by Fox, Piper
She gets down too soon. “Have a seat.” She pats her hand on the sofa.
“How do you like the furniture?”
“I love it. Thank you.” She bats her eyes. “But you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, I wanted to.”
“How is work? You seemed stressed yesterday.” She takes off her glasses and sits them on the coffee table.
“It’s been one hell of a week, beautiful.”
She pulls my legs onto her lap and unties my boots.
“More dead animals throughout the town.” I shake my head. She slips my boots off then I wiggle my toes in my white socks.
“Why would someone leave dead animals?”
“A war is coming soon.” I’m not sure which clan it is, but this means war.
“Everything is going wrong. Bella outed me to the elders of the clan.”
“She did? Why, what did she say?”
“She has a lot to say, but I don’t care they can’t control my life, I love you.”
“What’s wrong with our love?”
“Kaitlyn, you are not part of the clan.” Even saying that pisses me off. I won’t be forced into mating Bella.
“Tonight I don’t want to talk about Bella or the clan.” She leans in close. “I just want you.”
She flips her tongue and sucks my neck, which is my hotspot. I hope she doesn’t leave any passion marks but I don’t want her to stop.
While I carry her to the bedroom, I gasp for air. Blood rushes to my penis as I place her on the bed. I’m tired, but not too tired for her sweet pussy. I’ve been fantasizing about her all week. How I wanted to lick her from head to toe. How I wanted this big dick hitting her uterus.
Her touch makes me weak. She captivates me with her scent. She helps undress me by tearing my uniform off. Her body is graced with red lace panties and bra. The bra has the nipples exposed, easy to access.
She likes foreplay and so do I. I lie on the bed to suck her nipples, and she moans for more.
She flips me over on the bed and plays with my nipple piercing. Heaven must be peaceful like this. She relaxes me, taking me to another place. I can’t think about the bullshit back home. She grabs hold of me and pulls me into her fantasy.
She massages my chest and continues licking down my chest to my stomach.
My heart rate kicks into overdrive, my dick so hard it might burst. She’s the only woman who I’m safe enough with to be so open and vulnerable.
She licks my balls and then my dick. Her tongue strokes my dick up and down. The thrust of her tongue, the swivel of her jaws have me stuck.
I can’t move as I near a climax, all while she pushes my penis deeper into her mouth. The head of my dick hitting the back of her throat is incredible. She does it faster and harder.
Closing my eyes, my muscles completely relax. I climax and it’s shooting off everywhere. Like a machine gun I can’t control. She swallows it and my dick gets harder.
She knows my body and what I like.
Kaitlyn
On cloud nine, I walk Jared to the door. My robe keeps falling off my shoulder exposing half my breast. Jared extends his hand down my robe and caresses my nipples. We stand in the doorway gazing in each other’s eyes. I lean in for a kiss. The wind blows and it’s freezing outside. I don’t care. Jared’s hot ass is keeping me warm.
I pull away. “Stop before we are rolling around on the bed,” I wink, unable to control my infatuation with him.
He blushes. “I have to work.” I saw the quick splash of passion in him.
That’s what his mouth says, but the bulge in his pants didn’t get the memo.
“Call you later.”
I watch him walk to his squad car. The thought of him leaving sends daggers to my heart. I’m content with being alone, but it doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely. Some days I want to lie naked in bed all day splayed across Jared’s chest. I know that’s a fantasy.
Ginger purrs and rubs against my leg as I wave goodbye to Jared. His car drives down the road and I watch as the taillights fade out of view. I hustle over to the mailbox, grabbing the thick pile of bills before rushing up the stairs out of the frost.
I sift through the letters. Bills, bills, and more bills. And I come upon another letter from Carl. This time I decide to open it. The return address doesn’t have the department of corrections attached.
I rip it open to find a rage-filled letter in big bold letters: STOP SEEING HIM OR HE DIES.
