Chapter Two #2
“Okay kiddo. It’s time to get more work done,” she said to her baby. And then she headed to the chicken coop.
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It was dark and horribly windy when three nights later Jenna crawled into bed. Since she’d started looking after Sam's place in addition to her own, she’d grown tired from the punishing routine.
Heck, who was she kidding? She had been tired since Tim had gotten sick with lung cancer and then died so fast, which made her wonder, would she ever feel normal again?
Then she remembered the pregnancy brochures her nurse practitioner had given her. She’d read that during the first trimester a woman experienced fatigue due to all the changes her body created to support the developing baby. Her body was also producing a new organ, the placenta.
So yeah, no wonder she was tired.
Working with her horses all day and visiting Sam’s place, twice a day, caring for his horses, chickens, and the dog, making sure all were well watered and fed and safely in the barn every evening before returning to her place to do her own chores and bringing her horses into her barn each night.
Sam had mentioned he would leave his contact information, but Jenna hadn’t been able to find anything except the local lawyer’s number on the fridge. She figured he must have forgotten, and she hoped he was okay.
As the wind snapped against the old glass panes, and rattled the ancient shingles on her roof, she couldn’t help but smile as she realized no morning sickness today.
Earlier, she’d even whipped up a grilled cheese sandwich, fried up some potatoes, and had a small bowl of green bean salad and her tummy felt okay.
Maybe she’d finally turned a corner where morning sickness was concerned?
God, she hoped so. Feeling queasy all the time had been no picnic. And oddly enough, despite feeling tired, she felt better than she had in weeks and she felt like…masturbating.
Jenna chuckled.
Have mercy, she hadn’t masturbated in so long. She couldn’t remember the last time she had.
Suddenly she felt aroused and hot. Way too hot.
Her body grew tight as she thought about touching herself.
Should she? Or should she just try to fall asleep?
Her composure weakened as she considered the appeal of relinquishing control.
It had been quite some time since she had engaged in any form of self pleasure, but it was late and she really should get some sleep.
She closed her eyes and made a conscious effort to steady her increasingly rapid breathing.
But she was losing her fight fast as the idea of pleasuring herself mounted.
Her ex-fiancé, Axel, suddenly popped into her mind.
Oh yes, he’d been quite the lover. Quite well-hung too.
She closed her eyes and reached beneath the sheet covering her. She was naked as it was too hot for a nightie with the windows closed.
Her bedside lamp flickered for a moment causing just the slightest hesitation, but thankfully it stayed on.
The glow of light cast long shadows across the walls of her bedroom and the humid air smelled faintly of the lit vanilla-scented candles she’d set on a nearby shelf and now she could smell her own arousal too.
Excitement snapped through her and she traced her fingers over her tummy with slow, deliberate circles dipping lower and lower with teasing anticipation. The pads of her fingertips brushed her skin like velvet and then gently danced over the curls embracing her pussy.
She began to imagine Axel being here and found herself smiling as she remembered that sometimes when he made love to her he’d smell faintly of grease or gasoline because of his work at his dad’s garage. It didn’t matter how he’d smelled when he came to her, because she loved all his scents.
She remembered how his shoulder length dark brown hair would feel so feathery beneath her fingertips when she’d run her fingers through his hair. How his sparkling brown eyes would gaze down at her naked body with appreciation and flickered with excitement as he slowly climbed onto the bed.
She loved the dark shadow of stubble that stretched across his chin, his cheeks, and upper lips. Such a raw, sexy man.
He had been her man.
She bit her lower lip, stifling a moan as the bed shifted beneath his weight and her man loomed over her.
His chest was so wide and muscular, his shoulders loaded with muscles.
He was a big man, and she always wondered why he never crushed her beneath his weight.
Instead, he always touched her just right.
Jenna arched her back as her fingers circled upward, touching her breasts. Her thumbs flicked tenderly over her sensitive nipples, which swiftly hardened beneath her touches.
Her breaths came quicker when she felt the rough scrape of his stubble against her breasts as he slurped a nipple into his hot mouth. The tender way he’d suck on first one and then the other one, always brought an arrow of need and warm cream coursing deep into her vagina.
Lube, he’d joke.
Then he’d suck harder and twist her nipple with his teeth bringing shards of pleasure pain until she creamed even more.
She could hear the echo of his voice, the lust-drenched growls in her ear as he asked her if she liked what he was doing to her.
She always loved what he did to her. Heck, he played her like she was a musical instrument, wrenching moans, and whimpers from deep inside of her chest. The sounds always surprised her because she never knew she could make such noises beneath his touches.
“You’ll always belong to me, baby doll. We’ll always be together because I love you so much,” he’d say into her ear.
And she’d believed him with her whole heart.
A sting of emotion zipped through her and she pushed it away, remembering how it had been before he’d been shipped off to prison.
The naughty way his calloused hands would grip her wrists and pin them above her head, his voice a dark growl in her ear.
“Always remember, babydoll. You’re mine.”
The memory of those words; the sweet way he said babydoll, his endearing nickname for her and the intoxicating way he’d say you’re mine sent a jolt of heat searing straight into her core.
She could still hear the echo of his voice, the way it roughened when he pressed his cockhead into her. The way he’d curse under his breath when her vagina tightened around him.
“Yeah, Jenna… just like that,” he’d say.
Jenna’s breath hitched as she slipped two fingers past her swollen lips and into her vagina. She was already soaked. Dripping from the pleasure she was creating.
