Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
PIERCE
Idebate if I should stop her. I hear the shower come on.
She's been in there for ten minutes now.
I walk over to one of the windows to see for myself.
Out of the bathroom window you can step onto the flat roof on that part of the house.
I watch as Katherine tries to throw a bag up, but she misses, and it comes back down, hitting her on the top of the head.
She shakes it off. The knitted hat with cat ears she’s wearing must have cushioned the blow. I watch as they hiss hushed words at each other before Katherine throws the bag again. There better be pants and shoes in the bag, or I'm stopping this escape plan.
Thankfully, there are. I watch as Tinsley puts them on while Katherine waves a man over who I think is Brandon's husband.
I introduced myself around last night, trying to remember as many people as I could.
A few words with people in greeting and a name exchange can go a long way.
Tinsley is so interwoven in this town, and I want to start weaving myself into the mix as well.
The rugged man brings over a short ladder. They pulled that plan together quickly. It’s not surprising. Those two have a special connection and a way of improvising on the fly. It’s pretty impressive how well they know each other.
Tinsley easily gets down the ladder. I can tell this is not her first rodeo when it comes to making an escape. This is a small town, so I'm not sure where she thinks she's sneaking off to. I smile, anticipating the ride she’s going to take me on today.
I pop the lock to the bathroom and grab my phone off of the sink where she left it.
I'd shared her location with myself last night and then deleted the evidence so she wouldn't be any the wiser.
I have no guilt over it. Tinsley is an adorably crafty woman, and I'm going to have to always be a few steps ahead.
The thought makes me smile. It's been a long time since I've had a thrill over anything.
She's brought back this spark of life inside of me.
One that burns deep, and I know without it there would only be endless cold.
There is no going back, and I'm all in. That means more plans need to be made, and that also means Biff is going to have hell rain down on him if he thinks he's going to dim my wife's light in any way.
I take my phone, go back to my bed, lie down, and pull my cock free from my sweatpants. I flick through a few of the pictures I'd taken last night and a few she'd taken of us together. She might have been drunk, but you can't fake the happiness that poured from her as we got married.
My spitfire was hurrying Hollis along to get to the part where I vowed to honor and obey her. Then, she crossed her fingers when she agreed to the obey part, which I didn't protest. Half the fun with my new wife is her not obeying anything and making up her own rules as she goes.
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to stroke myself, picturing her straddling me with her tits swaying, begging for my mouth. It was a fight not to sit up and suck one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. I had to put my hands behind my head to stop myself.
My mind goes to the thin rosy pink panties she had been wearing.
They even matched her fucking hair. I imagine yanking them to the side to reveal her creamy pink slit.
Fire flicks up my spine as I picture my face burrowed between her legs, her sweet taste filling my mouth as I make her come against my face.
She’s turned into a docile little kitten under me, and I stopped fighting the urge I have to defile that sweet, na?ve innocence that lingers around her. Oh, it’s there. You only have to scratch the surface to see it, all those blushes and small gasps that come from her revealing it more.
Tinsley would take it as I stuffed her untouched pussy full of my cock as she pleaded with me that it was too much, but her body would still be begging for me.
I stroke my cock a little faster, imagining her chanting my name over and over again as I came inside of her.
Tinsley's pussy would lock down around my cock, greedily taking every drop I gave her before I flipped her over onto her knees and did it all over again, easily moving her around like my own little doll to do whatever I want to with.
“Tinsley,” I groan as my balls draw up tight and I begin to come. My release is shooting out all over my stomach. “Fuck.” I let out a long, deep breath. I’m still on edge, but I think that’s going to be the case until I fully claim Tinsley as my own.
She might be bossy and have a smart mouth that takes no shit from anyone, but I know she wants to be dominated.
She showed me that much last night. Anytime I did move her around like a doll or issue an order, her eyes would light with a fire, and she’d push the line, wanting to get a reaction from me.
Oh, she’s gotten one, and I think it’s far more than she ever anticipated. I get up, my wasted release drying on me, and head to the shower to do it all over again. When I step out, I stare down at my cock, which is still hard. If I go for another round, I'm going to end up fucking my dick raw.
I ignore it the best I can. There is only one way it might go down, and Tinsley holds that cure in the palm of her hands. Hell, those small hands have a hold on every single part of me.
I need to keep in mind how tiny she is. Before now, I'd never given my size much thought, but it will be a fight to work my cock inside of her. Still, I know that perfect body of hers was made for me. I'll go slow even if it kills me.
Really, I just need to get her ready for me. Eat her cunt until she is soaking wet for me, working my fingers in and out of her.
"Fuck," I say, running my hand down my face to stop that train of thought. It's not helping my dick go down, and I've got shit that needs to be done and a wife that is all but begging me to chase after her. In due time, my little spitfire. First, I need to check on a few things.
I fire up my laptop and see I have a few email responses, one being from the Bilton Estate.
The Bilton Estate has expressed their interest in proceeding with the investment.
They even ask me to consider investing as well.
After reviewing a pile of numbers predicting the potential profits from this ski resort, I can see why they are so interested in this project.
The profit they stand to gain is astronomical.
Not only that, they say if I go forward with them, they’ll push Biff out altogether. This motherfucker put this on their map, and now they are salivating over it. I can’t blame them if the numbers are right.
I’ll have to find another way to dissuade them, and I have an idea.
If this plays out, I could end up protecting New Hope for the foreseeable future.
But as I go back through the numbers and growth, I see that New Hope is starting to burst at the seams themselves.
Do they have plans for that? Is there any strategy in place to address their continued growth?
The town might be small, but if the people here are staying, the population will keep growing even without new people moving here. The rate of people leaving is very low compared to the growing population. There is a big picture here that needs to be considered.
I pull a few sheets to highlight and send off an email to Hollis and loop him into a few others. When I glance back at the time, I see two hours have passed. I check my girl's location and see that she's at Katherine's house.
I debate my next move. It's not easy. My wife is tricky, and I too want to keep her on her toes. When a knock sounds at my door, I open it to see a man standing there in a red flannel shirt. He's about my height, his face hard and pissed off.
A new plan dropping right into my lap. If I make it out of here alive.