Secrets (The Secret Series Book 1) (6 page)

“I don’t want to scare you, Larissa, but I think that you should know what we’re up against.”

“Please tell me Jason…is there any conceivable way that we’re going to get out of this in one piece? Just be honest with me. I hope now you can see that I am not some kind of fragile doll. I’m stronger than you think I am and I need a straight answer. Don’t bother trying to sugarcoat it, because I will probably see right through it.” I had to make him believe that I was somebody to be reckoned with and not this broken doll that was ready to fall apart at any moment.

“I don’t know how to answer that, only that we’re going to have to stay one step ahead of them. To be honest, I don’t see a reasonable way out of this without one or both of us dying. I have no interest in walking away from this life without first putting up a damn good fight. We might be able to find some kind of leverage to use against them, but that’s going to depend on what my friend says tomorrow. Whatever the Japanese lady said to you was enough to put into motion all of this, which I think means that it has some dire consequences. Let’s just take this one day at a time.”

Chapter Seven

We were driving for some time, but then he pointed in the direction of this old farmhouse and said “I want you to tell me what exactly you see when you first look at that place. I don’t want you to think about it. Just react with your first instincts. What is the first word that comes to mind?”

“Abandoned.” You would’ve thought that I had told him that the sky was blue, because he was smiling like he was loving the very sound of my voice.

“That is exactly right and we need to get off of this road before somebody spots us. The place will be perfect, because it doesn’t look like anybody has lived there in some time.” There wasn’t anything around for miles and we appeared to be the only thing on the road at this time of night. We moved into the underbrush of the driveway, seeing that it was overgrown to the point that it was almost indistinguishable from the grass that now surrounded it. “Let’s put this in the garage, so that way they won’t be able to spot it if they bring out the helicopters.” He got out and somehow removed the lock from the garage door, swinging it open and motioning for me to drive forward. Once I was situated inside, we barely made it to the front porch when the sky opened up and it began to rain cats and dogs.

At least we were covered for the time being, as he worked on the lock, until finally he swung the door open and we walked into this dusty and musty environment. “I’m glad to see that it’s raining, because that will hamper their progress in finding us.” It was then that I noticed that his shirt was showing signs of blood seeping through the material. He saw me looking at him and then followed my gaze, until I looked at him with grave concern. “It’s nothing to worry about. I wasn’t exactly truthful when I said that there was nobody outside acting as a lookout.”

“I don’t think that you should be standing, but then again you are barely standing as it is.” He was swaying back and forth on his feet, his face almost ashen and his legs holding themselves up by sheer will alone. “Come here and sit down and I’ll take a look at that.” It wasn’t like he could fight me, because it appeared that since the adrenaline rush had worn off that his strength began to wane. “You should have said something, and then we might have been able to get you something that would take care of that. I’ll try to find something in here, but don’t get your hopes up too high. If you had told me about this, we could have stopped at a pharmacy to grab some supplies.”

“That’s precisely the reason why I didn’t tell you, because we couldn’t stop anywhere without somebody finding out. We had to go off the grid and that meant that I was just going to have to bite the bullet.” I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with, but the blood loss was enough to make him weak as a kitten. I’m surprised that I didn’t notice this before. I think that he was hiding it from me with his arm draped across his chest. The only reason why I saw it now was because he was too busy with concentrating on breaking the lock to try to hide this from me any longer.

Looking around, I was able to verify that this place had to be around for a very long time, as the furniture was early 19
^th
century. I knew this because when I was in college, I had spent the summer selling antiques. The place was deserted, but that didn’t stop me from going into what was left of the kitchen to see what I could find. I was actually amazed to see that the water was still running, but you had to use a makeshift hand pump to get anything out of it. There was no electricity, which meant that I had to use the light from my cell phone to find my way around.

It still amazed me that I could actually use a flashlight app on my telephone, but with technological advances these days, almost anything was possible. “AHHHHH.” I heard a long mournful moan and went out to find that he was trying himself to administer to the wound.

