Page 35 of Love Under Siege

Anya

Letter 3

Jacob my love,

My body aches with desire as I lie naked…

“Ummmm…say what now?!” I think to myself as I let slip an audible gasp which draws the attention of Jackson who raises a smirk which makes me roll my eyes before returning back to the letter. Now…where were we?

My body aches for your touch as I lie naked in my room. The memory of your hands on my skin, gripping me tightly and igniting a fire within me. As I close my eyes, I can almost feel your touch once again, tracing circles over my nipples and sending shivers down my spine. The thought of your hands roaming over my body, goosebumps prickling my skin, and feeling your breath tickle that sensitive spot on my neck. I long for the nights we spent together, our naked bodies moving in perfect synchrony, your cock filling me so deep. The way your lips trailed kisses down my neck, igniting a wildfire of need within me.

I sit on my bed surrounded by other men and reading Anya’s third letter has got me looking around the room making sure no one notices what is going on under my shorts.

My mind wanders to that night in the field where we made love under the stars, away from the world's prying eyes. The crackling fire casts a warm glow over us, as if the flames mirrored the passion that consumed us. The way you stared into my eyes, made me feel cherished and desired in ways I had never known before.

I remember the way your fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of heat that sent me spiraling. The taste of your lips on mine, a sweet intoxication that I could never get enough of.

As I sit here in my room and close my eyes, I relive each sensation, wishing you were here to make them real once again.

My body trembles at the thought of feeling you inside me, my walls clenching around your cock as you thrust relentlessly, taking me to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. I play with my clit, imagining it’s your fingers driving me to the brink of my orgasm. I insert my fingers inside my folds and imagine your cock thrusting deep within me.

I can’t wait for the day when we can be together again, Jacob. I need to feel your touch again, to scream your name when we have sex, and to be wrapped in your arms once more. Until then, I will hold onto every letter you send. I will wait for you my love.

Always yours,

Anya

“Daaaaaamn bro, your girl gettin’ her 50 Shades on!” Jaxson's voice chirps in from behind me, making me jump, and causing him to bust up laughing.

“Dude! Boundaries!” I reply with a witty tone.

Jaxson raises his hands in surrender “Hey, no one said you had to read the ‘word porn’ ” he jokingly says back.

“Shut up man! You’re just jealous your girl didn’t write you some ‘word porn’ ” I tease.

“Man whateva” he says with a smirk then heads back to his bunk and I open the last letter from Anya.

Dear Jacob,

I don’t know how to start this letter without worrying you, but I need to tell you what’s been happening. Things have gotten worse with the stalker, and I’m honestly scared, Jacob. The notes are getting more disturbing, and it feels like whoever this is knows my every move. I don’t know how much more I can take.

The police… they’re doing what they can, I guess, but it feels like they’re moving so slowly. Every day that goes by without them catching this person makes it harder for me to feel safe. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, waiting for something else to happen. It’s exhausting, and I’m just so tired.

Lana has been incredible through all of this, but even she’s starting to crack. She’s grumpier than usual, snapping at little things because she’s scared too. I can see it in her eyes—she’s just as terrified for me as I am. I hate that she’s caught up in this mess because of me, and I don’t know what to do to make things better.

I miss you so much, Jacob. I keep wishing you were here because I know you’d know what to do. I don’t want to sound weak, but I’m really struggling. I’m trying to stay strong, but it feels like I’m losing control, and I don’t know how to stop it. I hate that I have to put this on you while you’re away, but I don’t know who else to turn to.

Please, just keep me in your thoughts. Knowing you’re out there thinking of me helps more than you know. I love you, Jacob, and I’m counting down the days until I can be with you again, when I’ll finally feel safe.

Yours,

Anya

My hands tremble as I read Anya’s letter, the words blurring together as this wave of helplessness and anger hits me. Every instinct in me screams to drop everything, get on the first flight home, and protect her myself. The thought of her being scared, feeling unsafe—it tears at me in ways I can’t even begin to describe.

I read her words again, my jaw tightening with each line. How the hell can the police be dragging their feet on this? Anya’s strong—I know that better than anyone—but even the strongest people have their limits. The thought of her, terrified and vulnerable, makes my heart ache. I can almost hear the tremor in her voice, see the fear in her eyes as she wrote this.

Frustration boils inside me. Here I am, miles away, training for situations like this, and I’m completely powerless to help the one person I love the most. I want to smash something, scream, anything to release this anger. But I know none of that will help her. I need to think clearly.

---