15. Abigale

With Greymostly recovered and working back at the Blue Sky Sanctuary, while getting back to his therapy sessions in person, I'm back to my normal daily activities. I've been called by a few farmers since the town hall meeting, letting me know they spotted a wolf or a den. It's a pleasant surprise that some folks are trying to be open-minded. Though not all the people at the meeting have changed their minds. I'm still having the hang-ups and some idiot covered my front porch in some kind of animal shit. Not sure what that even means but between Mom, Jorgie, and me, we got it cleaned up. Nicholas can't stand the sight or smell of any kind of shit. Poor kid, he's on a ranch, for God's sake. Oh well, maybe he'll grow out of it.

Today, lil' Fern and I are going out to the middle school. The principle called and asked me if I would consider a sort of wolf meet and greet. When I said yes, she then got permission slips for every child who will be participating in this indoor field trip. I'm a bit nervous so my mom is coming with. It's actually Jorgie's class. She started talking about lil' Fern in class so all the kids wanted to meet her. Mom made up some folders for the kids with all kinds of information on wolves. Hopefully, if we continue to educate the young people, when they grow up, they might have a different concept on these beautiful animals.

The drive to the school is uneventful. Mom and I talk about what we plan to do and lil' Fern is sitting in the back chilling. Not sure until we get back the DNA results, but I think her dog side is either something like Labrador retriever or German shepherd. She is loyal to our family and has never shown a mean bone in her body. She's more of a couch potato than a vicious wild wolf from those scary movies I never watched as a kid. Once at the school we park in the visitors' spot and start to exit Mom's SUV. One minute everything is fine, the next I have a gun pointed to my head again, while a voice is telling me to get the wolf out of the car. Mom is screaming and when the gun at my head starts to move toward my mom, I panic. This can't be happening. The window is open in the back because lil' Fern likes to stick her head out the window like dogs like to do. The growl shocks me but it is the look in my girl's face that makes my heart pound. She looks just like I'm imagining a wild wolf would look. In a split second she is in the back seat and the next I literally watch her jump through the window as once again the gun shifts. Using my elbow, I pull forward then jam it into the asshole's gut. I duck just in time because Fern's body knocks both of us down. She then puts her mouth on the guy's throat but doesn't bite down. It is a hold move and the guy is literally pissing his pants.

Hearing noises, I look up to see half the school either on the parking lot or making their way out the doors. Not sure how this is going to go down, the principal makes her way toward us. By this time Mom is right next to me and Fern still has the guy's throat in her mouth, though her body is starting to tremble. I gently put my hand on her neck and lightly pet down her body. She instantly stops shaking. Seeing that this works, I keep doing it as I hear the sirens coming closer. The principal walks right to us.

"We called the police when we saw him coming up behind you with that gun in his hand. My God, that wolf saved your life. Never saw such unconditional love before. The kids were watching from the windows. The teachers told me on my way out that the kids still want to meet Fern, if that's okay. Look at that, she didn't even break his skin. Better than if it was me, I would have torn out his throat. Just telling the truth. Here are the police, stop in when you're done. If they need my statement, I'm more than happy to give it to them. Abigale, I apologize, this guy is the uncle of one of our kids. She was so excited about Fern she told her aunt, who then told her husband. He's one of the ranchers who can't see past his nose, let alone listen to what happened at the town hall meeting. The young girl is beyond upset so I'm going to try and console her."

Knowing I'm probably stepping out of line and the police will definitely want to speak to me, I go with my gut anyway.

"Mrs. James, would you mind if Fern and I join you to speak to the young girl? Mom can stay and start giving the cops all the details. And I see your school security, I'm sure he can keep this guy under control, right?"

She nods then calls the security guard over. Then all I do is command Fern to "release." She doesn't so I try, "let go' and she does. His neck is red but no skin is broken. As we start toward the school, the guard grabs his hands, putting them behind his back. As we get closer to the school, someone starts to clap then another and another. I am worried Fern will get anxious or nervous, but she just stays by my side. Well, until some girl steps in her path and throws her arms around her neck. Immediately, I move to grab the harness I put on Fern, but to my utmost surprise she just lets the kid hug on her. And when she finally lets Fern go, she licks her face, which has the girl giggling and everyone around us in awe. The principal pulls the little girl out of the way, handing her off to another teacher. We continue into the school and to the main office where a very small girl sits on a chair, head down. Just looking at her, I can almost see and feel her pain. And even some embarrassment. I walk over to her, kneeling in front of her. I look to the principal who mouths, "Maria."

"Maria. Hey, Maria, I'm Abigale and this is my wolf dog, Fern. We wanted to meet you and the principal was nice enough to let us up in here. How are you doing?"

She lifts her head and my heart breaks at the tears on her cheeks. Her sad eyes shift from me to Fern and those beautiful brown eyes get huge as her mouth forms an ‘O.'

"I'm so sorry, Miss Abigale. I didn't know that my aunt would tell him. I swear, Miss Abigale, she told me that she'd never tell anyone, especially him. We all know how he's a bad man and a jerk too. Oh, don't tell my mom and daddy I said that, they'll get mad. One thing for sure is I'm never telling my aunt anything anymore. That's a promise."

After that it seems like Maria has let go of some emotional baggage because she asks to go by Fern. I tell her yes, as long as she holds my hand. After about twenty minutes of the two of them getting to know each other, I let Maria lead out Fern by her harness leash. Now, usually, I never leash Fern but in this type of atmosphere, thought it was necessary. Thank God she wasn't leashed up before; she literally saved our lives.

