Survivor (The Soul Mates Series Book 1) (18 page)

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Ross

I knew it would happen.  Neely and Lottie were already curious enough that I’d come back to town, they’d absolutely want to know why I was here.  Bringing a female with me, one that I’d publically stated was mine was only going to cause them to ramp up their efforts to unravel what was going on.

Jonas had called in some favors to do various drive by’s on Raven’s house.  Our best plan at the moment was to kidnap her and hold her somewhere until everything settled down.  Our timing was the challenge, doing it was going to make one hell of a fucking statement and could cause the whole thing to implode.  So we settled on watching her, trying to learn her routine so that if any one reported a change in it or that she was looking less than healthy, we could act.

That’s when it started to go downhill.

“Girls night!” was screamed in that voice I recognized.

Neely.

“I’m sorry we weren’t properly introduced earlier, I blame Dolly, she knows it’s a sister crime to withhold information.”  I could only scowl in Neely’s direction whilst trying to cut her off from Cara.  Fuck.

“Hi,” Cara replied back meekly, I was fairly sure that someone of Neely’s extreme confidence level would intimidate Cara, but what I didn’t know was whether she was OK with being face to face with someone who at one point was in my life.

“So, girls night…” she carried on.

“No.  Not fuckin’ happenin’ Neely,” I boomed back interrupting her, she needed to understand I was serious about this.

“I’m sorry, girls night by definition, doesn’t mean I was talking to you big guy.”  There she was, the girl I remember, obstinate, difficult and a real handful.

“Cara and I are here to spend time together, a little vacation, that means no time for girls night.”

“Oh come on! You can’t be serious?” she challenged, squaring up to me.

“I’m as serious as a fuckin’ heart attack and besides, isn’t it about time they renamed girls night to fight night,” I threw back, crossing my bulky arms across my chest.  There was no way on this fucking planet I was letting my woman loose with these crazy bitches.  It would be a doddle keeping her away from the mob in comparison to keeping her in one piece after a night at Purps nightclub.

“How about we have a girlie glam night at the Home instead?  Suggested Lottie.  Oli and Lottie Hart had survived their drama and found a new purpose in life, that purpose being building, managing and funding a children’s home on the other edge of the Hales property line.

“Done,” I answered quickly before no one could chip in anything further.  I stood a chance of keeping her in one piece if she was at a residential property.

“OK girls, we can get ready at the ranch,” Neely was fucking determined to win some part of this argument and if this was the best option, I’d let her take it victoriously.

Cara started to shuffle next to me, shit, did she not want to go?  “It’s OK you can borrow something of Neely’s, she’s closest to your size,” Dolly advised, picking up on her uneasiness.

“Great!” Neely jumped, “Let’s go now.”

I watched Jonas wander to Dolly and say goodbye.  It was intimate, those two communicated on a level that said ‘solid for eternity.’  When he lifted his head and gave me a nod, I knew he’d told her to stay with Cara and run like fuck if anything felt off.

I turned to Cara, wrapped her in my arms and ran my nose along her ear.  “Don’t drink baby, stay sharp and I’ll be over later, as will all of their men.  They know these nights grow rapidly out of control.” I kissed her softly, “Fuck girls night,
we
need a night.”

I felt her body quiver and knew with more certainty than the sun setting that I’d be seating my now semi-hard cock inside that beautiful body of hers the first opportunity I got.  They then left.

“Watch the rugrats, I’ll be ten minutes, I want Chris and Oli informed,” and then Jonas fucking left too.

He left me, just like that, he left me with his kids.

Like there was a dinosaur stood behind me, I slowly pivoted on the spot and faced two things I had no idea what to do with.

A and B.

I’d faced criminals, judges, mobster’s wet work specialists and felt less terror than I did right now.

“Fuck.”

“Bad word!” one of them shouted.

“How about we don’t mention that to your mom?” I pleaded and one of them stepped forward.

