Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Ajax

We make it back to the campsite before my wife-to-be wakes. Wrapped in her grandmother’s quilt, she doesn’t have the option of flailing about.

Sleepy brown eyes blink up at me. Turning her head, she glances around, making a noise of concern.

“Shhh,” I soothe.

We’re so close; in a few more minutes, I’ll have her in our home away from home.

Resigned or too tired to fight, Lulu lowers her head back to my shoulder and settles the rest of the way to my RV. Grateful, I drop a kiss to her head.

Peering out of the woods, I make sure the coast is clear before stepping out into the open. The RV is parked close to the trees and in the corner of the lot, but we’re still exposed for the few steps it takes to get to the door.

Careful of the sensors, I step over the invisible line coming from the plant pot, one of many surrounding the van. Although soundless, it trips the first of three triggers for the RV to go into full shutdown. Metal shutters slamming over the windows are bound to bring attention, along with questions that I can’t answer.

I set Lulu on her feet so that I can dig out the key. Sliding it into the lock, I avoid the handle. That being the second trigger.

Wrapping my arm around Lulu’s waist, I lift her off the ground. We need to be quick. Opening the door won’t set off the system, but it will sound the alarm. We have four seconds to get in and input the code.

I open the door and rush us inside, then close it quickly and quietly. The keypad is right here, the light red. One, nine, zero, enter. The light turns green.

I lock the door, the sound of four locks turning into place suddenly louder than usual. Finally, I use the key, securing the last lock.

I need to see Mary.

Pocketing the key, I turn and hold out my hand. “Let’s go check on Piglet.”

Lulu eyes the door, then looks back at me.

Please don’t fight, I silently plead. I’m exhausted. I need a shower, bed, and a good fuck. Not in that order .

Remembering her bloodstained skin beneath the quilt, I feel my trousers grow tight. It’s a shame it has to go, but there can be no evidence of what happened tonight.

Shower first it is.

A slim arm peeks out from between the folds of the blanket. Her hand slips into mine. Pleased, I give it a firm squeeze.

Quietly, I lead Lulu to the left, through the kitchen and living room, down a narrow hall that houses Mary’s room. Creaking the door open, I glance in, happy when I find Mary Lou sleeping soundly. I’ve never been more grateful for the fact that once that girl is out, she’s out.

I’d normally sneak in for one more good night kiss to her head on my way to bed, but it’s nearing six o’clock. I still need to sort Lulu, and hopefully, we can catch a few hours of sleep before Piglet wakes up.

I’m hoping she’ll sleep longer if I don’t wake her at our usual eight.

Closing the door, I lead Lulu farther down the small hall, past the bathroom and to the end door.

Our room.

Pushing the door open, I motion for her to enter first.

Again, she doesn’t fight.

Lulu stops near the edge of my bed, her lip disappearing between her teeth. I point at the door on the end wall. Her hair, now matted and dirty, flies out wildly as she twists to follow my finger .

“I’ll take that.” I motion to the blanket.

When she makes no move, I practically have to pry it from her fingertips, making me chuckle.

I fold the blanket, placing it across the bottom of the bed. It can go in the laundry with my clothes and the towels we use in a minute. Encouraging her to the bathroom with a firm hand on her back, I turn on the shower, close the toilet lid, and sit down to unlace my boots, my jacket soon joins them on the floor.

Without encouragement, Lulu steps into the shower. Warm water washes over her, pooling pink at her feet.

The glass door between us steams quickly, hiding her from view, and it shatters my self-control. My plan to clean up while she showers and then to have one myself after goes out the window. The blurry shape of her body and the way she keeps looking over at where I sit is too much to ignore.

Standing, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. The rest of my clothes join the pile waiting to be cleaned.

The shower is barely big enough for both of us, but I manage. Together, we wash off her body. Our hands bump, her body shivering at the attention I give it. Mud washes off me, mixing at our feet with the bloody water. The sight has my cock seeping.

I can’t believe she’s mine.

Cupping her breasts, I kiss the back of her neck. After the night I’ve had, it won’t take long for me to explode. One dip in her tight channel will do it. I’ll make it up to her later.

Lulu pours shampoo onto her hair, scrubbing her scalp.

My chest heaves with need. Stepping closer, I press my chest to her back, and her head barely touches my shoulder.

I kiss her neck again. One hand massages her breast while the other drops to steady my cock. Bending my knees, I tilt my hips and push into her to the hilt, buried deep within a second.

Her gasp gets lost in the noise of running water.

I was right. That’s all it takes.

As soon as our hips are flush, my pleasure spills into her. Holding her tight, I fill her. Panting, I kiss her shoulder.

Lulu shifts her hips, probably sore from our earlier fucking, but I just hold her tighter. My right hand drops to her lower tummy, keeping her still.

Pulling out, I straighten, dropping another kiss on her shoulder when she whimpers. I’m a big guy, both in length and thickness. It’ll be a while, if ever, before she takes me without any pain.

Her hair rinses out quickly, and I pause my touches of her just long enough to scrub my own hair.

I am more than ready for bed, and by the redness of her skin, so is Lulu.

Shutting off the water, I step out first.

I dry her body, patting the water from her arms and chest. Dropping down, I wipe her legs, happy to see my cum leaving her.

I’ll have her pregnant before Christmas.

“Are you on birth control?” I blurt out.

Lulu blushes, glancing down at me. My chest relaxes when she shakes her head.

“Good,” I praise, leaning in to kiss her mound. Wide-eyed, she watches me. She’s not fighting me, and that’s all that matters.

Drying her hair, I squeeze the water from the brown strands, the ends curling as I release them. Once she’s dry, I turn the towel to myself.

I’m satisfied and calm to a level I have never reached before. I thought Lulu would struggle to sleep after her earlier nap, but as soon as she climbs beneath the sheets, her eyes close and her breathing settles.

I practically have to drag myself into the bathroom to clean up, but all evidence needs to go. Thirty minutes later, I join Lulu in bed, pulling her close.