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Brushing my hands off, I get to the bedroom and the smell of her still lingers in the air. My hard cock throbs behind my zipper at being this close to her, smelling her. I stare transfixed at the spot I know she was sitting in and quickly drop down to the mattress beside it. Leaning over, I inhale her lingering scent and can’t help but to rub myself through my jeans. She’s so close. Yet, too far away.
Walking to the bathroom door my heart beats wildly. Opening it, I quietly squeeze inside and close it not wanting the draft to give away my presence. A thick blanket of steam fills the small space. The gray shower curtain hides me from view but nothing can stop the mental image of her wet naked body completely lathered in soap.
A quick glance at her discarded clothes on the floor, I vision draping her legs over my shoulders and eating her soaking wet pussy until she creams all over me screaming my name. Stalking closer to the shower, my hand trembles against the heavy fabric of the curtain that keeps me from looking at what’s mine. I could pull it back and take her. Right here, right now, I could make her mine. Pulling my hand back, I shake my head. All in good time.
Spotting her panties within her pile of clothes, I bring them to my nose wanting to ingrain the scent into my memory. My eyes nearly roll back in my head, my control threatening to snap. Fisting her panties, I try to take a deep breath and slowly exhale to regain my senses.
Pocketing her underwear, my eyes catch sight of her toiletries scattered about on the sink. A plastic package of pills sitting next to a cup makes me pause. A smile plays at my lips. My throbbing cock jerks thinking about her round pregnant belly carrying my baby. Images of Hailey feeding our bundle of joy from her large leaking breasts is almost too much. I long to see the perfect mix of us, something we created, almost as badly as I crave her.
The water shutting off snaps me back to reality. I dart out of the bathroom and am closing the door, just as she’s shoving the curtain open. Knowing I should go, I just can’t bring myself to leave my sweet girl alone just yet. Easing to the floor, I scoot beneath the bed. It won’t be comfortable but I’ll sacrifice comfort for knowing that I’m in the mere presence of my angel. Her soft feet patter quietly across the old wood floors when she leaves the bathroom. Annoyance flits through me at seeing her bare feet touching the cold floors. She shouldn’t have left the bathroom without socks. If I was in the bathroom with her, I would have kissed her delicate feet before rubbing them down with lotion. I would have slipped thick wool socks over them to protect them against the chill. Another sign that she needs me. I can’t wait to finally get to take care of her like I’ve dreamed of doing for so long.
The light suddenly turns off and the bed groans under her movements as she climbs in for the night. My cock is so painfully hard for her right now. Thoughts of her in the shower, her pregnant, her addicting scent that coats the room consume every one of my senses. Not being able to resist any longer, I unzip my jeans and pull out my achingly hard member, stroking myself at the thought of my girl being so close.
Poor thing is tired because it’s not too long before the sound of her soft snoring tells me she’s already passed smooth out. With slow and steady movements, I quietly ease out from under the bed. Stroking my leaking cock, I stare down at the beautiful creature before me. Her hair splayed out over the pillow, her long eyelashes fluttering lightly as if she’s already dreaming. Those sweet pouty lips slightly parted.
Running my finger over the head of my cock, I gather my precum and gently bring it to her soft lips. My hands tremble wanting nothing more to shove my finger into her mouth and make her clean my taste off. But instead, I paint myself across her lips with a feather light touch. Smirking, knowing she’ll wake up in the morning with the taste of me on her lips and tongue, I tuck my still hard cock away. Everything in me screams to crawl into bed with her but I know I need to leave before I ruin my plans.
Hailey
Stumbling to the kitchen, I grip my robe tighter around me to ward off the morning chill. Making my way to the coffee maker, I stumble to a stop. Cocking my head to the side, my stomach sinks as I stare at the coffee cup that now sits beside the coffee maker.
I didn’t set one out yesterday when I got here. My pulse starts to race. Was it already sitting there when I came in? Puzzled, I stare at it as if it holds all of my answers. Slowly, my eyes scan the rest of the counter top. Nothing else seems out of place.
