Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 51

Klempner

It’s not as though I don’t have the time to think… To plan…

I might be short on the creature comforts, but if there’s one thing I have in endless supply, it’s time.

And the time hangs.

There are times I consider finishing it. It wouldn’t be difficult: to tangle myself in the chain and let myself fall into the fetid water.

But even at the end of hope, life remains sweet.

And I have a better reason…

Mitch...

When I think of Juliana’s threats, my throat tightens, my breath catches. My mind freezes over.

But I’m no good to Mitch like that. Or Jenny. So I don’t let myself dwell on it.

She’s alive…

If she weren’t. Or if Juliana had succeeded in committing some harm to her, I’m quite sure she would have told me. Almost certainly, she would show me some kind of proof.

She hasn’t. Ergo, Mitch is alive and well.

But Juliana is never going to release me…

The key…

It dangles from its nail, tormenting me with its promise of freedom.

I have to be patient, make my moves slowly. But I can’t afford too much patience. With the poor diet and unsanitary conditions…

… and the depression…

… and the darkness…

… I’m conscious that I’m no longer in good physical condition. And that’s only going to get worse every day.

Even the fetter around my ankle is looser than it was.

How much weight have I lost?

How long can I last?

I have to escape.

So… How?

*****

 

Michael

“Morning, Mitch.”

Early Spring sunshine streams down on the sultry beauty. A large bag full of who-knows-what women’s paraphernalia is by her feet. A book pokes out of the top. Pregnancy For The Older Woman: All You Need To Know.

She smiles at me from her seat by her front door, setting a porcelain cup on its saucer. Mint-scented steam rises from the pale-green tea.

Cradled into the nook of her other arm, Cara gurgles, trying to point at the birds pecking up a little scattered grain. Her aim’s a bit off, still wobbly and uncoordinated, but she’s trying. As she sees me, she breaks into a gummy smile, then at the sight of Bear and Scruffy trotting along behind, she bounces and jiggles in Mitch’s embrace, little arms outstretched.

“You alright there? With Cara using you as a trampoline?” I nod down to the now noticeable swelling of her stomach.

“I'm fine. Just holding her until James arrives. He's having a shower after he and Jenny went riding.”

“You’re waiting for him?”

“He's dropping me off at the clinic on his way to the office. Jenny’s in the stable if you’re looking for her.”

“I was, yes. I'm at a loose end, so I thought I'd see if she wants some help with the garden.”

“I think you’ll find she’s mucking out the horses right now.”

The clip of leather on stone behind me: it’s James, freshly shaven, his hair still damp; suited and booted. “All ready, Mitch?”

“I am, yes.” She makes to stand. “Michael, could you…”

“Of course.” I take Cara from her. The tiny girl blows a bubble at me. I blow one back.

James heads for the stable…. “I'll just say goodbye to Charlotte…” … and reappears half a minute later followed by Charlotte.

“Okay, let's go.” James offers Mitch his hand. Although her pregnancy is showing now, she still moves gracefully, elegant on his arm.

“Thanks, Michael.” Charlotte takes Cara from my arms. Then, to her mother, “You're sure you don't want me to come with you?”

a big girl.

Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this

*****

knowing what to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear

boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork

to see if you needed any

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

get back to a normal life,

on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What is

Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

let my eyes travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really

“I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow,

move in closer, take the fork from her and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck,

chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re

my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can

once it furnished a bedroom in the hotel. Now, it houses tack, bits of leather, saddle soap, wax and rope. A single enormous cobweb drapes diagonally from one edge up the white-washed wall to anchor on a rafter. It’s owner crouches up in the top

stands open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me

arms to bounce her up and down a bit. Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a good head of hair now. As dark as James’ almost.

exchange smiles. “She has his eyes

going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She

to stand by me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours.

reply, but buy myself some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I

realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did promise

I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

creases. “Don't you want

I rock her gently side to side.

“Almost?”

“I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are

want to. If you

palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives

Michael, I smell

with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford,

me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A couple of straw bales are stacked

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her

her hands come up back up around

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

puffs air. “If you think you're parking my bare

over my head, I lay it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll

at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

Hoisting her up again, I plonk her on the sweater, then tug off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in

get you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on

Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row view of her lovely

in her voice. “You're not going

much noise

pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of

slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It

labia with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know.

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

fit. Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your

think I'll

did bother

thought of her as

why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive again while you're breast-feeding

we're going to have a lot of babies in the

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of

her position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting

in my ear is followed by

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

This isn’t the

spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side

back against

me from one

straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs

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