Panic rips through my chest. He’s been spying on me. I’m not safe anywhere. This world is too small; everywhere I go, he finds me. The justice system is a fucking joke for domestic violence. He keeps getting out.
Racing to the front door, I nearly trip on the waxed floors as I scramble to slip the dead bolt on. It isn’t much safer. Last time he came through the window. I glance around for my bat. I pause momentarily, contemplating if it would be wise to purchase a gun. However, I decide against it. I’m terrified of firearms.
Passing the furniture brings pain to my heart. And then I pass the bedroom and replay the passionate love we made. It thrusts me into depression. How selfish am I to put him in harm’s way?
I take a seat on the couch and burst into tears as I rip the letter into shreds. Those cops assured me they would keep me safe before hauling his ass to jail. I have a restraining order against this psycho, yet he still controls me.
My buzzing phone momentarily silences my tears. I don’t want to talk with anyone right now. Especially not a client wanting pictures. I peek at the number, but it’s Lisa. I need to talk to her—she is the only true friend I have.
“Hello.”
“Hi, how are you? I haven’t heard from you since you have been hiding under Mr. Officer.”
I sniffle and a faint smirk appears on my face. I trot to the bathroom and lock myself inside.
“What is wrong? Sounds like you’re crying.”
“Nothing. Hmm…well, it’s Carl ass. He sent a letter threatening to kill Jared.”
She gasps. “Do you think he’s serious?”
“I don’t know, but I care too much for Jared to put him in harm’s way.” The heaviness of my chest is weighing me down.
“Fight. You can’t let Carl run your life.”
“Now isn’t the time to fight. I don’t want to gamble with Jared's life.”
“Jared is a police officer. I’m sure he can handle Carl.”
But I don’t want to put him through my crazy divorce drama. Our relationship is already off to a rocky start. I can’t tell Lisa everything. She’s opinionated and I don’t want to hear it today.
“I’ll call you later, Lisa.” Without waiting for her to say goodbye, I hang up.
Sitting on the toilet in my robe, I sob. A few minutes ago, I was on cloud nine. It’s funny how life changes in the blink of an eye. I had the man of my dreams laying in my arms. Learning every inch of my body. Now I’m crying over my past.
He’s forcing me to be single. I want to rid my life of him. In the past, I’d always find my way back to Carl. But not this time. I won’t take any more abuse. And I won’t let Jared, either.
All the signs are telling me this relationship will not work. But when I’m with Jared in his arms, it feels so damn right.
Jared already told me about his ex and all the trouble she is making. Carl will make my life a living hell if I continue seeing Jared. Maybe it’s best I let him go. I desperately want this relationship, but it’s not right to be selfish. I’ll free Jared from my messy life.
The more I think about losing Jared, the more tears flow from my eyes. Lowering my gaze to my hand I notice the constant tremors. I stare in the mirror at my red, puffy eyes. I tell myself it’s for the best.
Hyperventilating, I grab my phone and search for Jared’s number. I’m in emotional overload. My chest is tightening. I find his number and send the dreaded text. Please don’t come back, I don’t want to see you anymore.
A piercing scream exits my mouth as I p
ush send on the text. The first time I had someone I truly love and I have to let him go. My life will never be the same.
Jared
I stare at the file on my desk, nervous to open it. There have been two thefts, and more dead animals left on doorsteps. Oh, and the missing-person report. This is getting out of control. We need to find the culprits and if they want war, we can sure give them one.
My phone has been buzzing all day. But who has time to answer? I’ll get to it when I can but for now, I have to do my job. I flip the file open and there’s Bella’s name under the missing person. It’s been four days since Bella stormed away from my house.
My door opens without a knock, and Lance enters.
“Did you get the missing person report?” Lance questions, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” I respond and slide the file on my desk. I run my hand across my face and sigh.
Lance takes a seat, and he fixes his eyes on my face. “Where is she?”
“I have no idea. Knowing Bella, she’s doing this for attention.”
