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.

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

*****

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 drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights such as

her knees in horse

if you

fine.” She forks up another load of straw, shaking

to get back to a normal life, isn't

She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows.

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing it. “You

at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into a barrow, and I

you're wearing your hard hat and steel-toed boots.” I move in closer, take the fork from her and set it

hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s

the stable. “What

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 corner looking

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

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

smiles. “She has his eyes too,” she

I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She

“The next one’s yours. Perhaps she…

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

past that. I'm ready for it this time…” She hooks hands around my

cup her cheek with my hand. “I don't

creases. “Don't you

I rock her

“Almost?”

her mouth. “I don't want you doing something you don't really want to. Babies are a long-term

to. If you

hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I glance

I

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

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

say otherwise. Hitching her

her hands come up back up around my

like it. Get yourself comfortable.”

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

straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt… “Let's get those off, shall we. You’ll not be needing them for

hands. “Let

panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I

knees resting on straw, I push

back against the straw, giving me

laughter in her voice. “You're not going to scare the horses

how much noise you

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

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 sex. “I knew there

back, eyes closed, she chuckles again. “It is, isn’t

a fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I

mine. “Shovelling horse

you now. Apart from your boobs, you've gotten your

“D’you think I'll get it back as

did bother

thought of her as

why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're

can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips

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

in my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder,

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

This isn’t the

nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the

back against the bales, her body

am I supposed to enjoy pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side

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

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