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?”

big girl. I

“Let

*****

to expect as I take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in

in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the

see if

of straw, shaking the clean parts free and

to

the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What is

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

narrow. “You've got

look would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know,

shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things for

and set it against the wall. “I rather like you dressed like that

struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not

stable. “What

old chest of drawers. Well past its better days, 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

gurgling Cara.

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. But there’s definitely a touch of red

and I exchange smiles. “She has his eyes

the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a

me, rests her head on my shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I

sniffs and shrugs. “I’ll admit, the reality came as a shock. I’d never realised just how big a change it is. But I’ve gotten past that. I'm ready

about that?” I cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't

creases. “Don't you want

I rock her gently side to side. “More than almost

“Almost?”

back, I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want

want to. If you want

hands down behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my

I

with the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a shower

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

ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin.

but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the bales. “Hold on to

dance as her hands come up back up

yourself comfortable.” I

you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw,

queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for the next few minutes.” I unravel the belt, shoving my giggling wife’s jeans

at my hands. “Let

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 close and she wraps her legs around my waist.

you warmed over shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open.

swinging back against the straw, giving me a front-row

“You're not going to

how much noise you

take a moment to enjoy the view. Her pale inner thighs, veeing to the startling copper of the

by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again.

“You're so beautiful you know. I never

head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?”

Here, look at you now. Apart

only a little. “D’you think I'll get it back as fast

really did

thought of her

you realise you're not

mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

move in, mouthing at soft pale skin, following the same path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and

head again, settling back and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over

ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

isn’t

to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of

laughing, dropping back against the

I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a

not very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly

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