“But she has never run off. Her parents report she’s been missing three days.”
I shrug. “I haven’t seen her either.”
The expression upon Lance’s face is one of disbelief. I truly hadn’t seen her. We sit in silence, as if he is waiting for an explanation.
“She came to my house Tuesday. She left pissed because I wanted some space.” Everyone knows Bella is overdramatic. I’m sure she’ll turn up soon.
“We need to investigate the thefts and dead animals. Any leads on who is leaving the dead animals?”
“No, but I got an idea.”
“Reggie and the South Creek clan?”
He nods with a mean snarl.
I stare down at my buzzing phone. With a quick look, I view Kaitlyn’s name. A sheepish smile parts my lips. With a quick read, the smile melts to a frown.
What does she mean she doesn’t want to see me anymore? Is this a joke? I’m in love with her. With a rapid flick of the keys, I text, Why?
The constant patter of my heartbeat becomes louder. Lance continues talking, but I’ve tuned him out. My world has stopped. All I want is a text saying she was playing, or she texted the wrong person. My enchanted love that I’ve waited my life for can’t leave me like this.
Patiently I wait for a return text. Those seconds turn into minutes.
“Jared. Jared. Is everything all right?”
I smirk. “Yeah, everything is fine,” I respond.
But everything’s not fine. However, I can’t tell Lance. He assumes Kaitlyn is a distraction, not to mention she’s human.
Lance is my best friend; he probably knows me better than anyone else. He’ll know there’s a problem.
I rise from my chair and head for the bathroom, not wanting to look at Lance. Trying to hold my feelings inside. But they’re getting the best of me.
Realizing that I’m shaking, I hurry to the bathroom.
I don’t need to use the bathroom. I needed to talk to Kaitlyn, to hear her voice. This has to be an awful prank, or she’s being forced. The best time of my life was making love to her. I know she’s not ready to throw that all away.
The phone goes straight to her voicemail and I call again. I leave a voicemail pleading for her to call me. But I can’t help calling again. Slowly I realize that I have called her ten times. This is borderline stalkerish. I want an explanation, but not like this.
When she’s ready to talk, she’ll call me, and I will be here waiting for her no matter what.
* * *
It’s been two months, and no Kaitlyn and no Bella. She disappeared without a trace. But the clan is still questioning me since I was the last to see her. It doesn’t matter that I had absolutely nothing to do with her disappearance. She may have left because she was mad at me. But to think there’s any foul play is ludicrous.
I’m heartbroken. It takes everything in me to get out of bed in the mornings. I guess I’m depressed. I can’t seem to get out of my funk. Two months since I smelled her hair, listened to her voice, or touched her sweet lips. I have wet dreams about her. But I have to let her go. She made it painfully clear she didn’t want me. Occasionally I send a text, but she doesn’t respond.
I throw the car into drive to make my way across town to another dead deer on someone’s doorstep. Lance is already at the scene. We are not any closer to getting the one responsible for this than we were two months ago.
My squad car jerks as I shift the gear into park. Then a whining noise rattles from underneath the hood. I need to take this car to the repair shop.
Lance stands on the porch of the old farmhouse speaking to an older lady in her housecoat.
I jump out of the car, trotting towards the house, when I see the gruesome scene of a giant buck laid across the front lawn.
“This is the town’s sheriff, Jared,” Lance says.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Hi. I don’t understand why they are targeting me,” she complains.
“We’re on it, ma’am,” Lance responds.
“I’ve lived here for thirty-three years. I never had any shit like this happen to me.” Her face is beet red with anger.
“I want something done about this. It’s bad luck to have dead animals on your lawn,” she grunts.
Lance gives her his card, and she walks into the house continuing to yell on and on about the dead animal on her lawn. She slams the door, causing a loud bang.
“She’s pissed,” I suggest.
“Livid,” Lance agrees.
“What time did this happen?” I question.
“It had to be sometime early this morning. Before seven a.m.”
