Chapter 11

11

Abrielle

I keep having the same dream over and over…

Colver is driving. I'm in the passenger seat.

I break down crying, telling him about my life. About what's happened. What I've become.

As soon as he hears everything, he pulls to the side of the road.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Colver grabs me and pulls me toward him.

He pulls me on top of him.

He's touching me, holding me… his hands are everywhere, all at the same time.

The push of a button and his seat reclines and slides back.

I reach down and cup the massive bulge between his legs.

Then we speed it up.

He scrambles to open his jeans and push them down.

I move and kick and hurry to take my pants and panties off.

At one point my bare ass slaps the horn and it beeps.

I laugh. Colver doesn't.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

We kiss.

His insanely thick cock touches between my legs.

I'm soaked and throbbing. I cannot remember the last time I felt actual pleasure.

Maybe never.

Maybe I've been waiting all along for this moment.

Colver's cock pressing against me. Colver's cock entering me.

Colver pulling me down, making my body accept all of him.

I gasp and clench. I try to thrust but my legs won't move.

It just feels too good…

That's where the dream ends.

Each and every time.

The first few times I open my eyes it's dark so I just go back to sleep.

I avoid anything that can appear as reality.

I just want to sleep.

Until finally it's light out.

Or at least it's getting light out.

Now I have to do the thing where you take in your surroundings.

It has the same vibe after a night of drinking too much. Or waking up in another guy's bed.

I'm on couch.

I'm in a… cabin…

Right across from me there's a big, beautiful stone fireplace.

On the floor…

Colver.

He's sound asleep, his left arm over his eyes.

Something about him… the way the sleeve of his t-shirt is pulled back and him resting, sleeping, and the immense size of his arms and muscles and…

Speaking of arm…

My right arm throbs a little.

One look brings everything back.

Now there's no escaping reality at all.

My chest tightens and I feel like I can't breathe for a second.

I quickly sit up and step from the couch to the floor and move toward the cabin door.

As I open the door, I look back at Colver.

What the hell was I thinking? Where the hell am I right now?

Believe me, I wasn't drunk or high when I tracked down Colver.

It just seems now that things have cooled enough…

I walk out of the cabin and take two steps and freeze.

It's nothing but trees. I'm in a forest.

It almost feels like a horror movie.

Waking up on a couch in a cabin somewhere in the woods.

My right arm stitched up.

Me more than just a little afraid of the man in the cabin who is still sleeping.

I look at Colver's truck.

Yeah, for a second or two I think about stealing it.

My phone!

I touch my pocket.

I've slept all night with my phone in my pocket.

It still has some battery life to it.

And I have service.

So this is a far cry from a horror movie then.

I open the maps app to see where the hell I am. I pinch my fingers on the screen to zoom out. I can't believe how far we are from the city.

I did tell Colver I didn't want to be in the city…

He did tell me he had somewhere he could take me…

There are texts waiting for me too.

Where did you run off to?

Look, I hope you realize I had nothing to do with this. Whatever you're thinking or feeling, that's on you.

Figures - you just go silent. Things get heavy and you're quiet. Fuck you then, Abrielle.

Need I send over some of the legal documents to remind you of what we are?

I ignore the texts and put my phone back into my pocket.

I walk off the ground level porch and look back at the cabin.

It's a dirty, dark brown looking cabin.

Very rustic and old.

I love it.

The sky is lighting up with the new day.

Stripes of yellow and orange with hints of pink streak across the sky.

My fingertips twitch.

I wish I was painting right now.

It's still about me! These are my ideas! This is my hard work! I own my thoughts!

I take a few steps toward the massive pickup truck.

I can easily just drive off.

Then apologize later to Colver for all of this.

"You forget the key."

I gasp and spin around.

Colver's standing in the doorway.

He flicks his wrist and sends the key sailing through the air toward me.

I catch it. I swallow hard.

"That's what you're doing, right? Thinking about leaving? Go ahead. If that's what you want to do."

His face is strong. His jaw steel-cut. A scar or two that I don't remember. Obviously wounds from playing hockey.