“Daddy says that too,” said the other smiling.

And just like that I relaxed, chuckling to myself.

When Jonas returned I was knee deep in what was apparently Ballroom Barbie and plastic hand grenades.  Boy, were these girls individuals.

Sometime later we drove over to Lottie and Oli’s place, I’d not been back since he’d built the ranch home for him, Lottie and her new found brother Carter.  In a gesture of complete coupledom he’d proposed by building her a residential home for ‘at risk’ kids.

At risk kids…sounds like some where we could stash Raven.

I didn’t dwell on that anymore, my brain was preoccupied with the fact that I was riding shotgun in a 4x4 that was one step away from armor plated, with Jonas and two kids singing along in the back to Sesame Street.  Amazing, the boys from his unit would shit bricks if they could see this.  Jonas who could snap an enemy body in two, and had more times than me, was one step away from Soccer dad.

The women weren’t outside when we got there, they were still inside the house, doing girl shit and gossiping no doubt.  Lottie had delayed getting them ready because she’d given them the tour of the home.  All the kids were occupied doing something in the massive yard, whilst Oli was manning an industrial sized grill.  “Welcome back man,” he said to me whilst flipping sausages.

“Nice place.  Congrats on the life plan.”  He smiled at my words, another content motherfucker.

I could do this, I could give up danger and poking death on a daily basis for this, normal.  I just had to make sure Cara would be down with that too.

Twenty minutes later, I felt the air change and all the men around me became alert.  When I saw what had them twisted up I couldn’t believe my eyes.

The women, our women, all tricked up and ready for an imaginary night on the town.  I didn’t pay any real attention to the others, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from Cara.  “Fuck me.”

“And another one bites the dust,” laughed Sonny Marks, still the single guy in the pack.

This was a Cara I’d never seen and I figured she was as close to Antonia as she was comfortable, she was so stunning that I could feel my cock and balls tingle, stirring with life.

Her normal bobbed hair was shiny and styled, it was teasing me so much that I wanted to push my fingers through it and tug, hard.  Tug her hair so I could keep her head positioned just right, giving me the scope to take her lips and leaving her with only one option, submit to it.  The beautiful eyes I’d only rarely seen sparkle now looked vibrant and bright, I knew I wanted to stare into them as I made her feel intense pleasure.   I’d become used to her tits in a sports bra, now they were plump and perky, begging me to sink my teeth into them.  The urge to bite and mark her skin was causing my cock to push painfully against the zipper on my jeans.

The legs I’d watched running, the muscles I’d seen working hard were now shiny and moisturized.  I bet they were smooth and smelt fantastic, the longing to run my tongue and fingers the length of them, until I hit her center was destroying my restraint.  The dress Neely had found for her was short and tight and it did nothing to quell the beast inside me. 

“Fuck,” I muttered again as she landed in front of me, she was wearing fuck me heels.  For once I didn’t have to look down at her and wait for her to tilt her head and look up at me.  Now she was closer to my face than she’d ever been and I liked it.  I couldn’t resist it, her lips were covered in something glossy and I needed to taste them.

I reached around grabbing her hip until we were flush together and sucked her lips into mine.  I heard the briefest whimper when I forced my tongue into her mouth.  Shit, I was losing all coherent thought and sense, I wanted to drag her out and plough into her body until she realized the reaction she’d caused in me was her fault.

It was going to be an effort to remain social under these circumstances.  “Honey, I need to visit the bathroom,” she whispered, her eyes glistening and her cheeks pink with need.

“Don’t be long,” I growled and watched her wander off.  My eyes followed her, her ass, her fucking ass was magnificent.  I felt bewitched by it all.

“You can thank me tomorrow,” I heard from beside me.

Neely.

“Hmm,” was as good as my mind was capable of conjuring up, I was still watching that ass strut across the yard.

“I like her.  I’m happy for you.”  Hearing her say those words shocked me out of my trance.  Neely could see it, my dad could see it, I knew it and now it was time for me to make Cara believe it.