“You know Reggie and his clan is doing this shit. South Creek is in for war.”
“Yep, something’s brewing and it isn't Momma’s stew.”
We walk over to view the deer. Maybe some clues are left behind. I get the strongest scent of Kaitlyn perfume, as if she were standing right beside me.
Lance covers his nose in disgust. The only aroma I get is Kaitlyn. She’s everywhere. I can’t get her off my mind.
Kaitlyn
Knock, knock, knock.
I turn my head toward the alarm clock on my nightstand. Who the hell is knocking on my door at eight o’clock in the morning? If it’s a package, damn it, leave it at the door. I decide to lie here and pretend I don’t hear them.
Knock, knock, knock.
I grab my phone and search for a missed call or a text and find nothing. The last call was from Lisa two days ago. Whoever it is better get away from my doorstep.
Nodding back to sleep, a rumbling growl from my stomach forces me to get up. I’m starving. I drag myself to the kitchen. Well, at least the knocking stopped. Whoever it was must have gotten the picture.
I open the refrigerator, and there isn’t much to choose from. I pull the raw steak out, one of my eyes still shut. My plan was to cook it for dinner, but I’m too hungry to wait. I grab the seasoning from the cupboard. Stretching my arms, I let out a yawn. Then I grab a mug from the dish rack to make coffee.
I move the stainless steel toaster over and sit the steak on the counter. My mouth waters just looking at the juicy cut. Sprinkling the seasoning on the steak relaxes my hunger pains slightly.
I take a big bite out of the steak when the knocking starts again. This asshole doesn’t get the picture. Forget the knocking, I’m going to finish my steak. I take another savoring bite and chew as the juices from the meat shoot throughout my mouth. I glance over at the toaster and see myself. What the fuck? I’m eating raw steak. But damn, it tastes so good.
I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I peek over at the pregnancy test I purchased when I was out shopping last week. Missing my period by three weeks put me on alert. No way I could be pregnant. The last person I entertained was Jared. But that was nearly two months ago. I still love every inch of his body. He’s called hundreds of times and left messages, but I can’t bring myself to te
ll him to stay away because of Carl.
Fuck, I’ll pee on the stick and hope it’s negative. The last thing I need is a baby. My situation is crazy enough. I can’t be with the man I love because the man I hate may harm him. And seeing me pregnant would be all the ammunition Carl needs to send him over the edge.
Peeling the wrapper off the test makes me nervous. Here goes nothing. I’ve been eating a little more. I don’t sleep all day. I just can’t afford a baby.
I take the test and set it on the counter. I have to wait ten minutes for the results. The longest ten minutes of my life. I imagine the miracle of a child. Someone to love me unconditionally. Then the dread of Carl and his constant rage sets in.
Knock, knock, knock.
I race from the bathroom. Whoever this is, I’m cursing their ass out. I don’t want to be bothered, obviously. I storm down the stairs, stomping in anger. Not even looking through the peephole, I snatch the door open. My frown immediately turns into rage.
No, he’s not at my door. He has no respect for the law or the restraining order.
“I just want to talk like adults.”
There is not an adult bone in Carl’s body. How dare he knock on my door? I’m not running this time, though.
“What do you have to say?” I growl.
“I’m-I’m tired of this.” He has a stern grimace of seriousness. Several wrinkles appear on his face.
“Tired of what?”
“I want us to be together again. I love you.”
My anger turns into pure hatred. It was like a wild animal was inside waiting to come out and attack.
“Get your ass away from my door. Now!” I growl. But it was a loud growl. It is so vicious and loud, it has me shivering.
With a look of sheer horror, Carl’s eyes dance and his hands shake. He takes off running and doesn’t stop until he gets to his car. His legs are long and he is athletic. All that’s visible are the back of his shirt and the wind blowing his brown hair back. He peels out the driveway and down the street so fast you would have thought I have Freddy Krueger in here.