The rest of the day Fern, Mom, and I, along with Maria, walk through each class that parents gave permission for. Mom and I answered what felt like a million questions, while Maria keeps the kids amused with her stories about a fairy wolf. Fern put up with oohs, ahhs, and some loving pets. Even though it started off horrible, in the end I think we did exactly what we wanted. To educate children who actually are the future of our country. With that thought Mom, Fern, and I say our goodbyes and head back to the ranch. Besides being exhausted Mom and I can't stop talking and laughing the whole way home. Fern is asleep in the back seat five minutes into the drive. They wore out our poor little wolf dog.

I feelthe bed dip right before I feel heat at my back. Grey is home, finally. When we got back after our day of excitement, I called and told him what happened. He was worried but I told him we were good. I knew he had a late counseling session to go over something that was bothering him. I didn't want him to cancel that appointment. The shooting has brought up some intense memories and feelings for him, and I knew he needed to talk through a couple of things. When his hands wrap around my hip and he aligns his body behind mine, my heart tells me he needs to be close and have his hands on me to make sure I am okay. This isn't the first time we've lain like this, but I can sense something has changed by the way he seems to attach himself to me. There isn't a thread of space between our bodies. Just the feel of his muscular chest, hard stomach, and the long length of his cock pressing against my ass has me shifting my legs back and forth.

Since the town hall meeting, a shift has occurred between us. Now don't get me wrong, with this hunk of man always around I'm on a twenty-four seven alert. My body is always throbbing when he's nearby, though all we've really done, at first, was some kissing then we progressed to heavy petting. Last weekend, when Mom and the kids finally moved into their own little cabin behind us, after Grey made an awesome dinner, we sat on the sectional with a fire burning, just talking. His hands were on me before he started to kiss me. Next thing I knew his hands were all over me and we were lying across the length of the sectional, which I've come to love because it's wide, soft, and so very comfortable. When his fingers went under my panties I almost choked on my own breath. He chuckled but never lost sight of what he was after.

Within minutes I was breathless and wet. I've never had such a visceral reaction to a man. Usually, the ones I've gotten to this point with, the intimacy is generally lackluster, without foreplay or anything, as the men seemed focused only on their pleasure not mine. I even had one man tell me he thought I was frigid because he never used lubricant before he met me. By that time I knew he wasn't for me, so I told him the problem was him not me, as he had no idea how to pleasure a woman. Grey, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. That night, in the great room of my house, I lost count of how many times Grey took me over the edge with his fingers and mouth. He wore me out so much I never got the chance to return the favor that night, but the next night was all about Grey. When my hands wandered down his happy trail, I felt the ridges in his skin. Not only was his back burned but so were his lower stomach and hips. He started to pull away but with my mouth I showed Grey that to me every single part of his body was beautiful. I made sure he'd never doubt that again.

I know I won't forget our first time when he moves to push my panties down, I gasp before lifting up to help him. Grey lays me flat on the bed before moving to cover me. Oh my God, when did he take his boxers off? The heat from his cock between my legs has me moving my hands in that direction until he grabs my wrists, moving them to the headboard of my bed.

"Don't move, woman. This is all about you. I need to worship this body that's been driving me crazy. Hush, let me do this, Abigale, the thought of you at the mercy of my hands, mouth, and cock is the only thing that has gotten me through the day. Ollie told me how close you and Trudy came to not returning home. I owe Fern several well-deserved premium dinners. Shit, I'll give her a raw steak every night. I don't express myself enough with you but, Abigale, you've become my world. Give me the honor to rock yours."

His words and the meaning behind them have me tearing up with happy tears. I barely nod before he starts a path down my body, first with his hands, then his mouth following. He doesn't let up and by the time I've orgasmed three times, he's finally on his knees, his hand running up and down his length, eyes on me.

"Spread your legs wide and put those hands back on the headboard. If you take them off, I'll stop. If I start to hurt you, let me know and we'll stop. You told me it's been awhile, and as you can see I've got some girth and length. We'll take our time, okay? Don't take your eyes from mine, Abigale. I want to watch those gorgeous eyes as I fill you up."

Then slowly, and oh so carefully, Grey starts a dance that's been around forever. He pushes in a bit then pulls out. Push in and wait, then pull out. At first the pressure is overwhelming, but with his persistence my body starts to relax and as he goes farther in I feel the natural lubrication from inside. When he finally is able to push all the way in, I have to hold my breath I am so full. It feels extraordinary but I need him to move, though I can't speak.

"Breathe, woman. Don't need you passing out. We're at the good part now. I'm gonna start moving, Abigale, so hang on tight. Come on, breathe. Here we go, beautiful."

Then without warning Grey pulls out and then, wham, thrusts back in so quick and hard I forget everything but this man in my bed, who is giving me more pleasure than any other man has in my entire life. He thrusts in and out until I start to move with him, which sends him over the edge. He lifts my legs high and wide as he drives in deep. Then he changes his motion to thrust in then circle with his hips. Each time I feel his pelvic bone hit my bundle of nerves. I am so close and he somehow knows because when his fingers start to rub my swollen nub, I let out a scream and for a split second it feels like the world stops spinning. My body spasms around him and I continue to scream his name again and again before I fall silent. At this point, Grey searches for his own release and, after a few drives in, on the last he thrusts deeply and stays right there. He pushes his head into my neck and I can feel his body trembling as he finds his release. That's when I know he has a condom on because I don't feel the warmth from his release but know from his reactions that he found it. Even in the throes of passion, Grey is responsible enough for the both of us.

After his body naturally moves out of mine, he gets up, making sure I am covered, and makes his way to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a washcloth, which he uses to wipe me down gently. He throws it in the direction of the bathroom then gets back into bed, pulling me close. Right before my eyes close, I think I hear him say, "Abigale Styeeks, woman, you've stolen my heart. I've never felt like this before. Love you, Abigale."