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?”

girl.

I stoop to pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me carry

*****

the carrot in two, stretches forward to accept his half. Both horses munch contently. Bear drops into the straw panting. Scruffy trots across to

up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the

came to see if you needed any

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

to a normal life, isn't

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we

I grin. And wait.

“What?

widen my eyes. Flash my brows.

“You've got that

look would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

doing it. “You know,

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

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 crook of her neck,

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 might say you

hand to my heart. “I’m wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then

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

blankets and the gurgling Cara. She’s already watching us, and

Then, I move into the sunshine to get a better look. “She’s getting a

“She has his

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

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

some time to speak, laying Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When

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

cheek with my

brow creases. “Don't you want one

arms around her, I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

don't want you doing something you don't really want to.

want to.

cupped in either hand, my

Michael, I smell of

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

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just a

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 to have my wife all

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

dance as her hands come up back up around

more like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

you think you're parking

my head, I lay it over the straw. “A throne fit for a queen. Now…” I return to her belt…

slaps at my hands. “Let me get

off her boots. Then her jeans and panties, to leave her naked from the waist down. My cock’s already

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

leans back, her ponytail swinging back against

her voice. “You're not going

how much

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

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

eyes closed, she chuckles again.

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

meet mine. “Shovelling horse

now. Apart from

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

really did bother

thought of her as

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

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…

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

position a little, dropping her head again, settling back and lifting her

followed by a nudge

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows

isn’t the

Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the

out laughing, dropping back

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

very convincing attempt to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out her legs again and open her

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