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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Thomas’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her. When had his luck turned? It was a question that he’d probably never stop asking himself.
Yet again, his Elizabeth continued to prove her worth to the rest of his family. His uncle Hoyt didn’t like the idea of her working at the store.
“Too many opportunities to escape and get us in trouble,” he’d said. “Better off leaving her here. She won’t do nothin’ at the store anyway. Lazy-”
Thomas had intervened before his uncle could finish that last sentence, growling at the older man and surprising both his mother and Hoyt. Even Uncle Monty gave him a “Hey!”. Not that Elizabeth was there to hear him come to her defense. She still wasn’t brought into the family discussions, despite his ma assuring him that they thought of her as his wife. They still didn’t act like it. He had to do what he could for her, even if she was unaware. And he wouldn’t stand for her to be insulted. She was his, part of the family.
Not lazy! His ma had agreed. Pointing out that every day at the house Elizabeth kept herself busy when she could doing housework if needed.
No one told her what to do the first day she was brought to the store to actually work. Another silent test on their end, see what she did. She did work. Keeping herself busy by trying to clean and organize the store between ringing up customers. His mother had scoffed at her, saying it was a waste of time. But, that didn’t deter her.
It was her fifth day working there in the last two weeks. They didn’t bring her to the store every day. Thomas didn’t want her working all the time. It had been about a month since she’d gotten very ill and although she claimed to be perfectly healthy, he still didn’t want her overworking herself. If he had his way, she’d be home forever, but he had to admit that her face lit up every time they left the house. And she looked happier, healthy for it.
Elizabeth let out a loud sigh, wiping her forehead with her long sleeved shirt. He really needed to fix the air conditioning for her. Especially if she were going to keep working at the store and wear long sleeves. Once again, it boggled his mind how a woman like her could still be so similar to him in some aspects.
He brought his hand up to touch his mask. It was one of two made out of animal leather and not real human skin. He couldn’t go out into the world with just his face, but he also knew the dangers of going out with a real face as well. Much like he preferred to hide his imperfection to the outside world by hiding his face, she did the same with her body. It was something he hadn’t thought about until earlier that morning when she was getting ready to go out with them.
He had taken out a cute little sundress his ma had bought her and showed it to her rather excitedly. It was honestly just for him. He wanted to show her off if anyone were to visit the store. His woman. Make others jealous, not that many people showed up at the shop anyway. It was the thought. The fantasy of it all. Having someone walk in, seeing her and knowing that she was Thomas’s.
She had only laughed and put it away, touching his face for a moment before putting on her jeans and a long sleeved light grey shirt. He had been puzzled about it. She was so beautiful it didn’t make sense to him. Why cover herself up so much? She never had a problem at home showing so much skin. A question that he mulled over till they reached the general store and she got out of the truck, rolling her sleeves down, hiding the burn scar on her arm. Insecure, like him.
A cold chill ran down his spine. He would have killed her. Had his mother not tried to “teach” him a lesson he would have. He would have taken her down into the basement and butchered her. Although, her body had more scars something he would have noticed, it wouldn’t have stopped him. More than likely, she would have already been dead.
He fixed his eyes back on her. She crouched by the shelves, her shirt riding up her back a little bit as she cleaned one of the bottom shelves. Revealing enough skin with just a hint of scarring.
But he didn’t kill her. She had saved herself by being kind. And now, he was hopelessly in love with her. There was no denying it. As much as he wished she felt the same way, he couldn’t help but accept the fact that she didn’t. She was there because of him, because he had forced her to stay. He wasn’t about to let her go. At least, not willingly.
Thomas shifted his weight. He’d do it again. She may not love him the way he loved her, but she did feel something towards him. Her touches, the way she acted around him, those were hard to fake. She’d have to be an extremely accomplished liar for that to be the case.
“She’s a woman. They’re sneaky. They’re good liars. It takes a baby to really seal in their emotions. Don’t let her fool ya, Tommy-boy,” Hoyt had told him the week before.
Was she? Thomas wanted to believe otherwise. But, he wasn’t as knowledgeable about women as his uncle was.
Elizabeth let out a yelp as she stood up then laughed, twisting her back and cracking it. She walked towards him and he stared at her still flat belly.
“Give it some time,” Luda Mae had said a week ago. “Babies take time to grow. Time to show. It’s been a lil’ over a month and a half. Don’t worry. She ain’t going nowhere.”
