I took in everything I could see and I tried to remember each turn we made. I didn’t know for sure these guys were safe and I wanted to be prepared for my escape if that needed to happen.
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“Can you just tell me where we are going? Please,” I begged Gunner. He finally looked at me, but he still didn’t respond. It was like there was a big secret about where we were going. Obviously I didn’t know what was going on; I couldn’t tell anyone where we were even if I was asked. Why wouldn’t they just tell me something?
“We will be there shortly,” Gunner said.
Then he patted my hand with his. The gesture of kindness overwhelmed me and I started to cry. Everything over the past few weeks had been so emotional. At that moment I sat in a vehicle with three men I didn’t know and was so overwhelmed. I couldn’t take it anymore and I continued to cry.
What had happened to my life? I had been living a nice boring life where I remodeled my family home and took photos in my spare time. Now I was in the middle of murder and mystery that I didn’t want to be in the middle of. Yes, I liked Chris. Yes, I wanted him to be alright. But I didn’t want all the rest of this. It was too much for my fragile emotions and I needed it to end as soon as possible.
Gunner reached out and held my hand and squeezed it. He didn’t say anything and neither did the two men in the front of the vehicle. But his kind gesture erased my concerns that he was some sort of double agent. I could tell he genuinely wanted me to feel more comfortable and certainly wanted me to stop crying. Didn’t all men hate crying? It was that universal thing among all men. They loved their women but hated the emotions that often took control of them.
I took a couple deep breaths and did my best to calm myself.
I wanted to be strong. The last few weeks and everything that had gone on with Chris had brought up so many past emotions of Michael. When I lost him in that car accident a few years before, it had changed my ability to cope with so many more things.
We were north of Chicago now, at least I thought, and exited the interstate. We moved quickly through some side streets and onto a country road. Again, the driver seemed to know exactly where he was going. He also did not care that the dirt road was not meant for going 60 miles per hour.
We pulled into a driveway to a very large Victorian house. It was in the middle of nowhere and the sign at the front of the driveway read Sweet B & B it seemed like a very odd place to be with an SUV full of combat men. Their special forces type skills did not fit with the sweetness of a bed and breakfast. I didn’t really know what their skills were, only that they were some sort of tactical team, but I thought they all had pretty similar skills to Chris.
I watched as we pulled up to the back of the house and the driver got out. He went into the house and then motioned for the rest of the men to come in.
“We are here,” Gunner said as he got out of the SUV.I waited for a moment and then he opened my door. I stood there for a minute before I followed the men inside. I obviously wasn’t being held prisoner as none of the men seemed to care that I looked around the house and made mental notes of everything I could before I went inside. Gunner waited at the door for me as I came up the front steps full of trepidation.
I breathed in deeply and walked into the house. It looked like an old bed and breakfast; everything was outdated and very run down. It wasn’t a current, working business that was for sure. The entryway was covered in huge flowered wallpaper and there was a large chandelier hanging from two stories above. Stairs curved around from one side of the room to the other as they made their way up to the second level.
I stood there and took in everything and then felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and saw a man standing in what looked like the sitting room. He looked very familiar, but my brain did not register who it was at first. The man was dressed in old clothes and had shaggy dark brown hair with a thick brown beard. I looked at him and he looked at me. He smirked and it suddenly hit me.
“Chris!” I said and ran and wrapped my arms around him.
He kissed me and the roughness of his beard rubbed against my face. I had never kissed someone with a beard before and it was an entirely new sensation for me. My lips moved gently around his and I tried to avoid feeling his hair against my lips. Our tongues moved with each other and then I noticed that there were four guys in the room behind Chris. They tried not to look at us but awkwardly looked at one another.
“Hey babe,” he said and he grabbed my hand and we walked to the dining room on the other end of the front entryway.
He looked tired, more than tired; Chris looked exhausted. I could tell he had been busy and I didn’t need to ask him more about what he had been busy doing. It was very apparent that he had been busy trying to figure out who had found his home and tried to attack him there.
“I was worried about you. Then Gunner punched Robert and made me go with him, I didn’t know what was going on.”
“I got word that they were stalking your house and looking for me. I didn’t want someone else to grab you so I sent Gunner and the guys. Sorry if it scared you.”
“Robert tried to attack Gunner and got punched. He probably has already called the local police. I’m sure he thinks I was kidnapped by someone.”
“Don’t worry, we will straighten it out.”
I couldn’t argue with him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He held my hand and we walked up the stairs to the room he had his things in. It looked like he had just arrived at the house because nothing was unpacked. I noticed a bathroom off to the side of the room and a small closet on the other side. Probably out of habit, Chris looked through both parts of the room before he pulled the covers back on the bed.
He was about to get into bed and I grabbed his hand. He was filthy; he obviously hadn’t showered or slept in a long time. But I knew he would feel better if he took a shower. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. He came with me reluctantly.
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His normal, arrogant self was gone and instead, a gentle and kind man stood in front of me. He didn’t have the energy to be tough. Instead, he stood there and let me unbutton his pants and slide them off of him.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head and then took the rest of his clothes off. He stood there without talking and just waited as I turned the shower on and got it to just the right temperature. I opened the door and nudged him into the shower and dirty brown filled the floor as the water washed over his body.
I took my clothes off and got into the shower with him. I grabbed a bunch of shampoo and filled my hand. I let it pour onto his head and I scrubbed his hair and even his beard with it. I used my soapy hands to rub up and down his body and clean as much of the dirt off of him as possible. Chris stood there with his eyes closed as my hands moved over him. I turned him around and let my hands continue to move over his back and down his legs. Then I reached around and let my hand maneuver his cock. I could feel him let out a breath when my hand wrapped around him and he leaned forward against the shower wall to steady himself.
I didn’t keep going though. Instead, I let my hands move around his body again and rinse off all of the soap that I had applied. I used the warm water and moved it around his body until all the dirt looked like it was finally gone.