“I wasn’t gone that long. Did you think that I went out the back door and took off? Now that I had given it some thought, I probably could’ve done exactly that, but for some reason that’s beyond me, I stayed to take care of him. I just couldn’t bring myself to leave him in this condition. I don’t think that was the only reason, but it was the reason that I was using to justify sticking around. In the back of my mind, something told me that my survival was depended on him protecting me.

“I…wasn’t sure…and I..I..I…” His words trailed off, as he passed out from either pain or sheer exhaustion. This allowed me to open up his shirt and touch his well defined pectorals and sighing deeply at the very thought of what we had done last night. Pulling myself out of my fantasy world, I used a couple of tea towels as makeshift bandages, before wrapping them tightly with duct tape that I found underneath the kitchen counter. I would’ve liked to disinfect the wound with some alcohol, but so far I couldn’t find any.

Leaving him there, I made a quick sweep of the entire place, eventually coming to the bathroom upstairs where I found some leftover medical alcohol in the medicine cabinet. There wasn’t much left, but maybe it was enough to ward off infection. I was relatively sure that it wasn’t a gunshot wound, but appeared to be more of a knife wound that went in about three or 4 inches. I’ve had my fair share of first aid training, but I felt vastly under equipped to deal with something like this. It didn’t matter since I was the only person out here and he would probably die without my help.

Going back downstairs, I almost tripped on a broken board, narrowly falling head over heels onto the floor below. As it was, I was able to get my balance back by holding onto the wall and the railing. This place was falling apart and you could see pieces of the ceiling cracked and showing its wear. The paint on the wall was peeling and behind it you could see that there was old wallpaper that was left behind a very long time ago. I don’t know when I last saw yellow daisies, but it had to be in my grandmother’s house when I was just a little girl.

“Kill her…why can’t I kill her. Look out…get down…incoming.” The fever that he had was causing him to hallucinate and I found him thrashing on the chair that he was in. All I could do was stand there and wait for him to calm down, before pulling back the duct tape and pouring the alcohol onto the wound. His body began to gyrate and then thrust up and down like he was having some sort of seizure. His eyes suddenly opened and he grabbed my face with two hands. “You’ve always been the one that I loved and I don’t know what I would do without you. Please don’t leave me, because I don’t know what I’ll do.”

He kissed me, but it was rushed and a little chaotic, although it did remind me of his lips on top of mine last night. I found myself getting lost in his eyes and the feel of his hands moving steadily down until they were cupping my ass through my dress. He raised it and I felt his strong masculine hands touching my naked backside, while at the same time he was tongue fucking my mouth. I could’ve easily tried to pull away, but I didn’t want to. I had wanted to do this again from the moment that we finished and was the reason why I was going into the bathroom to join him.

“I don’t know what you’re seeing right now, but I don’t really care.” He was delusional and it was a good bet that he wasn’t even seeing me but somebody else. All I knew was that his hands were igniting a blaze between my legs that couldn’t be put out without his manly hose to do it. I could see it flexing and moving inside his pants and I had every intention of pulling it out and seeing it up close and personal.

Rationally speaking, I shouldn’t have been even doing this, but I just couldn’t help myself. It brought to mind the saying that the heart wants what it wants and I suppose that was very poignant in its own way. I didn’t want him to stop what was going on, so I figured that the best way to continue this was to reach out and touch him.

“Yes, I want you…I need you…Oh my fuck…you’re amazing.” He followed that up with his tongue touching my neck and causing me to gasp and grab onto him even tighter with my hand. “Your lips are made for sin and I don’t think I’ve met another woman that can do what you can do.” Again, I’m not sure if he was actually talking to me or somebody from his past, but either way I was going to use it to feed his lust for me.

