I took his cock into my hands, smearing the pre-cum on its head, but when Lake’s hands came to my hips, lifting me, turning me over onto my hands and knees, I resisted.
“No. I want you to kiss me. Please Lake, kiss me.”
Without a word, his body fell heavy on top of me and his mouth once against crushed against mine. All the while, he shoved my jeans farther down my legs until he could position himself between them. He pulled back a little, his breathing hard as he lined his cock against my entrance. I reached to pull him back down. I wanted him to kiss me again, I wanted him, needed him, not to stop kissing me. But he held me down and watched as he thrust once, deep and hard, into my pussy.
“Ah. Again.”
He didn’t speak, only watched me while pulling out then driving into me again. “You like it like this, don’t you, Lily,” he said, kissing me again between words. “You like it when I fuck you hard. When I make it hurt.”
I could only groan, holding onto him, lifting my mouth to his when he pulled away. The heat between us had me sweating even in the cold morning air. When I felt the slight change in rhythm, the thickening of his cock, I knew he was close, and when he gripped a handful of hair and forced my face up to his, I looked up at him watching me, watching me as he fucked me, watching me bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as I came. His fist in my hair only tightened when, with an almost animal sound, he, too, came, burying his cock as wave after wave of pleasure sent his seed deep inside me.
Chapter 16
He never imagined it would ever come to it, but Lake walked the perimeter. It felt good to have the M4 back in his hands again, even with the ghosts it brought back. The M4 was a chance, a choice, and maybe, just maybe, survival.
Down the last two hundred meters of the driveway he looked for fresh tracks, knowing that if he was lucky, the only two sets of tracks he’d find should be the fresh ones from his truck, and the old ones from the propane delivery he’d had a couple weeks before bringing Lily up there.
His luck had held.
Taking a right off the driveway, he plunged deep into the brush, then turned and dropped prone, scanning the driveway through his sight. If someone was going to move on the house, they’d do it now. If someone was there.
Randall was rattled, that much was clear. The rage Lake had heard in the drug dealer’s voice said one thing above all — frustration.
The bastard still didn’t have a fix on them.
True… until it isn’t.
They still had time, but there was no way of knowing how much. The cabin was essentially off the grid. No power connection, no water connection, the driveway not marked on any map. It had, decades ago, been a hunting lodge, nothing more than a shack in which to get out of the snow for a few hours.
But it was a shack only his family knew about. An ideal fallback position. He never thought he’d actually need it.
Tracking along through the forest, he kept to a ridge line that had been thinned when Lake was still a young boy. It had filled in again somewhat, but the canopy had only grown healthier since then, leaving the understory little sunlight to work with. Consequently, the sight lines were quite good down the ravine. He didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to approach the house from such an obvious direction, but he knew paid goons weren’t renowned for their intellect either.
DeSalvo wouldn’t be that dumb.
Lake cut back to the north, the cabin to his south directly between him and the driveway. The terrain there was rocky, the brush much thicker, fit only for elk — and the suicidal. The ridgeline formed a long arc that encircled the cabin on three sides, leaving open only the gentle slope to the south from which the driveway approached. He hadn’t realized it until he’d had the cabin built — they’d always hunted to the south as kids — but it had been a welcome discovery, making the site that much more defensible.
He took a knee at a game trail he knew led south, back to the cabin. The trail terminated at a sunken area at the edge of the ridge, a giant fallen log lying across the southeastern stretch providing good cover from anyone approaching from the direction of the cabin. It would have to do.
Skirting around to the eastern side of the cabin, he humped it as far as the brush let him, only turning back when the ridge disappeared into impenetrable brambles and fallen trees about 150 meters east of the cabin. Too close for comfort, but it was also the least likely avenue of approach.
Moving directly west, he came out on the driveway a hundred meters from the cabin. The terrain was exactly as he’d remembered it — far from perfect for bottlenecking any approaches, but better than it could’ve been. He had all the advantages — except the advantage of time.
Good enough.
As he double-timed it along the driveway back toward the cabin, he brought the carbine up, checking both sides through his sight. He didn’t expect to find anyone, but he needed to know how many seconds he’d have for an enemy approach once Randall’s men zeroed in.
He made it to the cabin far quicker than he liked.
It was time to get Lily ready too.
* * *
Lake found her standing at the window as he opened her door, the light from the hazy sunshine rendering her form into muted grays and whites. She hugged herself tight, turning to him, a question in her gaze. He’d decided not to bind her wrists this time. Lily needed a chance to behave on her own.
Relief flowed through him to find her safe and in her room, exactly where he’d left her.
The instruction with the pistol had been a test. He honestly hadn’t been positive she wouldn’t train the pistol on him and try to shoot him.
The blanks he’d loaded in the clip had allowed him to take that chance. Now, it would be another test for his wayward, beautiful prisoner.
“We’re going for a walk.” He extended a hand toward her. “Come on.”
“A walk? Like outside?”
He nodded at her, beckoning her with his hand. “Daylight’s wasting.”
Lily froze for a moment, her gaze meeting his, and he saw something in those gorgeous eyes he realized he didn’t like seeing anymore.
Fear.
“Jesus Christ, Lily, I’m not going to hurt you. But you need to see something. It’s important.”
“Why can’t you just tell me?” She brushed a lock of dark hair away from her eyes.
“You’re gonna have to trust me on that. It’ll make sense.” He took a step toward her. “Time to go.”
He stood aside as Lily slipped by him, then paused, just inside the doorway. She glanced up at him, and he touched her cheek.
“Lake… I’m afraid.”
He pulled her into his arms, and she clung to him tightly, a surprising strength in her limbs. He spoke into the softness of her hair.
“I know you’re scared, Lily. We’re doing this so you won’t be afraid anymore. Pay attention and follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”
He tried to ignore his reluctance to release her from his embrace. Where once she’d have done anything to avoid being near him, now… it was something quite different.
Lake followed her out to the porch, and she blinked at the brightness of the light.
“Follow me, Lily.”
He made for the game trail, stopping after a few steps into the brush and looking back to make sure she still followed.
Her slim form hung back at the edge of the forest, as if she feared losing sight of the sanctuary and light of the cabin property. He didn’t blame her one bit.
“Come on, Lily. It’s safe, but you need to follow me.”
He led her into the forest, the shadows swallowing them up, the air cooler under the thick canopy. There’d been a time he wouldn’t have trusted her to follow him a single step, but he hoped she would feel more secure with an open route back to the cabin.
Leading her to the sunken area behind the fallen log, he turned to her.
“Did you pay attention to how you got back here?”
Lily looked up. “I don’t… where the hell are we?”
“About a hundred meters from the cabin.” Lake kicked the hulk of the log. “Remember this. This is your rally point. Got it?”
“No. I have no clue what that even is.”
Lake sighed. “If… something happens. This is where you go. This is where we meet up again if we’re separated.”
“I don’t… is something going to happen?” Lily’s eyes went wide, and she looked back toward the house. “You don’t think he knows about this place, do you?”
“I have no idea, but Randall knows enough. This is just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
Lake crouched down behind the log, pulling out the bag hidden beneath the hulk. It was a padded, camouflaged gun case. He drew the zipper down and pulled the shotgun from inside.
“Jesus Christ.” Lily backed up a step.
“Relax.” He held up the gun. “Take this.”
“W-why? I know — you showed me the pistol.”
“A pistol’s great for the cabin, but it’s gonna be practically useless to you out here.”
He dropped the case to the ground, holding the gun up for her. “Take it. You need to get used to handling this.”
“That thing will knock me over.” She crossed her arms over her chest, but took a step closer. “I can’t use this.”