Desperate Thoughts: The Gift (14 page)

Victoria entered the house and followed the wet footprints to the bathroom door. Finding it closed and locked, she knocked. "Jason what the hell is wrong?" There was no answer. Then she heard the front door close and the sounds of people in the house. Rushing into the living room, she found three young men standing there wearing evil smiles. She asked, "Who the hell are you?"

The taller one said, "Friends of Jason."

"Get the hell out of here!" she demanded.

The short one said, "Or what? What're you going to do?"

"I’ll call the police."

The taller one said, "Yeah and you can tell them how we interrupted your threesome."

Jason appeared behind her, naked, with his cock hanging between his legs. She looked back, glared at him, then returned to the three just as they were removing their shirts. Raising her hands, she said, "I
will
call the police."

Smiling, the taller one held out his phone to her. "Go ahead. Jason will tell them about how you showed him your pussy at the library and how you invited him and another guy to come over and fuck you. I’m sure they’ll believe that you only wanted to fuck two guys and not five."

Victoria's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t reach for the phone.

Watching through the window, Ethan could tell Victoria was in trouble. After pausing to think, he ran back to his car.

Back inside, Daryl came through the sliding door and entered the room. He was now wearing shorts as he stood behind Jason and asked, "What the fuck is this?"

The short guy grinned. "She wants to do all of us."

Daryl took a look at Victoria, scoffed and then said, "Screw that." Turning, he rushed toward the back door.

Backing away, Victoria stared at them terrified. She wanted to be in control. She didn’t want four guys fucking her all at the same time. "You can’t do this."

The taller one said, "Either call the police or this is going to happen."

"Wait, I…" After pausing a moment to think, she took a deep calming breath. "Okay, but I can’t handle all of you at the same time." She moved slowly toward Jason. "You first." She gave him a sexy smile.

After reaching out as if to take him by the hand, she kicked him as hard as she could. Nailing him in the groin, she missed his balls by an inch. He fell back and she rushed past him to the kitchen. When she reached the door, the short one was already waiting there. He grabbed her and dragged her back to the living room. There, two of the guys held her arms as Jason untied her bikini top and her large breasts spilled out in front of them. One of the men on each side of her pulled the ties on her bikini bottoms and they fell from her completely shaved pussy. Terrified, her eyes went from one to the next as they eyed her hungrily. Jason began pulling on his cock as the others reached to unbutton their shorts.

Ethan burst through the door brandishing a golf club. Everyone looked to him, surprised, as he rushed toward Jason and swung the club hard, down on his calf. Yelling out, Jason collapsed to the carpet. Ethan readied his club for another strike as he yelled, "Get the fuck out of here!"

The two guys kept a hold of Victoria as she gazed at her hero, smiling. They glared at Ethan as he held the club up over his head threatening to strike.

"All right, chill, dude," The taller one said as he released Victoria’s arm.

The angry guys moved away from her. The short one helped Jason to his feet and they all backed away while leaving their shirts behind. They kept their eyes on Ethan as they reached the door. The taller one grinned. "You can have the old whore all to yourself." Ethan lunged toward them with the club above his head. Their eyes widened, the short one ripped open the door, and they all ran out. Ethan rushed to the door and locked it as Victoria slumped naked on the floor. Spotting the wide-open back door, he closed and locked it before returning to her side. He leaned down to comfort her and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Slowly she met his gaze. "I don’t know what happened. I had everything under control and then all of a sudden they were all in the house and…" Covering her face with her hands, she began to sob quietly.

"What did you have under control?" He asked as he helped her to her feet. Grabbing a blanket from the couch, he wrapped it around her. He guided her to the sofa and then she lay down curled up in the fetal position with her beautiful ass sticking out. After drinking in her naked body, desperate to touch it, he fought his urges, stood and walked to the front window. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call the police?"

"No. Don’t."

He looked both ways down the street. "You can’t stay here." Turning back to her, he asked, "What exactly happened?"

"I don’t want to talk about it."

"Fine, but you can’t stay here. They could come back. Come with me to a hotel or something."

Sitting up, she held the blanket tight. "I won’t have sex with you."

He shook his head, insulted. "Did I ask you to?"

Rubbing her forehead, she looked away and sighed.

Holding back his emotions, he moved to sit next to her on the sofa and gave her a sympathetic look. "Come on. Pack a bag and we can go anywhere you want, but let’s go now."

Sitting in the passenger seat of Ethan’s car, Victoria stared out the window. She wore sweatpants and a t-shirt and had her hands wrapped around her knees with her feet on the seat. He glanced at her, opened his mouth to ask a question about what she’d been up to the last few weeks, but then changed his mind. They checked into a room with two queen-sized beds in an expensive resort hotel. She showered while he waited out on the balcony. When she was done, she walked out and announced, "I need a drink."

They sat in the hotel bar where they didn’t talk much until Victoria was on her third gin and tonic. Then she confessed, "I’m doing that thing at the library again. I can’t seem to stop."

Ethan looked at her, concerned. "You have to get help. Just talk to someone about this."

"It’s getting worse now. I started with two guys at the same time."

He sighed, then took a sip of his drink while looking away. After shaking his head, he looked back to her. "Shit. You're going to get yourself raped. You almost did tonight or…you'll catch something or get yourself killed."

Refusing to look him in the eye, she said, "I know, but I’ve got to do this for David. It’s the only connection I have to him anymore."

Picking up her drink, she took a last sip while fooling with her hair and staring out the window to the Gulf.

Placing his hand on her arm, he said, "Come back to Miami."