Stop it Hailey, just stop.
Sighing, I walk to the front door eager to drink my coffee watching the peaceful wilderness from the porch but the door and the deadbolt are unlocked.The door is unlocked.I know I locked it… didn’t I? My pulse races while my mind goes through the mental checklist of all the things I did last night. I don’t remember whether or not I went back to lock the door. Maybe I didn’t?
Taking a seat in an old dusty rocking chair on the front porch, the fresh air immediately calms my nerves. I should be relaxed out here surrounded by nothing but wilderness for miles but still I remain jumpy. Maybe if I give myself enough time to adjust, it will get better. I’ve been under a lot of stress so maybe all I need is an adjustment period.
Scanning the trees, I make out a path that disappears into the woods. As if the weather wants to rain on my parade at the happy thought of possibly taking a hike, I sigh at the darkening clouds. Looks like I won’t be going anywhere today. Just as I make it back inside, the sky opens up and the cold rain starts coming down hard. Work it is then.
CHAPTER SIX
HAILEY
Tossingandturninginbed, I stare blankly up at the ceiling. Shoving the heavy comforter down to my feet, my fingers skim my inner thigh. My long tee shirt rides up higher on my thighs as I slide my fingers inside my panties. Eyes closed, my other hand kneads my breast thinking of a muscular form hovering above me. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp tug earning a gasp from me. Working my clit in small circles, I imagine his large rough hand between my thighs as his lips trail wet kisses along my skin. Dragging my fingers down to my wet hole, I work two of them inside pushing them in and out. I quickly grow hotter. Wetter. Gathering up some of my juices, I raise it to my clit working it faster as I pull and squeeze my breast with my other hand. Fuck, I’m already so close. My back arches when I plunge my fingers back into my wet heat.
A creak of the floorboards has me shooting upright, I stare at the bedroom door that’s slightly ajar. Wasn’t that shut before?
Easing out of bed, my body trembles as I make my way to the door. This is how it always happens in the movies. The dumb chick always has to go look. Fuck my life, I’m so over it. I’m totally getting murdered because yeah, I have to know. I’d never be able to sleep if I don’t.
Tip toeing to the door, I twist the knob, my pulse beating wildly through my ears.
Closing my eyes, I release a slow but shaky breath.Please no stabby, stabby murdering masked guy hiding on the other side.Flinging the door open, the light from the fireplace shows nothing but the dark and empty space.
A laugh escapes me as I shake my head. It’s an old cabin. The floorboards are going to creak and settle, especially with weather changes. If I don’t learn to relax, I’m going to spend the whole time I’m here stressed the fuck out. Chastising myself, I climb back into bed as the loss of adrenaline leaves me spent. At least there wasn’t a masked murderer, so there’s that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HAILEY
Agroanpullsmeout of sleep. Startled, I sit up and listen for the sound. Another breathy groan comes from somewhere nearby. The light from the fire has dwindled but I can make out enough that I don’t see anything by my bed.
The floor beneath my bed creaks and alarm bells starts ringing violently in my head. My breathing picks up and my hands tremble with fear. Reaching over to the nightstand, I get my phone and turn the flashlight on. With shaking hands, I ease over the side of the bed.
“No one’s there. You’re just imagining things again. No one’s there. No one’s there.”I chant loudly to myself.
Gathering up the remaining courage, I flash the light under my bed. When two dark eyes meet mine, I can’t contain the blood curdling scream that explodes from my lungs. Losing my balance, I topple over the side with a thud. The eyes meet mine just as he reaches his hand out to grab me. Crab walking backwards in terror, my back hits the wall. The large form starts scooting out from underneath my bed. Panic surges through and I see my phone on the floor in between us. Diving for it, I jump to my feet and dash through the door. My heart pounds loudly as I choke back a sob. Tears threaten to fall knowing I have to stop to open the front door.
