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A tremendous grin spreads across my face, the voices of earlier completely fading away as my heart seems to expand. Reaching around, I rub her clit, plunging two fingers into her pussy. She tightens around me, her gasps and moans music to my ears, and just as I feel my balls tighten, she explodes around me, crying out my name as I unload into her.
I pull out, missing being inside her already, and gather her into my arms. I never thought of myself as a cuddler - but I can barely keep my hands off her. With my free hand, I trace the faint scars on her back, causing her to shiver under my fingertips. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
Her hands trace down her body, running over the silvery marks that grace the undersides of her breasts and abdomen. “I don’t feel beautiful,” she whispers back. “They left so many marks on me, a constant reminder of the horrors people will do to one another.”
“You’re a survivor, Rebecca, not a victim. Never that. The marks your body bears show how strong you are, how determined to survive. They may have left their marks on you, but you’re still standing, and they’ll be the ones cowering when you rain hellfire down upon them.”
Rebecca nuzzles into my chest, her soft breath blowing across me. Tightening my grip, I’m determined to enjoy this little slice of peace before I get serious about making plans.
I have a surprise for her.
Chapter 17
Rebecca
Ascream of delight rips from my lips as laughter bubbles out of me. Trey is sitting across from me, looking ridiculously adorable in the large headphones. The grandeur of the Grand Canyon spins below us, the whooshing of the helicopter blades a steady thrum as we dive and sweep through the skies.
When Trey said he had a surprise for me, I wasn’t sure what he meant. Not having had much in the way of good surprises in my life, I had been anxious as he drove us further and further from Flagstaff. Pulling up at the parking lot for the Grand Canyon was surprising enough; booking a helicopter tour was something else entirely.
I’ve missed out on so much in my life. There are so many experiences I haven’t had. I haven’t traveled or seen the world. My education, although good, is not excellent. I’ve never ridden a bike or learned how to drive. I haven’t dated, kissed boys—willingly, anyway—or just been allowed a few moments of peace. I’ve never had a friend.
Trey is just as excited by the helicopter as I am, I can see it in the small smile gracing his full lips, the twinkle in his eyes, beard trembling with his laughter as he watches my joy.
I’ve noticed that about him; how much he watches me. It’s like he wants to commit everything to memory. He also likes to touch me as often as possible, like he wants to make sure I’m real. His words to me the other night come back, and I find myself going over them, testing them for truth.
Why you? Why not you? Remember when you told me that you see me? Well, I see you too, Rebecca. I see an avenging angel, a goddess. I know that I have done nothing in this life to deserve you. I am not a good man. I have lied and cheated and killed. I’m not good enough to kiss your feet, let alone be between your thighs. But I believe that you were made for me, that God led me directly to you. You are mine, Rebecca, and I’m keeping you.
Every time my mind plays back the words, a shiver courses through me. The bold statements, the finality of the “I’m keeping you.” I can find no lie, no untruths in what he says.I will never lie to you, Rebecca,he assured me.
But all I have known are lies. Deceptions. Trickeries. I want so much to trust him, to let him be my friend and lover, my hope in the darkness. My heart whispers,trust him, but my brain warns,caution.
I enjoy his company, I feel safe with him. My nightmares are kept at bay when I’m wrapped in his arms, and then there is that indescribable pull I feel towards him—like he is a piece of me that has been missing, and now I can be whole if I just allow it.
Between shopping trips, sightseeing excursions, and the mind-blowing orgasms he gives me, I can feel myself shutting off the cautions my mind whispers to me, leaning more towards the hope and depth of feelings my heart urges me to explore. I can feel them building, and if I let those walls down, I can only imagine the tsunami that will be waiting for me.
Whether it builds me up or destroys me, is something I’m currently pretending not to think about.
***
It’s been a couple of days since our trip to the Grand Canyon. I feel like everything is go go go, barely able to catch a breath. A trip to Target got me kitted out in all the clothes Trey deemed it necessary to get. With winter coming, and the uncertainty of where we’d be when it came, he wanted me to have everything I needed to stay warm and comfortable.
It was the first time in my life that I was able to choose clothes on my own, and I might have gone a little crazy. Jeans, soft sweaters, boots, and a warm jacket all got tossed in the cart, along with underwear, bras, nightshirts, and a couple of pairs of lingerie. You can guess who added those to the cart.
That out of the way, we checked into our vacation rental, stocked up on groceries, and then went hunting.
Not for deer or rabbit or anything else you might find in the woods. No, we went hunting cops. Trey’s been teaching me the finer points of stalking, and over the past few days, we’ve locked down Earl’s schedule.
He must not be the sharpest tool in the box; after Trey explained DNA to me, you would think that he’d run. Especially with the reports of a serial killer on the loose that targets pedophiles. Surely, he knows it’s me? That I will come for him? And yet, he shows up to work every day, stopping at Starbucks for his morning coffee on the way. He lives alone in a small duplex, and on his way home from work, stops to get takeout at three different places which he alternates between.
Trey wonders if it’s all too easy, if maybe Earl isn’t setting some kind of trap. I don’t know him as well as Rosalie did, but he never struck me as the intelligent type. Mean, sadistic, and an asshole? Absolutely. Smart? Not so much.
Tonight is the night, and I can’t stop being jittery with excitement. I’m bouncing around the small cabin like I’ve drunk numerous energy drinks, finally putting some music on and dancing. Throwing my hands in the air, I twist and swirl my hips, leaning my head back as the heavy bass thumps through me like a living heartbeat.
Strong hands circle my waist, pressing me against a broad chest. Tilting my head back against his shoulder, I lock eyes with him, a small smile playing at my lips.
“Hi,” I murmur up to him as he watches me with amusement.
“Hi baby,” he replies, dipping his head to mine and capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. “I love these moves of yours. What’s the occasion?”
