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 me carry

*****

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

to her knees in horse bedding, fork

if you

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

to

pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we do

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

Flash my brows.

narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

Let her see me doing it. “You know, you really do things for me

horse shit

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

me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to

“What I

an 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

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

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 has

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

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

the horse tack. When I

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

her cheek with my hand. “I don't want

you want

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

“Almost?”

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

to. If you want

cupped in either hand, my cock gives me a nudge, and I

Michael, I smell

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

push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

me.” I pull her back towards me by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife all to myself.” A

mouth might be protesting, but her eyes say otherwise. Hitching her up, I

eyes dance as her hands come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

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

at my hands. “Let me get these boots off

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

shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her knees open. “Rest your feet on me. Get

shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against

voice. “You're not going to

how much noise you

veeing to the startling copper of the curls; her labia, rapidly

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

back, eyes closed, she chuckles

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know. I never get

meet mine. “Shovelling horse

look at you now. Apart from your boobs,

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

really did

of her

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

lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam,

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

with my finger: a soft bite just below her knee, then drawing the heat of my lips and tongue downward… downward and inward… towards her

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

my ear is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting me

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows by

isn’t

disappointed nicker and ambles back to her spot in the straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay

laughing, dropping back against the

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

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

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