Chapter 36 #2
“No one knows for certain. Your mother only saw what she saw. But you were checked over in the hospital. You were visibly shaken and wouldn’t talk to anyone.
They said you appeared slightly malnourished and definitely in shock, but otherwise they didn’t see anything noteworthy.
The authorities guessed that your mom got to you just in time. ”
Her eyes are red and wet now. “The neighbors heard the gunshots and called the police, and your mother was arrested. She told your grandmother everything when she came to visit her. If you ask me, killing that son of a bitch where he stood was the one selfless thing your mother ever did for you, but your grandmother wasn’t so quick to forgive.
She informed your mother right there in the jail that she was petitioning for custody of you and that she’d be lucky to ever see you again.
I’ve never held that against your grandma.
But I do think that’s what made your mom give up on ever getting her life together.
Because she was found in her cell a few months later with her bed sheets around her neck.
“As for the remainder of your life, your grandparents took you home and loved you like there was no limit. Like the cows were never coming home and no fat lady would ever sing. Of course you know that.” Karla cracks a small, bittersweet smile.
“But what I’m not sure you do know is from then on, anytime there was a thunderstorm, you would get terrified.
You’d cry to the point of losing your breath.
If you were lucky enough to fall asleep, you’d wake yourself up screaming.
If one came at night, you’d end up in bed with your grandma.
Being with her calmed your tears, but sleep didn’t come until the storm passed. ”
I nod through my trembling; I do remember, that never had I slept through a thunderstorm before Wolf.
One question I’ve always had crops up from the crowd of thoughts in my head and raises its hand. “Do you know…” I speak slowly, letting my words come out carefully as I concentrate on keeping myself from falling apart. “Why they never got me help? They never took me to therapy or anything.”
“I think they were afraid of subjecting you to memories that would terrorize you. Your grandmother could tell that your inability to recall much was your own mind protecting you, and she thought she should leave it at that. I really think she thought in a therapist’s office you would be forced to dig those memories up, and they would terrorize you all over again.
” Karla presses her lips together, and her shoulders jerk with a sob.
“She couldn’t bear making you face that with how little you still were.
I guess she thought avoidance was best at that point. ”
I nod. My grandparents did everything to make a happy house , and when those dreaded storms came, they did everything to get me through them so we could go back to our cheerful way of living.
Tears of my own finally spring free as I draw in a steadying breath. “Maybe in hindsight they should’ve taken me to see someone at some later point, but they did good,” My voice wavers.
“They did good,” she repeats before wrapping me in a full hug.
We sit on the stools, arms wrapped tightly around each other, and I let out an occasional sniffle until my insides feel wrung out of all emotion. It feels both cleansing and like I’ve been dragged through hell and left to wither away.
By the time Karla leaves with one last parting hug, I feel hollow.
I’m not sure what to do with the information she provided, and yet I feel like I’ve already done everything I can with it.
Truly dealing with it is going to be a long-term affair, an explosive earthquake that’s sure to deliver aftershocks to come.
But for now, I get to be done. I don’t have to think about what Karla told me or let it wreak any more havoc than it already has.
As I come wandering back from the front door, it’s the exact moment Wolf comes in from the back.
His T-shirt clings to him thanks to the sweat of his labor, and he brings his forearm up to wipe more from his brow. As soon as he notices me padding into the living room, he stops short. “Are you all right?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.
The cathartic cry fest I just had with Karla has probably left my eyes puffy and my face pale, but I nod on a breathy sigh and walk closer to him. “Yeah.”
“What happened?” he asks, his hands coming to gently take hold of my arms.
“I’ll…” I try to speak, but I’m almost involuntarily drinking in his pheromones, his scent…
everything emanating off him. My skin comes tingling to life, and I’m all of a sudden aching for his touch.
It’s like my body is telling me what I need in this moment, and it’s him.
I need to be completely wrapped up, consumed, and taken to a completely different plane by Wolf.
“I’ll tell you in a little bit, I promise.
” My hands find the hem of his T-shirt and start dragging it up his body, revealing one inch of his abs at a time.
“But right now…” I lean in and kiss his chest, and he reaches behind him to tear his shirt the rest of the way off.
Placing my lips to his heated skin has me instantly craving more, and I keep kissing along his chest. “Right now, could you please fuck me?”
His breath seems to stall in his throat before he lets it out slowly. He takes hold of my face in his hands and kisses me, pulling away only to whisper. “Fuck you?”
I nod.
He kisses me again. “Right here?”
“Yes.”
“If that’s what you need, who am I to say no?” He swears and immediately reaches down for the hem of my sweatshirt, briskly pulling it off my body. His fingers pop the clasp of my bra, and it falls to the floor. His mouth is on my nipple, his tongue lapping over it, making me moan, loud and feral.
Wolf makes fast work of fumbling with his jeans and shucking them down as his mouth moves to my other breast, tongue swirling around the tip as I cry out, the pleasure flushing over my body in a delicious heat wave.
He steps out of his jeans before kicking them aside, and his arms are quickly back around me, his lips reclaim mine.
His hands find my ass and skim down the back of my leggings and panties, giving the bare flesh there a brutal squeeze that makes me buck against him.
He rips my bottoms from me in one go and lowers us to the living room floor. His mouth seeks and ravages every hill and valley of my body, not afraid to be rough. Reaching between us, he shoves two fingers inside me, working my pussy hard and keeping his rhythm steady.
I cry out in pleasure. “Yes,” I rasp out, my voice already hoarse as he continues to pump his fingers, his tongue taking swipes at my nipple and working his mouth up to my neck.
He brings me almost to the edge before climbing completely on top of me.
Taking hold of my head in both hands, he rakes his fingers into my hair before shoving his cock in fast and hard.
“Oh god!” I cry out at the intrusion, loving every ounce of pleasure and pain it brings with it.
“You like that?” he whispers against my lips and starts rocking in and out of me.
“Yes.” I nod, my voice feeble and yearning. “Harder…harder please…”
“Oh yeah,” he grunts, and the primal quality to his voice takes me higher, making me almost delirious as he pummels his cock inside me. “Just want to be fucked hard, huh?” he whispers before plunging his tongue in my mouth and picking up his pace.
That does it. The pleasure that’s been rapidly pooling in my core detonates, and the euphoric explosion rocks through my body, leaving me with no control of my limbs.
I writhe and jerk beneath my husband as he grunts with each thrust of his release.
I feel each spurt pump inside me before he slows his strokes.
When the last of the tremors ease, Wolf gives me his weight, offering that tight security to go with the relaxed and sated state of my body.
My limbs go slack as I decompress and snuggle against him.
Wolf places kisses across my cheek and over my lips, telling me he loves me, and the touch of his lips has me moving again, kissing him back.
A gentle excitement buzzes through my bloodstream.
Wolf looks back at me and grins. “Again?” he asks in a whisper.
I nod. “Can you?”
“You bet I can,” he affirms, attacking my mouth with his once again.