“I’m so sorry, Hal. You and your brothers must have been furious and felt betrayed.”
“She said it was her body and she didn’t want a child to ruin her figure and her social life. It was in those moments that we finally realized how wrong she was for us. We didn’t know why we let it go on for so long. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”
She leaned back to look up into his eyes. She could see it still hurt to talk about it.
“Is this why you three spoke so much about trust?”
He nodded. “We have some fears of our own, as you probably figured out by now. Jake is already so overprotective of you. Billy is the same.”
“And you?” she asked, giving him a smile.
He moved his hand up between them and caressed her breast.
“Hal.” She looked around to be sure that no one saw his move.
He chuckled. “These are mine now. I can play with them whenever I want.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. In fact let’s grab your bike and get back to your place. I think I need some cuddling time with you in your bed before I go to work.”
She chuckled as he gripped her hand and pulled her along with him. She felt all giddy and excited inside. She was happy with Hal, Billy, and Jake. She wanted to hold on to this moment and sensation for as long as it lasted. Maybe everything would work out for the four of them after all?
* * * *
The moment the front door closed, Hal lifted Michaela up into his arms, causing her to drop her bag with the book in it. He didn’t care, and neither did she as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back. He pressed her against the wall at the bottom of the stairs and pulled from her mouth.
“Bedroom or right here?” he asked her.
“You’re in charge.”
“That I am.” He reached for the hem of her blouse and tank pulling it up off of her and onto the floor. Her pretty pink polka-dot bra was a great contrast to her olive skin. “I love all these pretty bras you have, baby, but I prefer you naked.”
He undid the clip, and the bra fell to the bend of her elbows as he cupped both breasts and feasted on them. He used his hips to secure her against the wall. She tilted her head back and thrust her hips and breasts forward.
He nipped one hard little nipple and then swirled his tongue around the areola as she moaned.
“Fuck. I need inside you now.”
“Yes. Yes, now.”
He pulled back and she grabbed at his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He grabbed her hips and carried her upstairs as she licked and nibbled along his chest, shoulder, and neck. As her teeth pressed harder at a sensitive spot, he felt his cock thicken under his jeans.
He dropped her a few inches above the bed and grabbed for the zipper to her jean shorts, pulling them down roughly. Her eyes were glazed over with passion as he made quick work with his fingers to divest her then him of their clothing. But as he pushed down his pants, stepped out of them, and bent over, Michaela slid off the bed to the floor and reached for his balls and cock.
“Oh, sweet mother, don’t. Please, Michaela, I can’t.”
She looked up at him with such a heated aroused expression. Their little inexperienced minx was looking to explore him.
“I want to taste you. Please you.” She pressed her cheek against his cock as she stroked it. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair as he held her gaze.
“You do please me. More than anything in my life, ever.”
She smiled softly and then opened her mouth and pulled his cock between her lips.
Hal couldn’t hold back the moan or the fire that burned inside of him.
“Fuck, baby, that mouth of yours is incredible.” He held her face and hand as she bobbed her head slowly up and down on his shaft.
He was trying so hard not to come inside of her mouth. He needed to possess her, fuck her deeply, and conquer these fears and insecurities he had after talking about Lisa.
When Michaela cupped his balls and rolled them around in the palm of her delicate hand as she sucked his cock, he grunted.
“Enough.” He pulled from her mouth.
She gasped and squealed when he reached down, lifted her up by her hips, and brought her back onto the bed.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back. You’re too much.” He aligned his cock with her pussy and thrust deeply into her cunt.
Michaela grabbed onto his shoulders. He felt her climbing his body, crawling, grabbing at him to get his cock to penetrate deeper. He knew in that moment that she was feeling as wild and needy as he was.
“Mine, all fucking mine.”
“Yes, harder, Hal, please I feel so needy.”
“I know, baby. God, I know it’s incredible.”
He grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head. He locked her wrists in place with one hand and then lifted up to cup one breast as he rotated and thrust his hips against her.
In and out he stroked her deeply, moving faster and faster.
She was shaking her head side to side at his relentless strokes. Then he felt her pussy muscles tighten. Her eyes closed and she screamed her release, lubricating his cock even more. He pulled out and thrust back in, releasing her wrists so he could grab her hips and get deeper, as deep as he could go so he could mark her forever.
“Michaela!” He roared her name and exploded inside of her.
They lay there together, panting, and she reached up and pulled him down to hug her.
“I love you, baby. I don’t care if that scares you or not. I honestly love you.”
She was silent a moment. He felt unsure and almost fearful but then he felt her lips against his neck, next to his ear.
“You like to be the first at everything, don’t you, Hal?”
He laughed and rolled her to his side so he could cuddle up next to her on the bed.
She smiled, her blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you, too.”
* * * *
Michaela finished taking a shower, and she put on the Engine 19 T-shirt she’d just washed and dried this morning. Jake and Billy were going to be coming by later, they were stuck at work, and Hal left an hour ago. She didn’t see any reason to start working on anything in the house now, and besides, she was feeling content and tired after making love to Hal all afternoon.
She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking about Hal as the sun began to set outside her window. It was quiet, and there was a nice breeze drifting passed the cream-colored curtains. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep.
It seemed as though she had closed her eyes only moments ago, but now her room was dark, and something awoke her.
She began to sit up when a gloved hand fell over her mouth and a body straddled her waist.
“Be nice and quiet, little whore, and I won’t cut you.” Her eyes zeroed in on the sharp blade of a large knife, and then the masked man on top of her. He had brown eyes, he was big, but he didn’t appear to be Solomon or the hit man.
“Are you going to cooperate?”
She nodded her head.
“Good girl.” He looked down at her breasts. “I thought that boyfriend of yours would never leave. I guess if you were my woman, with tits like these, I wouldn’t leave you too soon either.”
He pressed a hand up to her breast and she damned the fact she didn’t wear a bra. His eyes widened and she struggled to push him off of her until the blade poked into her collarbone. It pinched and she knew he cut her.
“I’ll cut your fucking throat. I don’t give a shit. Now listen to me and maybe you’ll live a little longer. Are you going to scream or try to get away?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Good.”
Slowly he uncovered her mouth and she swallowed hard, her throat dry from the fear running through her body.
“What do you want?”
“Ah, a few things. You see, I need that key your sister hid with you. If I don’t get it, then this very bad man is going to come here and he’s going to kill you for it.”
“What key?” she asked.
She never expected him to strike her but he did. Right across the cheek and mouth. She felt the instant pain and cried out.
“Don’t fuck with me.” He gritted his teeth in a threatening manner.
“I swear I don’t know what key you’re talking about. My sister and I weren’t close at all. I went to see her and she told me she wanted nothing to do with me.”
“She left the key with you or at minimum the instructions as to where to find it. Solomon said so.”
“Solomon? I don’t even know Solomon, and never spoke with him before.”
He struck her again, obviously not believing her.
“Stop it. Please stop hitting me. I don’t know anything about a key. My sister didn’t trust me with anything. She wanted nothing to do with me.”
“You’re fucking lying!” he yelled at her and then raised the knife up above his head, and then struck downward right above her shoulder. She screamed out thinking that he would stab her in the chest and kill her but the blade hit her skin on her shoulder, cutting it.
She didn’t know what to do and thought she was going to die when suddenly she saw someone enter the doorway over his shoulder. Michaela shoved at the masked man’s chest making him lift upward as someone hit him in the head with a thick piece of wood. Her eyes flashed to Ike, and then her neighbor was holding a gun to the masked man’s head.
“Are you okay, Michaela?” Ike asked her, a scowl on his face, as he held the gun in a pointed position at her attacker.