I wanted her in my life.

“Back in a min,” I said, targeting my woman and following her across the yard.  My giant stride meant that she was just closing the bathroom door when I got to her.

“Ross, what the…”

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.  I need you now.”

“What!”

“Hands on the edge of the wash basin baby.”

“But… I… What?” she looked at me completed confused.

“Gonna fuck you, now.  That dress, the shoes, hell, just you.  I need to be inside you now.”

“We can’t, not here, what if…”

“Hands on the fuckin’ basin,” I repeated.  This time she obeyed and as soon as she was holding on and looking at me in the mirror, I smoothed my hands up the back of her legs.  Next, I kicked her feet apart, so she was wide and ready and pulled her back towards me by her hips.  The smallest squeak of surprise left her lips and that just made me harder.  “It’s gonna be quick baby, I’m in danger of nuttin’ in my fuckin’ pants if we don’t do this now.”

Quickly I pushed her tight dress up, dragged her panties to the side because I really was about to lose it.  My cock was heavy when it finally fell into my palm as I stroked two fingers along her seam, “Good.  Wet.”  I slowly entered her from behind and watched her eyelids droop and cover her lust laden pupils.  “Eyes, baby.  Keep them on me, let me show you what you do to me, what you mean to me.”

Then I unleashed the frustration she’d caused with her perky tits, tight ass dress and pretty hair.  It wasn’t long before her pants of pleasure turned into little erotic screams.  I couldn’t let the others hear us, she wouldn’t thank me for that, so I covered her mouth with my palm and this only intensified her gratification.

“Sssh,” I whispered, stopping and staring at her in the mirror until she understood.  I went to remove my hand and she stopped me, covering it with her own to keep it in place.  Taking the two fingers I’d teased her with just moments ago, into her mouth and sucking them.  “You horny little minx.”  Seeing her want to be restrained and obstructed by me, had me quivering.  I started to rut into her again, feeling afraid that I was going to finish first.

No way could I have that and with her mouth still stuffed full with my thick fingers, I stupidly looked down at my cock repeatedly disappearing into her pussy.  “Fuckin’ beautiful,” a sight which made fighting off my building orgasm harder.  Without thinking, I ripped my free hand from her hip and spanked her ass cheek causing Cara to bite down deeper on my fingers and cum with a muffled squeal.

The feeling of her already tight pussy, closing around my engorged cock was enough to set the play in motion.  With one last rally forward, I stayed planted inside her and gritted my own teeth in an effort to quell the roar that I needed to release along with my seed.

Both of us were breathing intensely and I kept watching her as I pulled out of her.  She looked sad to have lost our connection as I began to grab and wet some paper towels, in an effort to help clean her up.  “When your shit is over I want you to stay with me.  I’ll give notice at work.  I want to be with you Cara, what we have is worth it.  Tell me you’re on board.”

Cara went to open her mouth when my cell phone rang.  “Shit,” I pulled it from my pocket and read
number withheld
in the display.  “Yeah?” I barked down the mouthpiece, feeling unhappy at the bad timing of the intrusion.

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.  It’s not.”  Said the male voice and then the line went dead.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Ross, what is it?” Cara asked me, sensing something wasn’t right.

“No idea, just some guy ramblin’ about ‘caring an awful lot and nothing getting better.’  The number wasn’t listed.”

I saw Cara go still, “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful, nothing is going to get better.  It’s not.”

“Yeah, that sounds like it.  What’s it mean?” I asked her, almost afraid of the answer.

“It’s from The Lorax, Dr. Seuss again.  It means when you become apathetic you won’t take the initiative to right the situation.  I used to think it described me and my father.  If you have a possession and it’s broken and you don’t bother to get it fixed then it means you clearly don’t like it.   He thought I was broken and backed away.  There was no effort to understand why, no effort to understand me, he just backed away because he wasn’t that bothered.”