He definitely doesn't look like the same Colver I knew.

He's big and rugged… but… he's got that same rattlesnake look in his eyes.

"Colver," I whisper.

"Don't give me any bullshit right now, Abrielle. I haven't had any coffee yet. I don't even know why I did what I did last night for you. Driving you up here. Carrying you to the couch. I slept on the fucking floor of my own cabin. All for what?"

"You tell me," I blurt out.

Colver's lip curls. He slowly shakes his head.

"What?" I call out. "Do you remember what you said to me?"

"When I was eighteen?" Colver asks. "People say a lot of things when they're young and stupid. Now you show up like this? What am I supposed to do? Huh? The guy who gave you that ring… he hurt you, didn't he? And you came running to me. Now what? I'm supposed to drive your ass back into the city and go after this guy? That's what you want, right?"

I swallow hard.

Colver has always had a way of just saying things. Never slowly working toward a question or touching a subject with delicate care.

He just attacks. Pounces.

He doesn't give a damn if the other person is upset.

"What are you going to do now, Abrielle? Cry? Stand there and cry? Huh? Over what?"

I touch the diamond ring on my finger.

I'm so sick and tired of it all.

I'm sick and tired of the fake smiles. Of the goodwill and appearances. I'm sick of the expensive champagne and the bright lights and the way I have to look a certain part and act a certain way.

I take a few deep breaths.

My chest heaves.

Colver starts to walk toward me.

"The worst part here is that if you pass out right now, I'm going to catch you," he says. "Maybe that makes me the stupid one. And when I feel stupid, I feel cornered. And when I feel cornered, I get pissed off, kitten."

My chin quivers.

I'm taken right back to more than one occasion of Colver entering the bedroom I had in his father's house for that short while. And the way he'd walk up to me and just be… mean .

I'm an adult now.

A woman with something of a career. Something of a business. Some sort of talent.

On my own…?

Yes and no.

I should slap Colver across the face.

I should take his truck.

At the very least I should back up and not let him get so close…

… too late…

He's inches from me, staring down at me.

He's taller than ever and I'm just as short as I was all those years ago.

He smells like a wooded version of hell.

The smell of the trees and dirt mixing with the smell of his sleepy clothes and the faintness of his just woke up breath.

Do something, Abrielle! Do something! For once!

Colver is my evil shroud. The awful voice that sounds like reason.

I do step back. Just one step.

I lift my left hand and swallow hard.

"You want to know something, Colver? This is what this means to me…"

I grab the diamond ring and twist and pull at it.

My hands are shaking as the ring moves slowly off my finger.

I feel an instant sense of freedom hit me.

I curl my hand around the ring and I look around.

I smile.

"This…"

I wind up and throw the diamond ring as hard as I can.

There's maybe a split second where I see it glisten and then it's gone.

"That's what I think!" I cry out. "Fuck you!"

I lift my middle fingers and smile. Tears tease my eyes and I don't even care.

Believe me, I know taking the diamond ring off doesn't change reality. The ring was more about perception than feeling and purpose.

I turn back around and Colver is as close as before.

"There," I say.

"Throwing a ring isn't exactly…" Colver stops and growls. I see the wheels turning. The man without a soul. The man without a care. The evil man… who always managed to secretly and silently protect me …

Colver's hands suddenly grab my hips.

And I mean grab.

A fierce, bear-paw-like grab.

Harder than any man has grabbed me.

He pulls me closer, which isn't much. My body touches his.

He lifts me right up, to my toes and then… off the ground.

"You want me to save you from this guy, kitten?" Colver growls. "That's what this is all about. You got yourself into some trouble and you need someone like me to fix it. You know how far I'll go. Well, this time around, I finally get what's mine."

"What does that mean?" I whisper.

"Something I've wanted all this time, kitten. Something I can just about taste on the tip of my tongue. Something burning in the back of my head like a tattooed memory I can't burn off."

"What is it, Colver?"

He lifts me up some more.

Now I'm eye level with him.

My heart slamming inside my chest.

I honestly have no idea what he's going to say next.