Yes, time was needed. He was rather fickle about the idea if he were honest with himself. Of course, he desperately wanted a baby. She’d make such a great mother. But, at the same time he liked it being the two of them. She gave him all of her attention when he was around. And every day he seemed to discover something new about her. With a baby, he’d lose some of that.
But, he really wanted her pregnant, just in case his uncle was right. To have his baby, their baby. To forever seal her into his family, a bond by blood. She was too kind, too caring. It would be cruel, taking a child away from his father. She wouldn’t do that to him. Would she?
Elizabeth instinctively placed her hand on her stomach. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it,” she demanded, her voice sharp.
His eyes widened and he gave her a startled look. Her brow was furrowed. She looked worried.
“Sorry,” she said after a moment. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she relaxed.
When had she gotten tense? He reached out and touched her face, making a little sound of concern. He didn’t mean to frighten her.
She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before nodding her head. “You just-” she paused then reached her hand up, gesturing his face. “You looked angry. It’s harder to read your emotions right now.”
He quickly shook his head and pulled her into a hug. He didn’t let her go until her body felt more relaxed. She still did that, get tense on him when she thought he was angry. She thought she had to move carefully around him. Pushing her back, he gave her a sad look, brushing her hair. He could never harm her again.
She smiled in return. “Thank you,” she said, patting one of his hand that was on her shoulder. She pushed past him and into the backroom.
He turned, watching her again. She didn’t know she was safe and he didn’t know how to let her know that no harm would come to her. Not from his ma, his uncles or himself. Even if she tried to escape. Trying to escape only meant limiting her freedom, not hurting her. It meant she’d have to live in the house forever, never being allowed to leave. But, she’d still be taken care of, looked after. She still would be treated like a human being, like she asked him to.
“I think if we put the, ummm, canned goods that are close to expiring first, it would be easier to get rid of those instead of having them become permanent fixtures here,” Elizabeth mused out loud.
He rushed over at her, just as she reached for a heavy box with canned food. Giving her an annoyed side-eyed glance, he picked the box up. I lift up the heavy boxes. Then his mind fixated on a word.
We.
He smiled down at her.
We.
She reached out and grabbed a smaller box, but it was still heavy. Heavier than he wanted her to carry. He grumbled at her insistence to put too much weight on herself.
“I’m not an invalid, Thomas,” she stated as she moved away from him. “I can carry things that are heavier than a pencil.”
He cocked his head to one side. She always called him by his full name, never Tom or Tommy. But, he kinda liked the way his name rolled off her tongue. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted her to call him Tommy. He felt so grown up as Thomas, a man worthy of her.
The little bell on the door rang, making him freeze in his steps as he heard men’s voices. The sudden harsh thudding of his heartbeat pulsed through his body. He recognized one of the voices. Before he could do anything, Elizabeth waltz out of the backroom with box in hand.
“I’ll be right there to help you,” she called out.
Thomas quickly set the box he was holding down on the table in the middle of the room. All he needed to do was take a few steps out there, go to her side. Show them that she was his. Fear tore through him for some odd reason.
“Let me help you with that, darlin’.”
Thomas froze, unable to move again, his hand reaching out, but there was only air to grab onto. He was very familiar with that voice. What was he doing there? He never visited the store before closing hours.
“Oh, Thank you,” Elizabeth said. Her voice courteous. Thomas swallowed, trying to force his muscles to move, to go out there and get between her and the man known to everyone as -
“Name’s Handsome Jack,” the man said with a drawl. “Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round these parts.”
Elizabeth giggled and Thomas felt like his world was slowly going dark. “Handsome Jack?” she asked. Thomas could already see her face. That smile, wide and happy, eyes dancing with mischief.
“Don’t think I’m handsome?” Jack teased.
Thomas closed his eyes, clenching his fists. Why did he let her out of the house? His heart felt as if it were already tearing. He was going to lose her.
Elizabeth laughed not answering the question. “How may I help you?” she asked, her voice sounding pleasant.
He needed to see. Thomas quietly stepped out of the backroom. Far enough to view the main room without them immediately noticing him.
Elizabeth stood behind the counter. Much to Thomas’s relief and puzzlement, the box she had been carrying was set down on the ground near her. Didn’t she give it to Jack to help her? The box that she insisted she could carry. If she had, he hadn’t taken it very far.
There was a counter between the two of them, which should have relieved Thomas. But Jack leaned in, taking up most of the space. He was giving her his most charming smile. The kind of smile that Thomas knew would make any woman swoon. The kind of smile he didn’t have. Even Henrietta got all giddy and excited when even talking about Jack. And the man didn’t even pay any attention to her.