She brushed her fingertips against her clit which made her hips jerk and her thighs tremble. She imagined it was Axel touching her, his fingers parting her folds, his thumb pressing down on her clitoris just hard enough to make her gasp.
She began to rub in earnest, her fingers slick with her own arousal, sliding easily over her clit before dipping lower into her vagina to collect her juices.
She could almost taste Axel. Could almost taste the salt of his skin as she licked his face and kissed him when he came down on her. Could smell the musky scent of his sweat and the intoxicating way his cockhead throbbed just inside her vagina before he’d push further into her.
First, his mouth would crash down on hers as he shoved her back onto the bed.
His weight would pin her, his thighs forcing hers apart, his cock, thick, veiny, and so perfect as it slid deep inside with one brutal thrust. She’d cry out her arousal.
He’d swallow the sounds and his powerful hips would snap against hers with a rhythm that left her breathless.
"You miss this, don’t you. Miss the way I make love to you, like you’re mine," Axel’s taunt whispered like a phantom in her ear, almost as if he were here.
Jenna’s fingers plunged deeper, her fingers rubbing her clit as she chased the fantasy.
She could see him, his dark hair damp with his sweat, his shoulder muscles bulging as held himself over her while he pistoned his shaft into her.
He was always gentle at first. That’s when he was torturously slow, but as his arousal grew, a dominating edge would grow in him.
A possessive hunger that made her feel like he owned her.
Yes, she’d loved that feeling of being owned by him. She’d loved the way he’d lick her lips as he kissed her. The erotic way his tongue darted in and out of her mouth like it was a miniature cock.
Her breaths came in gasps now as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her pussy. The fingers of her other hand twisted a nipple, back and forth, hard enough to border on pain.
As she gyrated, the bed creaked beneath her, the sounds lost in the gusts of the howling wind outside.
She was getting closer. She could feel her arousal increasing. It was coming.
Her back bowed off the mattress as her need for release grew and grew. She moaned as her vaginal muscles clenched and then she was exploding, an orgasm crashing over her like the ocean surf. Her vagina sucked on her fingers and her clit throbbed with exquisite pulses.
A broken cry tore from her throat, her body convulsing as wave after wave of spasms wracked through her. She rode them fast and furious until she was soaring inside the pleasure.
Oh, yes, it was so good. So wonderful. She tried to stay in it, but slowly ever so slowly, her pleasure ebbed and her fingers softened her thrusts as the last tremors faded, leaving her weary and breathless, her skin slick with sweat.
For a long moment, she lay there, her chest heaving, her mind clinging to the ghost of Axel. The fantasy of him lingered, even as reality seeped back in. The wind outside, the empty space beside her in the bed.
Her husband was dead.
Axel was in prison.
Reality sucked.
But then she remembered her baby and all the sadness slipped away and her heart burst with love.
Time for sleep. Her baby needed rest.
She exhaled shakily and withdrew her fingers from her pussy.
Jenna blew out the nearby candles, switched off the bedside lamp, rolled onto her side, and pulled the sheets up to her chin as if they could shield her from the ache that settled in her chest. It had been years since she’d seen Axel and she still missed him like crazy.
No, you can’t miss him. No, you don’t miss him.
But as she was drifting off to sleep, she was grateful she hadn’t thought about her late husband. She pushed a pop-up thought of Tim away.
Then she heard a taunting whisper in the back of her mind.
Yes, you do miss Axel.
She fell asleep and dreamed about Axel. About the night he’d proposed.
He’d done it on the night before her twenty-first birthday. Gosh, she had been so excited to be engaged to him. He’d been the man of her dreams.
Strong. Well-hung. A real nice guy, but he did have a temper when it came to bullies and that weakness got him into trouble. Had gotten him into serious trouble.
They’d planned on a June wedding, a year into the future. She’d wanted to get married to the love of her life on her birthday and he’d agreed, stating the day couldn’t come soon enough for him because he wanted lots of kids. Just like she did.
It would have been the best birthday present ever...but things had changed so suddenly, so horrendously.
Jenna awoke with a start, her heart jumping against her chest. Fear smashed away the grogginess of sleep and something deep in the back of her mind warned her something was wrong and that’s why she’d awoken so abruptly.
She lay still and opened her eyes, staring in confusion at her illuminated clock.
Three a.m. on the dot.
She’d been asleep six solid hours. It was dark and the wind continued to pummel her house and blast against the lone bedroom window just as it had when she’d gone to bed.
A rumble drifted through the air.
Thunder? She wasn’t quite sure what it might be, but panic washed over her in one giant wave sending icy goosebumps slithering up and down her spine.
She began to shake as she focused a stare on the window. She’d drawn the curtains before climbing into bed last night, but she could see lightning flashing.
No, not lightning.
Headlights from a vehicle, which meant someone was here.
Who would be coming here at this hour? No one had ever come to her place in the dead of night.
Could it be Ginny? Had her baby sister decided to come back, despite her note saying she wasn’t returning any time soon and that she’d get in touch?
A split second of relief burst through her that maybe she had come back, but just as quickly it disappeared.
Ginny would have called and let her know she was on her way in.
No. Someone was here, and a premonition told her the intruder meant her harm.
Terror exploded like dynamite through her and in a split second, she was out of bed and racing into the hallway.
She screamed as her bedroom window smashed, shards of glass shattering all over her hardwood floor.
A squeal of tires followed, and she knew the vehicle was racing out of her parking lot.