"You, Abrielle," he says.

"Me? Me... what?"

"I get you. Right here. Right now. I get what I've been craving for years. I don't give a fuck if that ring is on your finger or not. I have no reason to care. I've longed for the sweet taste of your cunt against my tongue and to hear you moan my name with my cock buried deep inside you."

I'm not sure if there's an appropriate response to that.

So I nod.

Colver kisses me.

It's our first kiss.

I really can't believe it's taken this long… but I understand why.

Also - I had no clue he wanted me.

Colver's lips are as commanding as his voice. They devour my lips. He kisses with force. Almost suckling at my lips.

Heat surges instantly in my body.

Colver ends the kiss in a purposely done way, pulling back so our lips make that sexy smacking sound.

That's not good enough for him.

His eyes rage. His lip is curling once more.

He kisses me again.

This time, even harder.

So hard that my mouth opens.

I feel his tongue sweep across my top lip. Then my bottom lip.

The prickly scruff on his face scratches at me.

Oh, God, I've never been so turned on in my entire life…

All those years ago and that insane tension between us. How badly he hated me. How much I hated him. Yet this invisible bubble is ready to burst between us.

And now it has… hasn't it?

Colver turns and walks me into his cabin like a gluttonous caveman with a meal wrapped up in his arms.

He kicks the heavy front door shut.

Now we're really kissing. Full on making out.

I'm clawing at the back of his neck, fearing that he's going to come to his senses and stop.

He's right. Throwing that stupid ring into the woods doesn't really mean much.

What about my heart? What about what I want for once? Huh?

Fuck everything around me.

I'm taking what I want for once. I'm getting what I need for once.

Are feelings going to get hurt in the process?

Boo-fucking-hoo…

I fear that Colver kissing me is slightly turning me into him. Like his tongue is a dagger, injecting venom into me.

Oh, God, who cares! Inject me, Colver! Fucking inject everything everywhere!

I let out a loud groan as I break our kiss.

His lips and tongue aren't ready for a rest.

They latch onto my neck.

I feel a tight pull and I cry out.

There's that slight twinge of my skin hurting.

I know instantly Colver has left a mark on my neck.

It's so fucking hot. It's so fucking wild and dirty in a way too.

Colver takes me to where he slept, placing me down on the floor. On blankets that smell of a mix of his cabin and himself. My hands fall to the floor, grabbing for the blankets.

Colver hovers over me.

"I want everything, kitten," he says. "Do you understand that? I'm going to lick it and fuck it and savor it until I'm done."

I gasp for a breath and think I nod.

I can't be sure.

There's a slight state of lusty paralysis that takes over my body.

Colver lifts my shirt up, all the way up and over my bra and my boobs.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper.

His right hand grabs the top of my bra, left boob side, and he pulls.

Just like that, my left boob is in his huge, strong grasp.

He cups under my boob and squeezes. Hard.

I suck in a breath and find myself arching my back. Wanting more.

Colver's pointer finger circles around my erect nipple.

"Fuck, kitten, I've wanted this for so long," he growls at me. "Looking at these tits hidden in your shirt. Walking around in hoodies with no bra on. Fucking bathing suits…"

He growls louder.

His mouth drops down and he sucks on my boob.

My jaw drops.

His mouth is aggressive. His tongue is mean.

His teeth grab and bite.

"Colver!" I cry out.

His mouth jumps from my boob and he moves down.

No kisses. No teasing.

He knows what he wants and he's going for it.

I lift my hips off the floor as Colver is down there .

My pants and panties slide down my legs in one swift move.

Down. And off.

Colver then stops.

He stares.

I bite my bottom lip.

His hands touch my knees. Then the insides of my knees.

"Look at you," Colver says. "Fuck. Plump and juicy."

I'm not sure any other guy in the world could look between my legs and use the words plump and juicy.

"I've wanted to taste your soaking-wet cunt for so fucking long…"

Chills race through my body.

A sense of shock hits me as Colver inches forward.

This is really going to happen.

Colver's evil, mean, awful tongue is about to lick between my legs.