Jack had three of his friends with him. Two wandered the shop, a man and a woman. While the other stood next to Jack, and just stared at her. Elizabeth rested one hand on the counter a sweet smile on her face. It was happening. She was being reminded of what she once had. The type of friends she probably hung around with in high school.
“Me and the boys are going into town,” he said, flashing her his most charming smile. “Care to join us?”
“I’m working. And I don’t even know you,” she said. It wasn’t a no.
“Oh, well. As I said, I’m Handsome Jack. This is Fred,” he said pointing to the man beside him. “That’s Bobby and Laci.” He motioned behind him to the two in the back. They were all similar in age, roughly in their twenties. Her age. Meanwhile he was in his thirties.
Thomas clenched his hand.
A loud bang caused them all to turn and look at Bobby.
“Damn, still fucking broken,” Bobby grumbled as he kicked meat display freezer again. “What a waste of good meat.”
“You aren’t going to fix it that way,” Elizabeth countered.
Jack and Fred laughed.
“So, Lizzy,” Jack said, turning his attention back on Elizabeth. “I’ve grown up ‘round these parts. I could give you a grand tour.”
That was half a lie. Jack and Bobby, originally from town, had moved out at a young age with their parents after the meat factory closed down. But, their parents sent them to visit their grandfathers for the summer. Thomas was only more familiar with those two because they would come into the general store with their grandfathers to grab a drink, on occasion. Thomas would listen in on the conversations while hiding in the backroom. They sounded like they had so much fun drinking. At times he wanted to join them, but he knew he couldn’t. The other two did live in town, but he’d never seen them visit the store.
Jack slowly reached out to touch Elizabeth. Thomas’s heart pounded dramatically in his chest. It was so loud he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else heard it. The charming smile Jack flashed her was clearly meant to make her swoon. Thomas glanced at Elizabeth, trying to catch her expression, but he couldn’t tell from his angle.
Dammit! He felt as if his feet were firmly rooted into the floor. He should have taken her into town with him. Shown her around. Let everyone see her hanging off his arm like they were a proper couple. But then again, he knew, despite wishing he had, he wouldn’t have had the courage to do that. It would have been his mother and her in town.
She leaned forward. “It’s Elizabeth,” she corrected. “And I’m working.”
Jack laughed. “In this shithole? You can do better than this.” He stood up straight and motioned around him. “My grandfather said that a pretty young thing has started workin’ here for the Hewitts. I didn’t believe him, but here you are.” He reached his hand out to grab hers.
“You came to gawk at me?” she asked, pulling her hand away, but at the same time she leaned in a little. Too close!
Jack laughed. “I came to see if he was right. The Hewitts must be paying you a lot of money for you to be working in this dump. Although, how they could afford paying a fine girl like you with this kind of place as their only source of money is beyond me. Or did they kidnap you? Force you to stay here? Does the pretty damsel need rescuing?”
The words hit far to close to home for his comfort.
“Judgmental much?” Elizabeth countered. “I don’t recall the town looking that much better,” she retorted.
Thomas’s eyes widened at her words. Jack and his three friends laughed.
“How can you stand working here with that-” Laci started to ask, but then went silent.
“With that?” Elizabeth asked, her voice sounded as if she were making a challenge. She stood up straighter and squared her shoulders.
Thomas knew who “that” was.
“Seriously? Whatever. That thing,” Laci said.
“Don’t be rude, Laci,” Fred said, almost too soft to be heard.
“Retard then. Right, Fred? Dude’s a fucking freak. Bet he doesn’t know the meaning of the words,” Bobby shouted. “Anyone’s whose met him run screaming for the hills. And clearly you haven’t.”
The laughter from the group caused Thomas to take a step back, disappearing into the backroom. It was strange. Feeling so helpless. At home he had more power, more control, the ability to defend himself. But out in the world. It was tough. He was just a man and he had to be careful. Hurting anyone in the area, who could be missed, would bring the wrong attention to his family. He’d already fucked up once, forcing his uncle Hoyt to take a life and become the local sheriff. He couldn’t do that again. So he had to bare it. Even if he didn’t want to. Bare the words, the hate, the fear, the stares. Killing strangers, passersby helped though. For whatever that was worth.
“It’s time for you to go,” Elizabeth stated. Her voice loud and firm and, there was something else in there. He wasn’t sure what.