“I want you too…and I can’t stop feeling this way.” I had him out of his pants and noticed right away that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Apparently he didn’t have enough time to throw some on and that would’ve only kept me away from the prize possession that he now held in front of my eyes. Slipping slowly down onto my knees, I was now in the perfect position to look up at his glazed over expression and feel his hardness tapping against my lips. We may have been running for our lives, but that didn’t stop us from grabbing onto what ever happiness that we could find. “I can’t get enough of you and I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t go a few minutes without wanting you.”

I curled my fingers around the base and pulled up until it showed the product of his desire appearing at the tip. I didn’t stop myself, licking it off and then watching as more came. This made me hungry for what he had to offer and I craved the feeling of his cock lying on my tongue. While I put his cock into my mouth, I also had his balls in the palm of my hands, warming them and giving them a very healthy massage.

He was lying back with his eyes closed, his body giving in to his baser instincts with this droplet of sweat just appearing on his chest. I worked him over, but I was careful not to hurt him, because I didn’t want him to start bleeding again. “I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re the only woman that has ever known me. I hide my true self from everybody else, but with you I am an open book.” This was definitely not me he was talking to and I should’ve felt guilty for using a past love to seduce him, but I didn’t. I think it has something to do with the fact that he had betrayed me and this was my way of exacting some sort of revenge. It wasn’t just that I was getting my pound of flesh, but it was more to do with the fact that I wanted him in the worst way possible.

“I’ve never met a man like you before and I don’t think I will meet another one again.” I really didn’t know this man and mostly I got all my information on him from emails on the Internet. That wasn’t even him and he had used all that information to make me fall for him. I didn’t believe that I could be that in love with this man, but my feelings were very clear. “I hope that you don’t hurt me like the others, because I don’t know how much more my heart can take.”

Pulling away from him, I saw that he was towering in front of my eyes, pointing towards the ceiling and making it almost impossible for me to not take it for a ride. I was very careful and gentle, as I stood up and raised my dress, holding it precariously, as I moved into place. I looked in his face and saw that he was half out of it, but his cock was more than a wake and ready for whatever I gave it.

Taking a hold of him, I felt it pulsate in my hand, before giving out one lone spurt that hit the lips of wet pussy. I waited to see if he was too far gone to stop, but was surprised by the way that he was able to stop himself after that one squirt. I didn’t want to press the issue, but I was going to have him again, even if it meant that I had to stand here and wait until he was able to hold himself off.

“I can’t wait any longer and I need you inside me.” Opening up my blouse, I pressed his head in between my cleavage, as I slowly sank down one inch at a time. It was exquisite torture and in this way I could set the pace and determine just how deeply he went on each stroke. “I love you.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I answered it with a kiss, as I continually slammed my body down on top of his lap. The sound of dirty and nasty sex was the only thing that we could hear, except of course for the moans that were now escaping our mouths. My juices were streaming down his shaft, soaking his balls and the very seat that was underneath him.

“Yes, give me that pussy…fuck…sooo hot.” It felt like I was on a runaway bronco, as we ground and pounded against each other, until I was flailing my arms and legs in the air with my nails raking down his chest. I was careful not to leave any permanent marks and I was even more careful not to touch the very place that I had covered with the towels.

He was sweating profusely, but that could’ve been from either the exertion of what we were doing or the infection trying to break. My mind was a whirl wind of sexual delights and I suddenly found myself stopping and trembling underneath his gaze. I had my hands on his shoulders and it was a foregone conclusion that he was going to meet his end very soon.

I think we may have came at the same time, as I bit into his shoulder and let my body take me over with the orgasm that was hitting me like a ton of bricks. Lying against him, I could hear his breathing getting labored and could see that his chest was rising and falling with each breath. I moved my hand through his hair, letting myself live in this moment and not even thinking about what was going on outside of these doors.

Chapter Eight

 
“Get up…we’ve got company.” My eyes opened and I look to see that Jason was now on the verge of panic. The dangerous man had returned and I was no longer seeing his compassionate side.