The Cougar's Timid Little Lynx (Sweet Water)

Evernight Publishing

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Copyright© 2013
Jenika Snow

ISBN: 978-1-77130-677-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

This is for all the readers that wanted Luke to get his Happily Ever After. I hope you enjoy his story!

Sweet Water, 1

Jenika Snow

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

It was the same. Up and down. Up and down. It felt good, but it was empty pleasure. Luke Landon watched the human female
’s tits bounce as she rode him. She made obnoxious sounds, was overly loud, and kept pulling at her nipples no doubt thinking he liked the sight of that.

He didn’t.

Even though Sweet Water was a small town, the females who were willing to give it up were aplenty. Some were passing through, others were new, but there certainly wasn’t a shortage of pussy around. Luke wasn’t even close to getting off, and so he gripped the busty redhead’s waist, flipped her over so she was now on her belly, and slammed his dick back into her, and had a sick satisfaction when she yelped from the forcefulness of it. But that shocked noise left, and a loud squeal of pleasure took its place when he started fucking her. His orgasm reared up, but that was because he couldn’t see her face, and just let the physical response of his body to this female’s take over. When he was finished coming he pulled out of her, rolled over so he could sit on the edge of the bed, and tore the condom off. It was in the trash, and he was striding into the motel room’s bathroom to clean himself off before she could even roll over. Luke didn’t want to think about how many males came here to fuck, because if he did the sickness that was right below the surface of his skin would take over.

After he finished cleaning up he went back out to the room and saw the female was already asleep. Good, that would allow him to leave without having to give some lame ass excuse on why he couldn’t see her again, and the only reason he even approached her was because he wanted this exact end result at the end of the night. He got dressed silently and slipped out of the motel room. He felt dirty, disgusting, and like he had just stuck his dick in a vat of shit. Not that there was anything wrong with her, because this was how he felt with all females he fucked. He should just become abstinent, but then he wouldn’t have this outlet to let his wild energy out of him. No, he would just
continue to be disgusting, fuck nameless females, and remind himself that being in any kind of relationship was just not in the cards for him. He would first have to trust again, and he just didn’t think he could open himself up to being fucked over.

****

Alice had washed the same plate three times already, but she couldn’t pull her sight off the rag moving over the white ceramic, of the soapsuds slipping along the smooth surface, and couldn’t pull her thoughts away from what she planned on doing tonight after Joshua left for his company party. Yes, waiting until he left, with the cloak of darkness to help aid her escape was the smart thing today. She would also have several hours before he came back home. She needed to be strong, needed to keep her composure around Joshua, because even if he was human he was keenly adept at telling what people were thinking by their body language alone.

Joey was in her room, the sound of her talking to her dolls filtering down the hallway
. That had Alice smiling, but then that happiness vanished when she scented Joshua before she heard him walking with purposeful strides down the hallway. Everything in her stiffened, and her lynx that had been right under the surface of her skin, enjoying the sound of Joey, loving the feel of the warm water on her hands, slinked back deep inside of her. That was the normal reaction of her wild animal whenever Joshua was near. There was no doubt it was because of the abuse she suffered at his hands, and she prayed that her animal would get stronger, that
she
would get stronger. But then again she was leaving, escaping, and finally breaking away from Joshua’s cruel hold.

Without turning away from the sink she sensed him enter the kitchen. His footsteps were soft, precise, and every muscle in her body grew taut. The sound of the kitchen chair moving across the tiled floor broke up the uncomfortable silence. There was a routine in the house, and so she put on the same face, the same emotions, and didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.
Drying off her hands, she went over to the oven, opened it, and put the oven mitt on to grab the plate of breakfast she had made for him just ten minutes before. Keeping her head lowered and her eyes on the plate, she stopped before him and set the plate in front of him. They didn’t speak, not unless Joshua had something to say, or if he asked her a question.