There was a moment of silence before Jack laughed. “Right. See you around, Lizzy,” he said. With that the bell over the door rang and soon the store was quiet.
Thomas stared at the floorboards. Had she gone with them? He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to see. He clenched his hands into fists. Why was he such a coward in the outside world?
His eyes focused on the large box of canned goods. Picking it up, he walked back into the main room, steeling himself to find it empty. A loud bang and clang almost made him jump as Elizabeth roughly placed the cans from the box she had onto the shelf that they belonged on.
She was angry. A mood that he hadn’t seen before. Angry at him? Probably. He stopped and stood next to her, holding his heavy box. She’d just been reminded of what her life could have been like. Happy, with friends her age and a handsome boyfriend or husband.
Truth be told, she deserved a man like “Handsome Jack”. They’d make such a beautiful couple and probably the most gorgeous babies. Unlike his babies with her. He was kidding himself if he thought his babies would turn out looking like her. A spike of pain zapped through his heart. It had been a bad idea to make her work at the store. She wasn’t going to see him anymore. She was now going to see that Handsome Jack while they were having sex. And there was no way he could get that image out of her mind.
She grabbed a can from his box and slammed it onto the shelf then stilled. Thomas gulped as she inhaled noisy. She was clearly fighting back her tears.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, shaking her head.
He stared down at the floorboards again. She knew. She knew she was going to pine for a better life. One he could never give her. He clenched his hands around the box. But, he couldn’t willingly let her go. If she ran away it would tear him apart, but he could handle it. But, she had to work for her freedom. She was the only stranger who ever showed him kindness. And the sex. He just needed her in his life too much to let her go.
She shoved a can back and straightened. Her body was tense and he could feel her anger. She looked up at him, eyes narrowed. He swallowed hard.
Without another word, she walked towards the counter, taking a sign out from underneath. His eyes followed her movement. She switched the sign to “Closed” then hung another that said she’d be back in 30 minutes. Finally, she locked the door.
“Set those down and follow me,” she said.
He looked at the box not wanting to move. He didn’t want to hear whatever she wanted to say. It would only hurt him more. Despite that, he set the box down and followed her to the backroom.
She was by the table, running her hands nervously along the cool metallic side.
“I used to be so good at it,” she said. “I feel… I feel so docile right now. The words, they aren’t coming to me.”
He wanted to say he was sorry as well. A part of him was. Sorry he couldn’t be a better man than what he was. Maybe, she’d be more willing for him to wear one of his more handsome human masks instead. It would be an option he’d show her once they got home. The only thing was, that would be in a few hours. Too much time for her to think. If only his ma hadn’t left them alone for a few hours.
She swiftly turned around and slammed into him, wrapping her arms around him to hug him tightly. His whole body felt paralyzed. What was she doing? She nuzzled her face into his shirt, taking in a deep breath.
“I failed you.” Her words were muffled in his shirt.
His eyes widened in surprise. Did she just say that? He placed his hand under her chin and made her head tilt up. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sniffed then wiped them with her hand.
“I’m sorry. I’ve become such a big baby,” she said, pulling away from him.
He didn’t understand.
She wiped her face again, not looking up at him. “I’m not an idiot. I know why you wear that mask in public,” she said. “But… It’s honestly so frustrating.” She stood back up and clenched her hands, twisting the air between them. “I knew they were going to say something stupid and mean the moment I saw them. I should have told them to leave immediately. But I didn’t. I just-” She let out a loud sigh. “Stood there. Like an idiot. I didn’t know what to do. That’s not like me, Thomas. I used to be so good, so witty in those situations. I should have said something else. Something other than telling them to get out.”
Her fingers pressed against his chest as she lightly brushed his shirt then ran them up to his neck, straightening his collar. She didn’t say anything for a moment. Slowly, she raised her gaze up and placed her hands on his mask. Much to his surprise, she didn’t shirk way.
How could his uncle say she was a liar. Her eyes expressed a sadness, a frustration, and guilt. Could she really lie like that? Manipulate her emotions to look real like that? His mouth dropped slightly. He’d seen her light brown eyes many times, but he never noticed there was a hint of red in them.
“Can I?” she asked.
He nodded his head, allowing her to raise his mask off to look at his face. She gently touched his features. He let out a deep sigh, relaxing just a little bit.
“I had this silly thought. I wanted you to come out, so I could give you this big kiss, just to shut those fools up. That Jack was looking at me like I was some piece of meat. The same way Hoy-” She shut her mouth, swallowing hard. “Doesn’t matter.”
