by Nicole Casey
“You may not know this, but people actually know you really well around here, Harding. I just had to ask the guy at the general store in Cedar City and he gave me a vague idea.”
Harding’s face remained completely stoic.
“We’ll be right back,” he said to Aaron, grabbing me by the hand and leading me toward the back hallway on the main floor.
My pulse was racing as I allowed myself to be guided into the bedroom.
Harding closed the door and stared down at me, worry clouding his beautiful eyes.
“I need to know where you came from,” he told me and I grew dizzy by the intensity of his statement.
“I…”
What could I tell him that he would understand? What could I say which would keep him looking at me the same way he was in that moment?
“Eloise, I went to the compound you escaped from today. I spoke to Randolph.”
My mouth fell open, my eyes widening with fear.
I backed away from him, shaking my head.
“What did you tell him?” I gasped. “Is he coming for me?”
Harding’s brow knit and he stepped toward me, pulling me into his arms.
“Of course not!” he replied hotly. “How could you even ask that?”
I dropped my head, unsure of what to believe anymore.
Anyone I had ever trusted in my life had betrayed me. What made Harding any different? He had no reason to protect me and Sir could be very influential. Maybe he promised him something to –
Harding grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising my face to his.
“Eloise, I promised to help you but I need to know what we’re up against.”
The word “we” sent a thrill of pleasure through my body and I nodded, my eyes locking on his.
I didn’t want to speak anymore.
I wanted to kiss him, the way I had imagined from almost the moment I had woken up in this secure, warm cabin, safe from Sir and the community.
His face softened as he sensed what was coming and I brought myself up onto my tiptoes, gently brushing my lips against his, shivers caressing me as his whiskers tickled my top lip.
It was exactly as I had imagined it, his hard body pressing against mine, his mouth mashing to me as our tongues reached out to play.
I moaned softly, goosebumps exploding on my bare arms as Harding’s muscled forearm embraced my waist, moving me back toward the bed which I had made upon waking.
My calves met the low headboard and suddenly, I was swept into his clutches for him to lay me against the mattress.
On my back, I watched him straighten to his full height, his gaze filled with the desire I had wanted him to show me but I was abruptly filled with nervousness.
He was drinking me in with his eyes and the mere look was causing my body to twitch with anticipation.
I reached for him, urging him toward me, my mouth parted for another kiss.
He did not hesitate, falling onto me gracefully, half his body pinning me to the bed as his mouth crushed into mine.
My sweating palms snaked around his neck, drawing him closer and I sighed as our mouths explored one another.
Harding’s hands slipped beneath his flimsy t-shirt which I was still wearing, his fingers closing in around my rigid nipple and I jumped at the sensation shooting through my body.
The dampness between my thighs increased and my hips arched up to feel him against me but his leg kept me in place, wriggling uncomfortably against him as his lips found the swollen skin of my breasts.
The hairs tickled my skin, a friction jolting across me and I realized my fantasy was about to become my reality as his head dropped lower across my stomach, his lips discovering every crevice in sight.
My fingers entwined in his thick head of hair, holding tightly while my bottoms were stripped away from my legs.
Never had I felt so vulnerable and I loved every second of it.
I was forced to release his head, my shoulders crashing back against the bed and Harding released a moan as he took in the sopping wetness of my core.
His huge hands gently placed my legs over his rippled shoulders, the strain against my thighs only adding to my mounting desire.
“You are so sweet,” he murmured, his nose nuzzling the skin around my cleft and again I bucked upward, wanting him to finish what he had started, what I had wanted from no other man.
He did not leave me waiting long, his tongue delving hot and deep into my center and I cried out at the feeling.
No dream could prepare me for the bolt of electricity which his barbate skin created throughout my entire body.
Twisting, I tried to get away and push him deeper simultaneously, the pleasure almost too much to handle as he latched onto my pulsating nub, sucking at me almost violently.
Something was happening inside me as I writhed beneath him, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me, my cries becoming moans of passion.
Suddenly, my body tensed, and an explosion of juice erupted from me, spilling in a gush over his lapping tongue.
My eyes went out of focus as waves of heat coursed through my body, one after the other and Harding was there to lick up every drop emanating from my body.
Again, he stroked my center with his tongue, causing me to jump with sensitivity and slowly he raised his head, staring at me in a way which told me that he had only just begun.
His face gleaming with my juices, he rose toward me like a panther on the prowl but I was no longer nervous.
Excitement for what came next had replaced my every emotion as his headlined with mine.
I couldn’t see him do it but I felt his hands fumbling for his belt, the bulge in his crotch pressing against my heated thigh.
I grabbed his face in my palms, my eyes wide.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whispered and he smiled, warmth in his silver-green eyes.
