Thirty-Five #2
His face is pressing into the side of my neck, his movements slowing and hips stuttering as he comes inside me. He doesn’t stop pumping in and out of me, milking himself with my ass, and all it takes is one lick at my nipple to have me spilling my load between us.
He laughs into my shoulder, going slack on top of me. “Mmmm,” he says, licking at the pulse point of my neck.
“Mmm indeed,” I say. “I hope you know we’ll be doing that every day.”
His laugh is deep, tickling my skin, and he lifts his head, tracing my smile with his thumb. “You always find a way to add more to my to-do list, don’t you? Making sure to always keep me busy.”
“Is this you complaining?”
“No.” His lips lift higher. “This is me feeling closer to one hundred percent lucky.”
“It’s because you are. We both are.” We’ll be even closer soon too.
“Yeah.” He reaches behind him, pulling something from inside one of the nightstand drawers. I got something for you,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
“What is it?”
“Close your eyes and I’ll put it on you.”
I do as he says and something cold touching my chest and then wraps around my neck.
“Go ahead and look now.”
I open my eyes and look down, tugging on the heart hanging below my chin. “It’s beautiful. What’s it for?”
He strokes the back of my neck, placing a finger above where the necklace sits. “Just because. When I saw it, it made me think of you and it’s been a while since you’ve gotten something for being so good,”
“Has it been a while? I haven’t noticed.” Because everything I’ve had with him these last few weeks have felt like everything.
“It has.”
“Well if you say it has, then I believe you.” I crane my neck to reach his mouth better and he meets me halfway for a kiss.
“Thank you,” I say and he pecks my nose.
“You’re very welcome, sweet boy.”
Yeah, no way can I let Hayden ruin what we have. And I’m not going to. Logan said he missed his chance to stop him but I won’t miss mine.
As soon as I’m sure Logan’s asleep, I get dressed, and sneak out the door as quietly as I can.
I don’t put my shoes on until I’m outside, shivering as soon as the night’s frigid air hits me.
I look at his car, only opening it to grab the jacket I spot in the back seat.
I tug it on, closing the door and walking to the road.
I can’t drive where I’m going, and I won’t need a car once I get there anyway.
Not when I plan on being rescued from my abductor’s basement.
My feet ache,and my legs feel weak when I’m only halfway there.
Logan said where his dad lived now isn’t very far from us, and that Hayden’s been staying there with him.
They’ve both been watching over the farm for Hayden’s grandpa while he’s receiving treatment in a nursing home.
He isn’t able to care for the animals anymore, and I’m feeling bad for them as I get closer because they won’t be able to care for them much longer either.
I smile, picking up my pace when I have three miles to go, leaving my jacket in a ditch I pass by.
I lose my shirt next, tossing it in someone’s outside dumpster they have by the road, along with Logan’s running shoes.
I’m so close. Every part of my body is screaming in protest and pleading for me to stop, but I have to keep going.
I push myself harder, running out of breath, my chest burning when I finally reach the start of the driveway.
I definitely can’t stop now. It’s taking everything I have left in me not to collapse where I’m standing, but I can rest later.
I use everything around me to pull me closer when my legs start to give out.
I pause at the front door, looking in through the small glass window.
The house is dark. Not a single light is on.
I’ve had to live in the dark for so long that I move better in it than I do in the light.
I smile wider when the door opens. Gotta love people in the country.
So trusting. The crime rate is low around here and that’s because half of it goes unreported.
I step inside after getting my breathing under control, but my heart is beating so fast I can hear it around me as I quietly move further into the house.
I grab the door from behind me, clenching my teeth when I press it all the way shut.
I look behind me ,and when I’m certain the coast is clear, I walk to the living room, my nose curling up at the rotten food everywhere.
Stepping around all the mess on the floor, I walk down a long hallway and stop at the first open door.
Hayden and Logan’s dad are asleep in the bed, sleeping with their backs to each other.
Their eyes are closed and they’re both snoring so loud, I’m not sure it matters if I make any sound as I search around the room.
My foot kicks what I’ve been looking for as I turn from the bed.
With my eyes on the two sleeping men next to me, I bend down and pick up the phone and tap the screen, leaving the room quicker than I entered it when Logan’s mom’s face fills the screen.
I had to make sure it was the right phone.
Dialing 911, I don’t hit the call button until I’m back in the living room.
I clear my throat before a woman comes on the line and I whisper, making my voice raspy as I say, “I’d like to report a crime.”
“Who is this and where are you?”
“I rather not say who I am.”
“Are you safe?” she asks, typing away at her keyboard.
“Yeah, but I don’t know for how long. He’s crazy. He hurt that guy down there and might hurt me too.”
“Who hurt who?” she presses
“Look, I can’t talk anymore. Please just get here as soon as you can.”
“Can you tell me where here is?”
“Can’t you trace the call? There’s no time. I have to go now. He’s got a gun.”
“Sir, wait. Please try to stay on the line with me. Can you get out of the house and to a safe place?”
“There’s a guy in the basement. The guy all over the news. He’s been missing. Please hurry. I can’t do this anymore.”
I hang up the phone before she can respond again, and I wipe it with a blanket lying on the couch behind me, tossing it onto the coffee table before heading to the basement.
It’s as bad as I pictured it being. It’s dark and cold, reeking of mildew.
Random tools are scattered on the floor, and I use a bravado knife to cut holes in my pants, ripping harder at the seams to make it look more natural.
I leave gashes on my arms next, smearing the blood on my legs and face.
My skin stings and I’m getting lightheaded.
They’re coming soon. I have to make it more believable before they do.
I can’t pass out now. As soon as my eyes land on some rope, I use it to tie my ankles and then create a slipknot with another piece on the ground and slide it up my wrists, When I feel it’s tight enough, I use my fingers to tighten the ends as best I can.
I lie on my side, closing my eyes, and I play the last scene of Water For Elephants Logan read to me in my mind as I wait.