Strangers In The Night(8)
“Yes you can my beautiful girl, you can do it, I believe in you.” I kissed the rings that she now wore, the rings that told the world that she belonged to me.
In the background a national syndicated news channel droned on. “In the news today, the world awaits with baited breath the birth of the firstborn of Hollywood super couple Mr. and Mrs. Dylan Constantine. As we all know, this couple has had their fair share of ups and downs, but in the last few months with a baby on the way and the wedding of the century under their belts, they have more than weathered the storm.
Just last month the Mr. of the duo, the hunky Dylan was caught smooching with his very pregnant wife as he helped her into their car. Here’s wishing this couple a speedy birth and a happy and healthy.
In other news, Amos Jones has been finally released from the mental institution where he’s been undergoing evaluation. The once up and coming actor has been in and out of such establishments since his as yet unsolved vicious attack in his Hollywood Hills home a few short months ago.
Rumor has it that his career is over and that his life was barely spared when someone broke into his home and attacked him, leaving him severely broken. The actor suffered massive head trauma and lost sight in one eye, but the gossip vine says that the worse injury of all, and the thing that sends him back to those psych wards, is his missing manhood. Apparently it was never found…”
My wife looked at me as if expecting a reaction, but those days were long gone. I reached for the remote and clicked it off before going back to helping her with her breathing exercise.
Our son was born five minutes before his sister. Maxine and Max.
PREY
Chapter One
The night breeze was soothing against her flushed skin; turning over in the warmth of her silk-sheeted bed, she sighed as her nipples pressed into the fullness of the plump pillow. She was caught between sleep and wake as the thought of sleeping with the French doors open left her uneasy, but with the blackout that had hit the state in the late evening hours, her little vacation hideaway had become a sauna.
There were no other houses around for at least half a mile, the nearest one being unoccupied as yet for the summer. She’d walked around some when she first arrived the day before and was pleasantly surprised to find she had the small little inlet to herself for at least another few days.
She needed the peace and serenity for her writing, but with the blackout came unwarranted fears. Fears she wouldn’t have had had she been back in the city. Oh well, she was here now and it was about a three hour drive back.
As her body gave in to the sweet lure of slumber she heard the call of the whippoorwill in the trees outside, just as a smattering of raindrops hit the tin roof of the rustic cabin she’d rented for the rest of the summer.
Spreading her legs as she laid on her stomach, she finally gave in to the call of sweet surcease. There was no one here after all; she was safe enough.
He’d seen her on her walk that first day, yesterday was it? Seems longer somehow. Having believed he was alone here, he’d been surprised when she’d almost walked up on him.
At first he’d meant to call out to her, alert her to his presence but something had stopped him. Some unforeseen, as yet unknown force had compelled him to keep his silence and instead hide his presence from the breathtakingly beautiful woman in the sunflower summer dress.
His cock had come to attention as her scent had reached him on the breeze from the bay, a silent call that only he could hear. It had been some time since he’d felt that rush; that pull on the senses.
It was a heady feeling and he felt the excitement beat away in his chest as his thoughts ran wild. What would she taste like? Would her pussy carry that same scent of raspberries that was even now assaulting his senses?
It had been some time since he’d approached a member of the opposite sex; well except for the ones he hired to fulfill his needs. Not many understood his wants in matters of the flesh. His last conquest had lasted a mere two months, which had soured him on the whole relationship thing.
He found it much easier to procure his bedmates through the services of the highly priced organization he was a member of. There he could enjoy the lust that drove him without inhibition or limitation.
Chapter Two
Good, she’d left the French doors open for him, one last worry. It didn’t bother his conscience that what he was about to do was considered a crime, he didn’t see himself as a criminal. Besides what he had planned would more than make up for it in the end.
He just wasn’t in the habit of denying himself anything he wanted and the moment her scent had called to him she’d been his. He knew what that meant, had been losing all hope that this day would ever come. Who was to know that it would come on a hot night in the Louisiana Bayou?