into the living room. She let him tuck her into an armchair. She put her head into her hands. A few moments later, she heard him come back into the room.
“Here.”
Isaac was offering her a glass. She took it and sipped it, wrinkling her nose. Scotch. Isaac smoothed a hand down her hair.
“It’ll help. Sit here and relax. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
She wanted to protest, to ask him to stay with her but she couldn’t speak. Hurt, shock, humiliation, anger flowed through her. Whore. Whoever it was that was tormenting her had just upped their game. She hadn’t realized it was that easy to get into her house, to get to her. Was she in actual danger? From whom, though? She shook her head and stood, the irritation outweighing the shock now. She went into the kitchen to see Isaac, stripped to the waist, his expensive shirt and jacket hung over a chair, a bucket of soapy water at his feet. He looked up as she came in.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry about freaking out. Listen… let’s take a couple of photos, just to have a record.”
Isaac stopped, his fist clenched around a sponge. “You sure you don’t want me to call Finn? There might be fingerprints.”
She hesitated then her shoulders slumped. “Okay.”
Finn sighed. He recognized the writing immediately and cursed out loud. “Fucking, fucking woman…”
Sarah, by now calm, and with Isaac’s arms around her, watched him. “Dude… I’m kind of relieved if it is Crap-o-line…. sorry, I mean, Caroline.”
Finn grinned and she heard Isaac’s soft chuckle. Finn looked at Sarah. “You wanna press charges?”
She shook her head. “I cannot be bothered with all that – just make her pay for the door if you can.”
“I’ll pay for it.”
Sarah frowned at her old friend. “You will not.” She knew Caroline’s family were rich – not that it had done Finn any good – he was too proud to take her money. “Caroline can pay – unless she wants her mom and dad to know about this.”
Finn scrubbed his hands through his short blonde curls. Isaac cleared his throat.
“Any idea why she’s doing this?
Finn shook his head. “I really don’t but I’ll talk to her about it. Look, guys, I’m sorry, if it is her, my relationship with her isn’t helping.”
“Not your fault, buddy.”
Sarah smiled gratefully at Isaac as he clapped her friend on the shoulder. Finn nodded and bade them farewell. Sarah sighed and leaned against Isaac.
“Well, look. I’ll clean this up and get to the coffee house. You should go, this nonsense shouldn’t interfere with your day.”
Isaac put his arms around her. “Forget it, I’m staying.”
“Iss’, really. I’m just going to go on as if nothing’s happened.”
Isaac looked unconvinced. “But I’m coming back this evening. I don’t want you alone here.”
“She returns!” Molly threw herself dramatically across the counter as Sarah entered the coffee house, and feigned a faint. “God bless us everyone, we are saved!”
Sarah, laughing, hugged her friend. “You are a lunatic.”
“And you – let’s see you properly – “Molly held her friend at arm’s length and studied her then nodded satisfactorily, “have been screwed good and properly. I can tell.”
Sarah rolled her eyes while going scarlet but she joined in with her friend’s high spirits. It felt good to fool around. “You are correct, Ms. Jewell. I have been fucked good and properly, right into next Wednesday. In fact, I need to sit down so you’ll have to do all the work.”
Molly shrugged. “What else is new? I’m just kidding.” She hugged her friend. “Good to have you back.”
“Glad you think so… don’t think everyone will be.”
Quickly she filled Molly in on the vandalism to her house. Molly listened with growing annoyance.
“That bitch,” she hissed when Sarah had finished.
“Yep. Just when you think that she couldn’t get any lower.”
Molly chewed this over while Sarah put on her apron and began to work. “Hey, Sar, you absolutely sure it was her?”
Sarah shrugged. “Finn recognized her handwriting. Besides, I don’t think I’ve pissed anyone else off.”
“Okay.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
Sarah nodded then went out into the kitchen. Molly mulled over what she’d been told – and what she herself was keeping secret. Finn had finally convinced her that she hadn’t seen Dan Bailey that night but the thought had kept nagging away at her. Then there were the letters that had come to the Varsity while Sarah was away. Molly had them in her apron pocket for three days – she didn’t want to give them to her friend, not after everything.
“Oh hey…” Sarah stuck her head out of the kitchen, “I’m having a cookout at my place on Saturday – Isaac’s brother and his family are invited. Wanna come? Bring Mike and the kids, it’ll be a family thing.”
Molly smiled. “Now that sounds like fun. Want some help setting up?”
Sarah grinned. “Oh hell yes.”
“Are you two actually here to help or are you just too much in awe of my twinkle lights?” Sarah grinned down at them from the loft. Finn and Molly were gazing at the hundreds and hundreds of tin
y white lights she’d strung up around the barn next to her house.
“It looks like Tinkerbell threw up in here.” Finn ducked as she hefted a piece of wood at him. He grinned and started up the ladder to join her. Sarah grabbed the top of the ladder and pretend to push it over.
“Give it up, woman.” He hoisted himself onto the loft beside her. “Hi.” She smiled at him and handed him a staple gun.
An hour later, they went into the house and Sarah fixed sandwiches and lemonade for their lunch. The kitchen smelt of freshly baked bread and cookies, food for the party on every available surface. Finn looked around in astonishment.
“When do you have time to, I don’t know, sleep?”
“It’s not much, George’s bringing most of the food.” She passed him and Molly a plate of cookies then sat down heavily. “I am pretty beat, though. Hey, do you to mind if I skip out for ten minutes? I need to go to the drugstore, get some aspirin.”
“Headache?”
“Yep and I have a full evening’s…. how can put this…”
Finn demolished his sandwich in two bites. “Heavy fucking?”
Molly spat a mouthful of coffee out as Sarah laughed. “Yeah, so I have to be on top form.”
“When’s your boo arriving?”
“An hour or so. His brother and his family are following him here. Some of his friends are coming too. Look, I’ll be quick at the store.”
“Go on, go,” Molly shooed her away.
***
The grocery store on the far side of the island was almost empty. Despite having been to the drugstore for aspirin and swallowing two with some water, her head throbbed with the beginnings of another migraine, her vision blurred, and she was nauseous. Sarah grabbed a cart and headed towards the bakery aisle. She stopped, closed her eyes, trying to ride out the wave of dizziness. She swallowed, the bitter taste of bile in the back of her throat. It took her a moment to realize someone was talking to her. Todd, the trainee baker, greeted her.
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