Suddenly the sound stopped in the other room and they could hear Maria telling the Captain to stop. He was getting too close to finishing, and she did not want it to end. She said in a voice loud enough to be heard that she was just getting warmed up. Then she told him to be quiet because she wanted to listen for Jenny and Devon. Jenny looked at Devon and smiled, her pretty face glowing. She spread her legs a little further and moved her ass, positioning it like a target for a spear. Without touching his cock, Devon moved forward and it entered Jenny’s lips. She moaned and her eyes glimmered. Devon slid three of his ten inches inside her and she groaned loudly, a look of joy on her face. Devon pulled out until his cock head had almost totally emerged, then pushed it back in through the wet chamber door. Jenny moaned louder, tossing her head back and wiggling her ass. Devon looked at her with amazement, unable to believe anything could be so beautiful. She pulled away from him until the cock head was just inside her, moved round in circles, and glanced back at him.
Devon moaned loudly and tossed his head, then his eyes were again glued on her opening as they locked. Suddenly she gave a final push and all of his impressive ten inches, right up to the balls, was inside her.
“Put your hands on my ass, honey,” she said, looking straight ahead.
He did as told, slowly massaging her firm but soft and smooth cheeks. She moaned and started to move forward, exposing half of his length, then pushed back, the wet lips smoothly taking his entire girth. Jenny started to slowly rock back and forth, allowing three quarters of Devon’s cock to emerge, then swallowing it again inside her hairy hole. The more they stroked, the wetter Jenny got, until her natural juices had saturated the puffy lips and matted the hair surrounding her entrance.
“Spread my wings,” she said, shaking her ample rump as she fell into a steady rhythm.
Devon did not move, nor did he want to move. Never in his entire life had he felt anything so luxuriously wonderful, or seen anything so inimitably beautiful. He held her cheeks wide apart and started to move his hips forward, meeting her as she came backward. Soon they were inside a rhythm, a musical dance neither ever wanted to end. It was pure bliss, pure release, a world beyond thought, concern, care. It was a world of lust tempered with love, carnal desires finally quenched, fires extinguished. She looked up at him, her eyes still outlined with makeup and her mouth still red with lipstick.
“Like?” Jenny asked, her eyes flashing like those of a gypsy seductress.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” he said, starting to move more quickly.
Jenny looked straight ahead, lifted her head into the air, and assumed an expression of tremendous concentration. She met his every thrust with a backward movement, falling into a fast and furious bucking. Jenny started to moan loudly and Devon’s hips slapped against her ass. The joining of his hot, hard cock and her scalding, sopping cunt made a squelching sound, particularly when he started to pump her in full earnest. Jenny’s tits bounced and jiggled, and Devon held her ass with his right hand while groaning as he stroked her back with his left hand. Then he was on her, wrapped tight to her, pumping out of his mind, driving his big cock into her willing cunt, feeling and squeezing her tits, playing with the nipples, kissing the back of her neck. Suddenly he felt a tremendous orgasm coming on, but Jenny unexpectedly pulled away, almost leaping off the bed. Devon looked at her with his mouth gaping open, as if he had just crawled out of a car wreck, then looked down at his huge cock, bigger than he had ever seen it, and now at the very edge of a mammoth eruption. If Jenny had stayed ten seconds longer, he would have burst, but she had disengaged at the exact, crucial moment. His cock had not pumped cream, but it was literally flexing, as if in a mini seizure.
“Not yet,” Jenny said, her eyes flashing.
“You’re the boss,” he stammered, getting off the bed with his twitching cock pointing straight at the ceiling.
Jenny walked around behind him and held herself to his back. He liked the feeling of her warmth and smoothness, the feeling of her pert breasts against his skin, the heat emanating from her hot pussy. She kissed his shoulders and then wrapped her left arm around him, draping her fingers across his chest. She kissed the back of his neck and started to fondle his nipples, bringing them to a state of arousal. He moaned and they started to move, as if they were slow dancing. She continued to kiss him, then wrapped her right fingers around his pulsating cock. Devon moaned and glanced down at her fingers, the nails bright with polish. She slid her fingers up and down, then wrapped her whole hand around the middle of his prick and squeezed gently. It was enough pressure to feel, but not enough to be uncomfortable. Devon’s cock seemed to push back, getting even harder. She stroked to the point of madness, the point where he would have done anything to end the exquisite torture in a tremendous explosion of sensation and delight.
Then she was on the bed and was pulling him on top of her. Within seconds they were joined, their bodies one, their lusts and desires the same. In the other room they were going at it in reckless abandon and Jenny smiled at the sounds of their lively romp. She started moving on Devon, quickly engulfing and releasing his tense prick. He could stand it no longer and she knew the time had come. Smiling sweetly, she began the final surge, staring into his eyes and riding him like a woman possessed. Their groans and grunts filled the air, mingling with the shrieks and panting of Maria and the Captain. Jenny felt a monumental surge coming and her eyes rolled back into her head. At that moment the Captain and Maria screamed out that they were releasing. Jenny tensed and then experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, made all the more powerful by Devon’s hot, slippery cock pumping powerful blasts of his thick cream deep inside her greedy cunt.
