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

*****

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 drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to investigate

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

if you needed any

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

to get back to a

the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

me. “What? What

my eyes. Flash my brows. “What's

“You've got

would

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

see me doing

cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit into

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

bent me over a crate in your van...” She struggles, hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying very hard.

wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over

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

for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching

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

“She has

she does.” I kiss the little girl’s forehead. “Who’s going to be a

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

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

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.

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

creases. “Don't you want one

rock her gently side to

“Almost?”

I press a finger to her mouth. “I don't want you

want to. If you

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

I smell of

horse….” Charlie nickers and tosses her head… I

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

against my burgeoning groin. “It's

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

eyes dance as her hands come up back up around

Get yourself

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

Now…” I return

my hands. “Let me get these

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

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

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

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

how much noise you

inner thighs, veeing

starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason this is James favourite

she chuckles again. “It is,

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

head, opens her eyes to meet mine. “Shovelling

keeps you fit. Here, look at you now. Apart

I'll get it back as

did bother

of

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

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

“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 tongue downward…

back and lifting

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

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t

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

dropping back

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula

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

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