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

*****

the pair off, I return to the stable. Charlie nickers, her ears swinging forward as I enter, knowing what to expect 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 a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up

her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling

see if you needed

load of straw, shaking the clean parts free

back to

one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do we do

I grin. And wait.

“What? What is

Flash my

“You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

over her. Let her see me doing it. “You know, you

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

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

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

wounded.” I scan the stable. “What I can bend you over in here?” Then

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 in the top corner looking

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

Sweetie.” I 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

smiles. “She has his eyes

going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?” She chuckles, burbles and blows a

shoulder. “The

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

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

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

creases. “Don't you want

arms around her, I rock her gently side to side. “More than

“Almost?”

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

want to. If you want

behind her, I palm her ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock

I smell of

nickers and tosses her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, 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 to myself.” A couple of

her up, I semi-prop her against the

eyes dance as her hands come up back

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I fumble for

you're parking my bare

off over my head, I lay it over the 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 the next few minutes.” I unravel

my hands. “Let me get

good thought.” Hoisting her 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

shall we.” Kneeling, my knees resting on straw, I push her

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

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

how much noise

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

her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex.

chuckles again.

fingertip. “You're so beautiful you know.

mine. “Shovelling horse shit, you mean?” But her lips

Here, look at you now. Apart from your boobs, you've

a little. “D’you think I'll get

really did

thought of

don’t see why not. You look after yourself. Um… you realise you're not

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

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

finger: a soft bite just below

and lifting her hips to me. Trailing lips over

is followed by a nudge on the shoulder, setting

“Shove off, Charlie!”

Warm air blows

isn’t

straw, exchanges nuzzles with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from

bursts out laughing, dropping back against the bales, her body

pussy-cocktail with the horse assaulting me from one side and you

to straighten her face, then creases up again, knees curling up to her chest while I try fruitlessly to stretch out

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