Hoyt? His uncle wasn’t a problem. Before he could keep on that train of thought realization hit him. She wanted Thomas to kiss her. In front of a man like Jack?
He placed a finger on her lips, slowly processing her words. With an exhale, he used his other hand to press against his chest.
Me?
“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back. “Just a silly thought. Probably wouldn’t have turned out the way I imagined it anyway. They probably would have laughed, made you feel self-conscious and pissed me off even more.”
He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information. She wanted to defend him. Him! She knew what would make other people jealous and she wanted to use that to her advantage to make him look good.
“Women are good liars, Tommy. Especially those kind. Pretty ones like her. They know how to manipulate situations to their advantage,” his uncle had warned him multiple times. Manipulate, yes. But to his advantage. She didn’t get anything out of kissing him. It wasn’t like he or his family had any special standing in town. Her only way to come to his defense was to use herself. She knew what her visual worth was and wanted to give him that advantage.
He cupped her face with his hands, kissing her deeply, half expecting her to pull away. She hesitated for only a moment before relaxing. She wanted him. Not Jack, not Jason, not some other handsome fellow who would match her perfectly. Him! He ran his hand down, dipping it into her jeans.
“Thomas,” she whispered, breaking their kiss. A little groan escaped her lips as he rubbed her mound then slipped his hand inside of her underwear. She was a little wet, much to his surprise.
He shook his head, grinding his body against her, feeling the blood rush down to his cock. He needed to claim her. She wanted to protect him. Him? In her own way, she wanted to fight for him. His cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants. He rapidly undid his belt and pants, dropping them in an instant, before pressing his erection against her.
“We really shouldn’t,” she whispered as he clawed at her jeans. God, he wished she’d worn that dress. He attacked her neck with his mouth while he, with her help, slipped her pants down. He quickly lifted her up and set her on the table, pulling her pants and underwear completely off her while she threw off her shirt. He didn’t hesitate in planting his mouth greedily on one of her breasts, while his other hand explored her body for a brief moment.
She moaned, arching her back while running one hand in his hair to press him close. Any other day, he would have waited a little bit longer, made sure she was ready. But he couldn’t this time.
“Wait, Thomas,” she breathed heavily, grinding her body against his despite her protests.
He set both of her feet up on the table, pussy spread for him to take. He set one arm beside her and the other on his cock. Eyes fixated on hers.
“Thomas, the room’s gonna-” her words were interrupted by a small cry and then a moan as he thrusted his cock into her. If he hurt her, he was sorry. But he was too desperate. Her tight channel gripped him with a warm wet welcome.
The words kept running through his head like a mantra. She wanted to defend him. Him! His Elizabeth. There was no going back for her or for him. In the outside world, she had chosen him.
He smiled as her mouth opened and her eyes glaze in that lusty way as he filled her up. His. His. His. He leaned down, his lips searching hers as he thrusted into her. Her knees squeezed his sides and he placed one hand on her chin, kissing her deeply. He didn’t stop moving in her, enjoying the moans and deep gasps from her.
It was difficult to imagine there would be a time that she’d never feel amazing to him. That he’d ever grow tired of her. No. Impossible. Hoyt had said that once. He had told Thomas that Elizabeth would soon bore him and not to get attached. It was that or if they gave her more freedom she’d find a way to cheat on Thomas. But, she’d met probably the most handsome man within 100 miles, and had still chosen Thomas in her own way.
He pulled away from their kiss, stroking her hair for a moment, enjoying the hum that came out of her mouth, before pushing her down. She didn’t fight him. Her breasts jiggled up and down with each movement, providing him with a glorious show. He placed one hand on her clit, rolling her nub with his thumb. She moaned, clamping both of her hands on her breasts to rub them.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, eyes closed as she mewled.
His muscles bunched in surprise. Baby?
She opened her eyes, giving him a puzzled look. He didn’t realize he’d stopped moving. Did she really say that? He leaned in, planting both hands on either side of her.
Say it again, he demanded with his eyes. She looked confused.
He slammed into her, rolling his hips, making her moan and lean her head back. Her throat a welcome invitation. He placed his lips on it, and groaned himself as her throat vibrated under them.
“Oh, Thomas,” she mewled.
No! The other word.
He shook his head, confusing her some more. He tried to remember exactly what he had done just moments ago. He zoned himself back into his last tempo and placed his hand on her nub again.
