“Open them,” Chris commanded.
I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then I opened my eyes and looked at him. That was what he wanted. He wanted me to look into his eyes as he moved inside of me. I didn’t feel comfortable with looking at him while he was inside of me. I felt awkward at first as I looked at him, but then a level of intimacy that I had not felt before rushed over me. He didn’t hold back as his hips thrust hard into me. I moaned and tried to get my arms free, but he wouldn’t allow it. I felt like I couldn’t keep looking at him and I tried to look away, but each time I did, he ordered me to open my eyes again.
“Look at me Katelyn,” Chris said in a seductively calm voice.
His voice felt like silk and I got wet with each word he spoke. His eyes looked at me with desire and I knew he wanted more than just a quick fuck in his bed. I felt more from him. I felt him there with me. He let go of my arms and I moved them to his back. I held onto him as our bodies moved in time with each other. Thrust after thrust I felt my body building up to an explosion. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling.
Chris put his hand on my cheek gently. The same cheek that was now swelling up from his hand hitting it.
“Keep them open, I want to see your face when you cum,” he said.
His voice was firm and full of desire. I could tell that watching me cum was going to excite him a lot. I decided to just go with it. I pushed down my own insecurities and looked Chris right in the eyes. I held on tight to him as he thrust his body into mine. I bit my lip as the tingle of an orgasm started deep inside me. I moved my hips hard against his and wanted more. I wanted the eruption. I needed to feel the explosion and was going to keep my eyes fixated on Chris’ and let him watch my face when the moment happened.
Faster, harder, and our bodies finally met at just the right moment. He thrust into me and I let out a scream of desire. I used everything I had to keep my eyes opened and looking at his eyes. It made the orgasm so intense. I held on tight as he continued with a couple thrust and watched as my body shook with delight. I arched and moved against his body as the orgasm made its way through my body. More and more I wanted, so I kept moving my hips against him, Chris met my movements with his own thrusts and soon I had come as much as I thought was humanly possible.
I let go of his body and my arms collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. I finally closed my eyes and felt his lips kiss mine and then moved to my cheek. Chris slid off of me and lay there; his fingers traced the curves of my body as I continued to feel the aftershock of orgasms flow through me. I tried to keep looking at him but my eyes were getting tired. I felt his arms wrapped around me and it was the safest I had felt in weeks. I started to drift off to sleep. This time, I was not concerned at all about Chris. My body was exhausted and needed sleep desperately.
Chapter 45
I don’t know how long I slept but when I woke up I went downstairs to find Chris making breakfast and all the other guys were gone. The house was very quiet, especially since the guys had left and it was only Chris and I. When I had first arrived I didn’t think it was a working bed and breakfast, but as I watched Chris in the kitchen I thought that perhaps it was an operating business. The feeling that we were lovers on a secluded vacation to this old bed and breakfast was wonderful. I smiled as I took in the scene of Chris cooking and the beautiful summer day through the windows.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Chris said as he flipped pancakes.
He had on only a pair of jeans and they fit every muscular curve he had. I could stand and look at the muscles of his stomach forever. He didn’t have a six-pack; instead it was more like an eight-pack. Each group of muscles genetically perfect and like they had been drawn onto his body by an artist.
“Morning Chris,” I said as I sat at the table.
I continued to watch him work the kitchen like he knew exactly what he was doing. It was sexy as hell to see a man who knew his way around the kitchen. His hands worked quickly from one task to the next as he mixed the pancake batter, cut up strawberries and poured orange juice. He was certainly very good with his hands that I knew from experience.
“Did you sleep well?” Chris asked.
“God yes, I felt like I slept for a week,” I said.
Chris brought over a couple plates full of food and then some orange juice. We both sat there and ate in silence. I couldn’t remember how long it had been since I had eaten. Maybe two days before when I was at Rebecca and Robert’s house? I shoveled in the pancakes and strawberries like a prisoner who had been denied food for weeks. It surprised me how comfortable I felt with Chris and his new beard. It looked good on him now that he was all cleaned up. I think he might have trimmed it at some point while I was asleep also. The curves of his beard matched perfectly with the edges of his chiseled jawline.
He sat there eating his food and every now and then glanced at me and smiled. It was a reassuring smile that I needed so very much. I still didn’t know what was going on and although I was freaked out about it on the inside, I did try not to worry too much about it. I was there with Chris now; nothing could go wrong with him there. I saw the wound on his shoulder from the gunshot he had taken a few weeks before. It was all healed now with a raised red scar that had formed. My fingers traced over the scar and I looked up at him. The horror of that night was very fresh in my brain and I doubted I would forget about it any time soon.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked.
“No, it’s better.”
“Should I call Rebecca and Robert? I know they must be getting freaked out.”
“I called Sheriff Thomson and told him you were with me, he’ll let them know.”
Chris handled things very efficiently. The fact that he knew who Sheriff Thomson was, that impressed me a great deal. Chris was a smart man and seemed to think things through about ten steps ahead of everyone else. I couldn’t even imagine being able to think about steps that were so far ahead of the moment I was in.
“Okay, that’s good. I just didn’t want them to worry. How long are we going to stay here?”
“Well, I would like it if you stayed here, but I have to go back to work for a little bit.” Panic struck my whole body as I thought about being left alone in the house. I knew we were far away from where the men had hurt Chris, but I didn’t like the thought of being left without any protection.
“Will Gunner be with me? Or one of the other guys?”
“No, they need to come with me on this mission. You will be alright. No one knows we are here except the owners of the property.”
“I won’t be safe,” I said as my voice cracked.
“You will be safe. I wouldn’t leave you here if I didn’t think you would be alright.”
I felt my breath get faster as I started to panic. I couldn’t be left alone; there was just no way that I would be alright.
“I’ll just come with you. Where are you going?”
“Babe, you can’t come with me. I’m going to be down in Chicago messing up some pretty bad guys. You need to stay here.”
Panic filled my body and I felt my breath getting faster and faster. The color left my face and I felt my face drain of all the color. I was left with a pale face and felt like I was about to pass out. The room was closing in on me and I felt extremely dizzy.