“I know,” he replied, spreading my legs apart.
I mewled as the tip of his hot shaft touched the soaked slide of my middle.
Instinctively I tensed until he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me softly. I bit down on his lower lip when his engorged unit prodded into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
I wanted to cry out but his lips stopped me as his massive member began to fill with slow, deliberate circles.
I could taste myself on his soft lips.
My eyes popped open, legs locking against his hips as my fingers closed around his toned scapula, my nails digging deep.
He paused to look at me, concern lighting his gaze.
“Are you okay?” he murmured.
I didn’t answer and instead bucked upward, a jolt of pleasure-filled pain searing through me but I didn’t want him to stop.
He took the hint, his thrusts growing more urgent, his hand cupping my face as he prodded into me, filling me in a way I had never known existed until that moment.
I could not keep quiet anymore, my screams overriding his kisses and he drove into me, his sack slapping against my terse buttocks.
If possible, his pole seemed to grow larger inside me and I was once more consumed with the sweeping tingle of a climax building.
Together we grunted, Harding, releasing a stream of profanities which only added to my orgasm and with a final jerk a stream of hotness flowed into me as I exploded outward against him.
I was shaking uncontrollably, trying to catch my breath as he held fast to me, the streaks of fluid lessening until there was nothing left and we were only a pile of sweating arms and legs.
It took me several minutes to realize that there was still hammering happening in the room and I raised my head to look around in confusion.
Harding chuckled at my expression as he slipped out of me, propping himself up on an arm to look at me.
“I guess Aaron was trying to drown us out,” he offered lightly and embarrassment colored my cheeks.
I had forgotten he was there.
Harding reached up to touch my face w
ith his fingertips, tracing the lines of my jaw tenderly.
“Are you okay?” he asked again and I nodded, my body still quivering with adrenaline.
“Yes,” I replied truthfully. “Thank you for being my first.”
He chuckled and leaned forward to kiss my lips but when he drew back, I saw there was little amusement in his eyes.
“Eloise, we need to talk about Denton Crowe and where you came from.”
I tensed at the sound of Sir’s real name.
We never called him that.
“Why?” I protested. “Why do we need to talk about that now?”
Harding lowered his head and I immediately sensed something was terribly wrong.
“I think they may learn where you’re hiding. I need to know everything so we know how to handle them if they should show themselves here.”
I bit my lower lip and turned my head away.
“What did they say to you?” I asked dejectedly. I should have known that eventually, he would ask the questions and demand answers. I was just hoping for more time.
“Randolph said you were getting married,” he said gruffly and I could hear the pain in his voice.
My head jerked up.
“No!” I cried indignantly. “I am not getting married! That’s why I ran away! Sir…”
I inhaled, trying to collect myself and speak properly.
“He is married to my mother,” I said glumly, humiliation staining my face. “He has twelve other wives. I didn’t realize that he expected us to marry him too.”
Anger flashed through Harding’s eyes.
“He can’t force you to marry him! What kind of sick bastard wants to marry his step-daughter?”
I shook my head, swallowing my nervousness.
“I don’t have a choice. They will come looking for me, Harding and I have no idea what they will do with Jillian now that I’m gone. I have to find a way back for her.”
I could see his jaw lock.
“No one is taking you,” he growled and I believed him. “We will find a way to get your sister out of there also.”
I wished I had as much faith in his words as he seemed to have.
“How did you get out? I saw that compound. There’s barbed wire all along the fence.”
I nodded and grimaced.
“There’s a tree which overhangs the main house where the women stay. I waited until everyone was asleep and climbed it in the middle of the night.”
I noticed the glint of appreciation in his eyes.
“That’s very smart,” he commented. “What made you think to do that?”
I shrugged.
How could I explain that I had always known that there was something wrong with the place our mother had brought us all those years ago?
Maybe I was still old enough to remember a normal life where I wore jeans and went to a public school. Maybe that big, burly man in my memory was really my father and he was what kept me hanging on.
“I suppose I could try to break back into the compound the same way,” he said but I could tell he was thinking aloud.
I shook my head.
“Sir has more than likely cut it. There aren’t many ways to escape that place.”
“Who in their right mind goes to live in a place like that? If you’re so anxious for captivity, rob a bank or something. Who are these people?” he grumbled.
I had no answer for him but I did remember something once more as I stared at him.
“Harding, I have to tell you something.”
He stared at me expectantly and I pursed my lips together, wondering if he needed to know the truth.
“What is it?” he demanded. “Do you know another way in?”
I cleared my throat.
“There is a family of Jacksons on the compound,” I explained quietly. “They’ve been there two generations.”
He stared at me blankly.
“So what?” he asked. “Jackson is a common name.”
I swallowed and shook my head.