“Fuck!” she yelped, arching her back. “Right there, Thomas. Baby. I’m going to come.” She reached out, grabbing one of his hands with her own and entangling her fingers with his. She unraveled on him, her tight velvety walls pulsed, pressing him tightly as she came.
It was him. It had been him. He was the one who gave her pleasure, not that Handsome Jack. She was calling him baby as well as his own name. It wasn’t Jason, or Jack. Why had he been so worried?
She raised her legs up, crossing them over his chest to rest on either shoulder. He moaned louder than she did as she made her pussy even tighter. He loved her. He wasn’t going to last. He wanted to. But, she was his and he needed to confirm that for himself as well. He couldn’t use his developing tricks to pace himself.
He grabbed her thighs to help him pull her back to meet his thrusts. Her hands grabbed the back of the table as she groaned. Her breasts were a delight to watch as they bounced with each hit. Her skin so soft. The sound amazing, a mixture of her incredible wetness, their skin meeting, their heavy breathing and moans.
She let out a surprised grunt and then mewl. Her upper teeth bit her bottom lip and her eyes closed as she leaned her head back a little bit.
“Thomas,” she whimpered.
He loved it, groaning as her pussy clenched around him. Yet again, his mind felt boggled by the fact that it was him giving her pleasure. Sure, they’d had sex many times before and she clearly enjoyed it. She’d called out his name before. But, this felt different. It was because she actually confirmed it was him. Her eyes, her mouth, her pussy were all enjoying him.
She uncrossed her legs, giving him a look through her lusty, hazy eyes. He leaned down and her legs went back with him, allowing him to penetrate her just a little bit more. They both moaned and then she giggled, flashing him a pleased smile, before he kissed her.
He wanted to last longer.
That’s it, baby. Her words echoed in his mind. He had to concentrate. The pressure in his balls was getting to be too much. He rose back up, clutching her waist, he pulled her down as he thrusted into her with a rapid pace. Her broken moans were music to his ears.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Thomas. Baby.”
He lost it. His balls clenched and he dug his fingers into her waist as he slammed into her hard, filling her up with his cum once again.
He gasped loudly, unable to move, not wanting to move, wanting to keep his softening cock in her for as long as possible. She slowly lowered her legs to hang off the table. Gently, he leaned in and started kissing her body, just to stay near her. Her fingers massaged his scalp as she tried to catch her breath as well.
He wanted to be home so he could lay down next to her and cuddle up with her. She made his world right.
She let out a deep sigh then sat up, forcing him to move. Her hands caught his face and she pulled him to her to give him a long deep kiss.
“Hmm,” she mused. “I didn’t close the shop thinking you were going to fuck me. I just wanted to vent my frustration without being interrupted.”
For a moment he panicked, unsure of what her words really meant. Did he do something wrong? As if reading him correctly, she pulled him in to another kiss to comfort him.
“I’m fine. It is rather scandalous what we just did.” Her eyes danced with mirth. “The unfortunateness of the heat is that this room is going to smell like sex for a while,” she said as she hopped off the table. “Oh God. There is no way your mom isn’t gonna figure out we had sex in here.”
He pulled up his pants and watched as she put hers back on. She couldn’t clean his cum out of her. He tilted his head to one side at the thought. She always liked to shower after they had sex, cleaning his cum out of her. She had assured him once, when he got really frustrated with her, that she could still get pregnant. But right now, she couldn’t clean. His brain sparked with arousal but his cock scoffed at him.
She strode over to him and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know how you expect me to work after that, but I’ll do my best,” she said then chuckled as she headed back towards the front. She paused by the door way and glanced back at him. “Baby.”
Butterflies filled his stomach again at the word.
“Boy. You gotta be careful with the pretty ones like her. They know how to use their beauty for their advantage. Never let your guard down around her.” His insecurities about her slowly returned, as his uncle’s voice softly whispered in his mind.
No, he thought, shaking his head. His uncle had been wrong about her from the very start. She was nothing like those women who feared him, made him feel horrible about himself. She accepted him for who he was. Even though he killed people she still wanted him. Hoyt was wrong about her, even now.
Thomas stepped back out, just enough to look at her. Her back was to him. She had reopened the store and was staring out of the window, arms wrapped around her in a little hug. His smile faded slightly. But then again. She’d still have that longing, that yearning to leave, even though she clearly kept choosing him. They needed that baby for her to finally settle down and fully accept her role in his life. They needed a baby to link them together and make his own family.
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