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.

pick up Mitch’s bag. “Let me

*****

then as I snap the carrot in two, stretches forward to

her

to see if you

of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in her

back to a normal life,

held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. “Is it normal? Mom pregnant.

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

do we

I grin. And wait.

eyes me. “What?

Flash

eyes narrow. “You've got that

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

sucks at her cheeks. “I'm shovelling horse shit

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 that too.” A hand on either hip, I nuzzle into the crook of her

hands on my chest as though trying to push me away. But she’s not trying

“What I can bend you over

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

and the gurgling Cara. She’s

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.

smiles. “She has his eyes

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

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

back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully, choosing my words. “I had the impression,

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

her cheek with my hand. “I don't

brow creases. “Don't you want

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

to. If you

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

Michael, I smell of

head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both

grins and play-pretends to push me away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

by the ass, pressing her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my wife

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

dance as her hands come

yourself comfortable.”

you're parking my bare

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 the

my hands. “Let

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 move in close and she

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

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

still laughter in her voice. “You're not

how much

inner thighs, veeing to the

stroke her thighs; long, slow, finger-tip caresses, starting by her knees and drawing down and into her warming sex. “I knew there must be a good reason

closed, she chuckles

“You're so beautiful you

meet mine. “Shovelling horse shit,

Apart from your

I'll get it back as

did bother

thought of her

Um… you realise you're not likely to conceive

to have a lot of

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

by a nudge on the

“Shove off, Charlie!”

air blows by my

isn’t the

with Oliver, then tugs a wisp of hay from the rack. Jaws grinding the hay from side to side, she watches

dropping back

with the horse assaulting me from one side and you shaking like a bloody Hula dancer from

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

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