“No, Harding, I think they are related to you.”
He eyed me in disbelief.
“I have no family here,” he assured me. “How do you know?”
I smiled weakly.
“Because they all have your eyes. What color were your father’s eyes?”
A shadow of doubt crossed over his face but he didn’t answer me.
“Harding?”
“We need to get into that camp and dismantle it,” he snapped, jumping from the bed suddenly. “I want to know what the hell is going on in there.”
I exhaled slowly, a feeling of hope seizing my heart.
Two days ago I had been near death, fleeing dangers from every angle.
Now I had a fearless protector, a man who was willing to risk his own security to make sure mine was ensured.
I watched him throwing on his pants and the rush of emotion I had toward him was unlike anything I had ever felt for another person.
Was I falling in love with Harding Jackson?
9
Harding
My mind was still turning as I dressed and went to join Aaron who was working diligently on my extension.
A flash of guilt hit me as I watched the kid pounding away, humming softly to himself.
I had been having incredible sex with a virgin while he had been working on my home project.
“Sorry about that,” I told him. “Something came up.”
“I heard,” he replied cheekily and I grimaced.
“You didn’t have to come today, Aaron. I will get this done,” I told him but I was secretly pleased that he had made the effort.
I appreciated the help, even if I didn’t act like it.
“Meh, it gives me something to do,” he replied. “What else would I be doing? Watching football?”
I swallowed a smile, picking up a piece of drywall to place in the framework.
“So, Eloise,” Aaron drawled, eyeing me through his peripheral vision. “She seems nice.”
“She’s a little more than nice,” I replied sharply. “She’s incredible.”
Aaron snickered.
“I stand corrected but in my defense, I only had about two minutes to get to know her. What’s her story? Where did you two meet?”
I was silent for a minute, pressing the sheetrock into the frame.
There had to be another way into the compound but even if there is, what will we do when we’re in there? They can’t keep Jillian against her will and what about the others?
I was also plagued by the idea that my father had family living in the walls of the community under some cult-like rule.
“Harding?”
I looked back at Aaron.
Since joining the real world, Aaron was the only person who had treated me like a real person, not some redneck caveman.
Could I trust him to help me with something like this?
“Come on,” I said. “We’re going for a drive.”
He looked at me in surprise.
“We are? But what about this?”
I nodded quickly.
“We won’t be long but I need your advice.”
He grinned genuinely and I could see my words made him happy.
I had always shoved aside his attempts at friendship but suddenly I couldn’t imagine why I had been so standoffish with him.
Aaron wasn’t at all like the other assholes at work. He did his job with a smile and always had a friendly word.
If I was going to have a friend, I would want it to be someone like Aaron Jessup.
Even then, he took the change of plans in stride, dropping his hammer to the side and jumping to his feet, brushing off the debris from his jeans.
“Lead the way,” he replied with his characteristic beam.
I wondered if he would still be smiling after I took him where we were headed.
As I suspected, the beam faded from his face as I parked the F150 by the locked entrance of the compound.
“What are
we doing here, Harding?” he asked in a tone which told me he knew exactly where we were.
“Do you know this place?” I asked, eyeing him and he nodded.
“Everyone knows the Community. Why are we here, Harding?”
“We’re going to break in. There’s at least one girl in here being held against her will,” I replied in a conversational tone.
Aaron’s face turned ashen.
“Woah!” he protested. “I don’t want any part of breaking into this place. These people are fucking nuts. Religious weirdoes who skew the Bible to practice incest and shit.”
“I know,” I replied shortly. “That’s why we’re going in.”
Aaron shook his head.
“Harding, it’s illegal to break into a – ”
“It’s also illegal to keep people here against their will,” I reminded him.
“Then we should go to the cops, man!”
I snorted.
I had come to realize that everyone knew about what was happening in the gated camp but no one seemed to care enough to do anything about it.
I was not going back to Eloise without a plan to get Jillian.
“If you don’t help me, Aaron, I am going to do it alone. I can’t force you to come with me but I could use your brain on this.”
I watched as his face transformed into a look of uncertainty.
He didn’t know what to make of my sudden offer of friendship when I had spent the better part of two years dismissing him.
He cocked his head to the side, biting his lower lip.
I stepped from the cab and left him inside to ponder his next move.
He followed me out as I knew he would and I felt a little bad knowing that he was a reluctant accomplice.
It was for the greater good. He would be proud of himself when we rescued Jillian and potentially others from the hell in which they were living.
“Come on,” I said, leading the way along the fence line toward the community at the back. “I want to see if there’s a tree back there we can climb.”
“How do you know about any of this?” Aaron asked me nervously as he followed. “And why do you care?”
I didn’t answer but it didn’t take him long to figure out my sudden interest in the commune.