The orgasms lasted an impossibly long time and they clung to each other, his cock still fully inside Jenny’s pussy-quiet sanctuary. For a long time he twitched, and his whole body would jerk as if shocked. He held her with love, as if never wanting to lose this beautiful butterfly. She held tightly, their eyes locked, their bodies still fully joined at the hips. She rubbed her cheeks across his face, kissing his forehead and whispering that she loved him. He told her he loved her as well as any man has ever loved any woman. Their chests still heaved and they were damp with sweat, but still she held him inside her. Minutes later he softened and slowly started to slip out of her cream-filled cavern. When his cock came out, it was saturated with her juices and spent. Jenny lightly squeezed it and felt his honey dripping from her hive. She slowly turned over and he hugged her, their naked bodies tightly pressed. She loved the warmth, the security, the warm glow in her pussy.
The other room was silent. “They have been released,” Devon said. “Their anguished wanderings are over now.”
“Yes,” Jenny whispered. “They are free.”
* * * *
With that they fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. In the morning the phone awoke them. Jenny, looking slightly irritated, picked it up. “Yes?”
“Jenny,” said a frantic male voice. “It’s Arnie!”
Right away she knew something was wrong. “What is it?”
“I found a bug.”
“What?”
“A bug. A listening device.”
“What!”
“Ivan hired a private detective and he must have gotten close to me without me knowing it. There was a bug on my shirt. It was so small I didn’t even see it.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. When I called you on the pay phone, my words were overheard.”
“You mentioned where I was,” she said, feeling incredibly frightened.
“Yes. I remember.”
Jenny looked frantic. “Oh, no!”
“I’m sorry, Jenny. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Arnie,” she replied pensively. “Did you contact the police?”
“They went to arrest him, but he wasn’t there. Apparently he cleaned out his account and left. No one knows where he is.”
“Oh, no,” Jenny said. “I thi
nk we both know what that means.”
“They’re looking for him. I don’t think he’ll fly. I think he’s going to drive. It’ll take him a few days but he can slip across the border as if he’s a tourist.”
“A tourist with a plan,” she said. “And, more importantly, with the intention of using it.”
“I’m sorry I had to give you this news, Jenny.”
“No, thanks for telling me. I’m going to have to be careful.”
“Yes, you are. I don’t know what he’s up to, but he could be there at any time. You will really have to watch your back. Notify the authorities.”
“Yes,” she said thoughtfully. “Thank you, Arnie.”
She hung up with a frightful look.
“He will not harm a hair on your head,” Devon assured her. “That is my promise to you.”
She hugged him and started to cry really hard. Devon kissed the top of her head and rubbed the back of her neck, whispering, soothing, calming. He was her rock and she knew, knew beyond all doubt, that he would not desert her in her time of need.
“He’s going to try to kill me,” she said, understandably agitated. “I can guarantee you that.”
“We’ll call the police. They can keep an eye out.”
“I’m not running anymore,” Jenny said with firmness in her tone. “I’m tired of running. I’m going to face the bear like you did.”
“We’ll face it together.”
Chapter 10
Jenny phoned a friend back in Florida. The friend already knew about Ivan leaving the state and heading for Canada, though no one knew Jenny had hidden in Nova Scotia. The word was that Ivan had been talking about a suicide mission, and he was quite prepared to end his own life, so long as he ended hers first. The words sent chills down Jenny’s spine, but there was nothing to be done except to be careful and alert the police.
Jenny had the friend fax the local police a picture of her and Ivan when they first met. The chief looked it over, handed it out to everyone on the force, and explained the situation. In his discussions with the police in Florida it was explicitly stated that Ivan was extremely dangerous, both homicidal and suicidal. It was not a matter of if he would come, but when he would come.
“I don’t have the staff to assign someone twenty-four hours a day,” the chief told her, “so all we can do is swing by when we can and have someone there in an instant if you call. If you spot him or if he contacts you in any way, we’ll be there as fast as we can. I don’t know what else to tell you, Ms. Ashbury. Maybe you should consider leaving and hide somewhere until he’s caught.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not running anymore.”
“All right. We’ll be watching, but be careful.”
She thanked him and hung up. “What if he shoots me in the back, Devon? Or what if he catches me alone somewhere?”
“We’re going to stick together,” Devon said, “and I’m going to be your bodyguard.”
“I’ll take all the help I can get,” she answered, trying to laugh. Jenny’s expression looked pained. “What if he injures me, puts me in a wheelchair or something?”
“That isn’t going to happen.”
She hugged him and they shared an intimate moment. Then it was back to normal, at least as normal as could be. They continued working on the inn, perfecting everything, and day after day the tide was turning. People came to the restaurant in great numbers and on many nights the rooms were full. Jenny persisted with her promotions and tried to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but she constantly scanned the area every time she moved. It was like being a game animal on the African savannah with lions and leopards all around, waiting to pounce. The prey knows the killers are there, but they have to live their lives.