She knew she was weak, knew that s
he allowed a human male to control her, but what people didn’t understand was that Alice was already a broken female before she even met him. Maybe he sensed that weakness in her, thrived off of it, because he seemed to grow stronger each day. But she wouldn’t do this any longer, wouldn’t subject herself or Joey to this life.

She
turned and grabbed his cup of coffee, and set it down in front of him, but before she could move back to the sink and finish washing dishes he grabbed her wrist, halting her.

“Look at me, Alice.” His voice was low and deceptively calm. She lifted her head and stared into his cold, dark eyes.
For several moments he did nothing but watch her, and she knew he was trying to read her, to pick up on yet another one of her weaknesses and exploit it. “Sit down.” He let go of her wrist, and she forced herself not to rub the now tender skin. “I have the company party tonight for the promotion of the Charleston account.” He took a sip of coffee, watching her over the rim. “I had no intentions of taking you tonight, but Rochester wants me to bring you so his wife has someone to spend time with while we discuss other matters.” Alice’s heart started to race, but she kept her expression neutral. When she didn’t respond his face hardened. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“No, of course not. I just don’t know if I can find someone to watch Joey on such short notice.”
He waved off her statement.

“I already have Charlotte
from next door coming over at seven. So make sure to be ready by then.”

And just like that she had been dismissed. His focus was on the newspaper in front of him, and so she stood, passed the sink and forgot about the dishes, and went into Joey’s room. For a moment all she did was watch her daughter play with her Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls, and she allowed herself to smile.
Her plans to escape tonight had been ruined. It had taken her months to make sure she had a window of opportunity. Leaving Joshua wasn’t as easy as some thought, not when he worked from home on most days, and on the times he left the house he either forced her to go with him, or wasn’t gone nearly long enough to get to the bus station before he figured out what had happened. She was a prisoner in this beautiful house, on this quiet street, and with a man that to others appeared picturesque and loving.

Alice sat beside Joey, grabbed the Raggedy Andy doll, and started playing with her daughter
. There would be other times, and although thy may be a long time from now she wouldn’t stop until she was free. Her side ached, a phantom pain from the last time she tried to leave and failed. She hadn’t tried to run since, hadn’t even planned to, but something inside of her had changed when she noticed for the first time ever that Joey looked at her father like he was a stranger, like a horrible, vile stranger that avoided her like the plague. No more. Alice wouldn’t do this anymore.

****

Six months later

Whoever said running was the coward’s way out was a damn liar. It was what a survivor did, what someone who wanted to live did, and what a mother did for
her child. It was the one thing a once broken and battered woman did to start over, to not think about the mental and physical pain that someone that told her they loved her had inflicted. There was no disgrace in never looking back, in leaving behind a life that had once stolen everything from her, and had been slowly turning her into a shell of a person.

Alice may have run after her abusive husband had died,
and she should have done it far before that, but none of that mattered because she was free. She had tried once, but fear was a strong enemy, one that held a person captive and strangled her until only the shell of a person was left. . She did this for her daughter Joey and herself, because even though she could stay in the house Joey grew up in, Alice had wanted a new start, and to cut ties with everything that had to do with Joshua. She had never wanted her little girl growing up seeing her dad beat on her mom, hadn’t wanted her soft and gentle daughter to grow up thinking that was how daddies treated mommies. But Alice had failed on that account. Leaving had been the only smart thing Alice had done in the past five years. So here she was, twenty-five years old, her four year old asleep in her arms, and tears running down her face because for the first time since she had met Joshua she felt free.

Alice looked around the barren room. All she had right now was enough to fill a small rental truck, but that was all she needed. The house was small, and she may only be renting it, but it was still
hers
. She had used
her
money to get it, had taken every cent she had ever saved, and every dollar her ex-husband hadn’t known she had, and took a chance. Joshua had plenty of money, but never once had he given her any, and after he died any money that he had went to his immediate family, as per his will. He had hurt her while alive, and even in death wanted her hopeless.