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.

bag. “Let me carry this to the

*****

take the usual carrot from my pocket. Oliver snorts and stamps, then as I snap the

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

to see if you needed

She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and

to

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

“Let's pretend it's normal.”

how do

I grin. And wait.

“What?

Flash my

eyes narrow. “You've got

would that

“You know what look.”

Oh, yeah…

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

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

closer, take the fork from her and set it against the

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. “There’re those, Michael Summerford, who might say

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

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

today, the top drawer stands open, horsey paraphernalia shoved to one side to make way for fleecy blankets and the gurgling Cara.

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

I exchange smiles. “She has his

“Who’s going to be a dark-eyed lovely, then?”

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

Cara back in her spot amid the horse tack. When I reply, I speak carefully,

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

with my hand. “I

“Don't you

arms around her, I rock her gently side

“Almost?”

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

do want to. If

ass. A plump cheek cupped in either hand, my cock gives me

Michael, I smell of

her head… I nibble at an earlobe. “… And we can both have a shower

away… ”Michael Summerford, you are just

her against my burgeoning groin. “It's rather nice to have my

Hitching her up, I semi-prop her against the

hands come up back up around

like it. Get yourself comfortable.” I

parking my bare ass on

my sweater off over 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

down. My cock’s already at half-mast inside my jeans as I move in close and she wraps her legs around my waist. She

straw, I push her knees open.

shoulders, Charlotte leans back, her ponytail swinging back against

voice. “You're not going

much

pale inner thighs, veeing

starting by her knees and drawing

closed, she chuckles again. “It is,

so beautiful you know. I never get tired of looking

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

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

think I'll get it back as

really did bother

thought of

yourself. Um… you realise you're

grins. “Doesn't mean we can't practice. And if we're going to have a lot of babies in the house, we might as well have them altogether; Cara, Adam, Mom's

“Your brother or sister...”

“Yeah... There’s a thought…”

Getting a little serious?

Save that for later…

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

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

my ear is followed by a

“Shove off, Charlie!”

blows by my

isn’t the

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

back against the bales, her

the horse assaulting me from one side

up again, knees curling up to her chest while I

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