She shook her head and sighed.

"You can’t stay in that house now. Those guys will come back… Look at me."

Turning her attention to him, she looked him in the eye.

"Victoria, I’m falling for you…but if you want me to stay away I will. Just let me take you back and I’ll get you help and if you want me to leave you alone, I will. I’ll be out of your life forever. I just need to know you’ll be safe."

Glancing down to her drink, she swirled the ice around in the glass before looking back to him. "I do miss Miami, but I can’t live in that house anymore."

"So go back and rent a house or something until you figure it out."

She shrugged, unconvinced. "I need another drink."

Getting the attention of the waitress, he motioned to her for another round. "Maybe you should get something to eat."

"No, I just want to get drunk." Sitting back in her chair, she gave him a serious look. "How the hell did you find me?"

"Um, I, uh…" He began, but she continued to stare at him impatiently.

"How?"

Raising his hands, he exhaled. "I went to your house and made friends with your realtor."

"Rebecca?"

"She sold my parents their house and remembered them. I kind of lied to her and told her I was interested in getting into real estate. She showed me your listing contract and I found the movers invoice with your new address."

"You’re a sneaky little bastard aren’t you?"

He shrugged and fought back a grin. "I prefer to think of myself as resourceful when I need to be."

Shaking her head, her angry look melted away and they shared a weak smile.

After the waitress delivered their drinks, Victoria took a big sip. Leaning close to him, she began, "How the hell do you have the exact same…" she whispered, "penis," then went back to a normal volume, "as David? It’s really freaking me out."

Widening his eyes, he looked at her confused. "I have no idea. I guess it’s just a coincidence. I’m glad I do because I wouldn’t be here with you otherwise."

She scoffed. "You’re not with me."

"We had an amazing night. You can’t deny that or take it back. You know it’s true." Gazing deep into her eyes, he continued, "Why can’t you… I mean, David wanted you to go on with your life. Why can’t you try to be happy again?"

"I can’t be happy. If I… I couldn’t live with myself if I was happy again, you know?" She looked at him desperate for some understanding.

"What?" He looked at her like she was crazy.

"I just can't."

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he studied her sad expression. Suddenly it hit him, he sighed shaking his head and struggling to hold back his emotions. "I think I get it. But promise me… no more libraries or young random guys." He gave her a genuinely sincere look. "I think you’ve fulfilled your mission and then some."

After polishing off her drink, she looked him in the eye. "Okay, I promise."

Ethan and Victoria walked on the beach. She staggered a little drunkenly as the four drinks she pounded were working on her mostly empty stomach. She said, "You have to swear that you won’t try to have sex with me tonight."

"I promise."

"Because I can’t take it. It’s too much. It’s too painful."

"I get it," he said.

Sitting on the sand under the moonlight, they watched the waves as they crashed along the shore. He studied her beautiful face. He wanted her so badly and feeling his emotions getting the better of him, he pinched the bridge of his nose to fight them back. Reaching down he grabbed a handful of sand and let it slowly slip through his fingers. He took a deep breath and said, "I wish I could fix everything for you. You're gorgeous. You deserve to be happy."

Looking into his eyes, she brushed her hand against his face. "Aren’t you sweet." She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked out to the water. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hair touching his face. Turning his head, he drank in her scent. She smelled amazing. He wanted only to hold her and make her feel safe.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and turned to him. Their lips were only a few inches apart. Feeling her warm breath on his face, he sighed. Her eyes closed and her lips slowly moved toward him. Suddenly, she pulled away and said, "I’m so cold. Let’s go in."

Crossing her arms, she shivered as she looked back out over the Gulf.

He sighed. "Yeah, I think you really need to sleep."

In the hotel room, Ethan took a shower while Victoria stripped down to her panties and slid between the sheets. When he came out of the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts, he found her sound asleep with her naked back uncovered. After admiring her body for a moment, he pulled the covers over her. He climbed into the other bed and struggled to sleep.

A few hours later, Victoria woke up in the middle of a scary, yet sexy nightmare. Finding her pussy wet and pulsating, she looked over to Ethan who was sleeping on his back with the covers pulled up to his chest. She slipped her hand into her panties and felt her hot wet swollen lips. After letting out a soft moan, she looked back over to him and whispered, "Are you awake?"

She waited a moment and he didn’t reply. Pushing the covers off, she lay with her legs spread and her fingers buried deep inside her. She closed her eyes dreaming of David’s cock or Ethan’s cock or she didn’t know which. It didn’t matter, she thought, as she angrily pulled her hand out of her wetness. Slipping over to the side of the bed, she stood and lowered her panties. She kneeled next to Ethan’s bed and carefully pulled down his sheets. He wore only boxer shorts and she eyed his muscular body as she ran her finger once more over her slippery pussy. His cock wasn’t hard, but she could fix that. Reaching into the flap of his boxers, she extracted his thick soft penis. Apparently he was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t move at all.

She climbed on the bed, knelt over him and began licking the rim of his cock head as it lay against his boxers. He moaned quietly and moved a bit, but stayed asleep as blood began to fill his cock. When it was half hard, she held it with one hand and slid her lips carefully around it. She gently kneaded it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as it grew bigger and harder. When she tasted his first drop of pre-cum and it flowed over her tongue, she moaned loudly and sucked him harder. He woke suddenly and hazily watched as she bobbed up and down on him taking more and more of his erection into her mouth with each plunge. Shaking his head, he fought his way back to full consciousness. He ran his fingers through her hair and she pulled her mouth off him. Gazing up at him, she gave him a passionate look.