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. I

up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry this to the car for

*****

my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward

her knees

came to see if

another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest

to get back to a normal

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My father

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash my

“You've

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

travel over her. Let her see me doing

“I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I do things

like when you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I 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

crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who

the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then I scan again. “Where's

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

to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and as she sees me looking at her,

scoop her up, supporting her under the 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. But there’s definitely a touch

and I exchange smiles. “She

be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles

shoulder. “The next one’s yours. Perhaps she… or he… will be a strawberry

laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression, Babe…

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 for it this time…” She hooks hands around my neck, tip-toeing to kiss me. “And I did

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

brow creases. “Don't you want one that's

my arms around her, I rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you want

A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me

I

the smell of horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

knew there was a reason you married me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice

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

dance as her hands come up back up around

Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for her

air. “If you think you're parking my bare ass on prickly straw, you're

a 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

“Let

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

straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get yourself

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

her voice. “You're not going to scare

much

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

perfume wells in a warm cloud as I stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming

chuckles again. “It is,

with a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

her head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling horse

you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart

though only a little. “D’you think I'll get

really did

of

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

grins. “Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

path as I did with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then

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

followed by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

This isn’t the

nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she watches me

back against the bales, her

assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula

then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I

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