Day after day the tension increased, but having Devon with her constantly was impractical. There were times when they had to be apart, and though he always resisted leaving her, even for short periods, she did not want him resenting her. At first there were minutes, then, after a week or so, even hours when they were apart. Jenny always tried to be in a public place when Devon was not with her, but once she was out in the driveway and a car backfired. She jumped and thought her heart might literally stop. When she realized what it was, she felt embarrassed and relieved at the same time.
At night they would lock their doors and sleep side by side in Jenny’s bed. She felt a great sense of comfort with Devon there, and his big, strong arm became a protective blanket around her. Beside them, in a closet, was Devon’s gun. In a drawer was the ammunition. If Ivan tried to come into the room, or if he threatened Jenny in any way, Devon was more than prepared to do what he had to do.
* * * *
A week after receiving the warning, Jenny was in bed with Devon. It was two in the morning and very windy outside. Jenny could hear branches tapping at the window. She got up to use the bathroom, but when she returned, she thought she heard something. She walked to the window and folded back the curtain. There, only inches from her, was Ivan standing on a ladder, his face on the other side of the glass. He had a big—a very big—knife in his hand. He looked at her in confusion, as if not recognizing the woman with short red hair, then, in an instant, suddenly realized Jenny had cut and dyed her hair.
“Ahhh!” she screamed, jumping back and letting the curtain fall back into place.
“You slut!” Ivan exclaimed, breaking her window, glass shattering all over the floor.
Devon leapt out of bed. “What the hell!” he shouted, still half-asleep.
The sound of his voice scared Ivan and he quickly climbed down the ladder. By the time Devon got to the window, Ivan was running out the driveway, but he looked back and Devon could clearly see his face as he hurried past the post of a streetlight. Devon quickly ran to the phone and called the police. Jenny stood in a corner, trembling, terrified.
Immediately the police arrived, talked to Jenny and Devon for a few minutes, then started scouring the area. They found no one and returned to the inn. Jenny showed them the broken window and the ladder leaning against the Captain’s house. They walked round back and saw that Ivan had cut the lock to the shed to get the ladder and had, before leaning it against the wall, taken a can of spray paint to Jenny’s car. Written on the inside of the windshield was the word slut in capital letters. It was written backward so that anyone looking from the front could easily read the message.
On the back window were the words Die, whore, die! The paint was red and in some places it had been made to look like dripping blood. The young female officer also found the neighbor’s dead cat with its entrails hanging out. It was in the backseat of Jenny’s car propped up in a sitting position with a cigarette in its mouth. Constable Henderson took it out, made a strange face, then placed it in a large bag as evidence.
“He’s obviously unhinged,” she said.
“This is so creepy,” Jenny stammered, leaning into Devon.
“We have to find this guy as soon as possible,” Constable Henderson said. “No doubt about that.”
“We have his picture,” her partner noted. “We’ll go around to the different hotels and motels and see if he’s staying there. We’ll check campgrounds and any areas where he might be living out of his car.” He nodded and gave a reassuring smile. “We’ll get him, Ms. Ashbury.”
After the police left, Devon asked Jenny what she wanted to do. He suggested going for a little trip together and hiring a private investigator to search for Ivan.
“I’m staying in my room,” she said, “and I want you to stay with me.”
“All right. But we stick together like glue now.”
Devon strapped a long hunting knife to his belt and allowed his shirt to fall freely over it. Then he and Jenny put the ladder back into the shed and he found a new, stronger lock. Devon used a plywood board to cover the broken window, using screws to tightly secure it. That done, they sat up until dawn, holding each other and talking. When the light appeared on the horizon, Jenny fell asleep in Devon’s
arms. He held her, lightly stroking her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. She slept for hours, mumbling, turning restlessly, but the whole time he held her and watched over her. In his mind he could see Ivan’s face, the face of a man intent on murder. There was no doubt in Devon’s mind that had Jenny been alone in that room, she might well have had her throat slit from ear to ear. The thought tortured him as he looked at the pretty woman with the soft features, her beauty and compassion evident in every feature. She had come into his life. She had become his life. He valued her more than everything else. She was his anchor, his soul, his joy. The thought of that man, that evil little bastard trying to hurt her made him grit his teeth.
“You little fuck,” he said, his eyes narrowed in cold anger. “You come near her again and I’ll kill you!”
Jenny slept unaware of the drama in Devon’s eyes. He was ready—more than ready—to defend the woman he loved. No pissant of a man, no vile little spider was going to take her from him.
Around nine Jenny awoke and soon oriented herself, realizing what had happened. “Take me to the gun range,” she said.
“Okay, good,” he said.
“I want to learn how to use your gun.”
“Let’s do it.”
Devon encased the rifle and a box of shells and they walked down the stairs. The whole way, Jenny was waiting for Ivan to step out at any moment. He would do it in a cowardly way, she was sure, probably leaping out from behind a bush and shooting her in the back. The mere thought of him made her cringe, and visualizing his hate-filled face in the window made her feel almost sick to her stomach.
Near the bottom of the steps she found a piece of paper that had been slipped under the door but was previously unnoticed. She picked it up. Devon noticed writing on it and Jenny turned it over, seeing words literally written in blood.
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