Victim of Deception

A special thank-you to Cheryl Scheetz and Jeremy Norton for letting me use your poetry.

North Texas, May 20, 1910

“H
arder, Aaron.
Harder!
”

Aaron slipped his hands beneath Mary’s plump buttocks and pulled her tighter to him. He felt her fingernails scrape his back as he pounded his shaft into her. He didn’t care if her nails scarred him for life. Nothing mattered except fucking her as hard and fast as he could. Nothing mattered except for the two of them to be together like this for as long as possible.

Her breath caught. Her back arched. Aaron knew those were signs she was close to her release. He called on all his inner strength to keep from reaching his climax before she did.

He bit lightly on her earlobe the way he knew made her crazy. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me feel that sweet pussy grab my cock when you come.”

“Aaron!”

She shuddered beneath him. A moment later, Aaron followed her over the edge into bliss.

He lay on top of Mary, fighting for breath. They’d been
married for two years. Each time they made love was better than the last.

He’d never believed he could love a woman so much.

The gentle caress of Mary’s hands on his back gave Aaron the strength to raise his head and look into her eyes. She smiled. “Hi.”

He returned her smile. “Hi.”

“That was wonderful.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “It certainly was.”

“How can it be better every time we make love?”

“I was just wondering the same thing.” He kissed her softly, sweetly. “I love you, Mary.”

She smiled tenderly. “I love you, too.”

Aaron started to kiss her again, but a mewling sound stopped him. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the small bed against the wall. The shuffling of covers indicated they’d woken their daughter.

“I don’t think Katie likes all this ruckus.”

“If we’re quiet, maybe she’ll go back to sleep.”

Aaron chuckled. “You know better than that. If one of us doesn’t hold her for a few minutes, she’ll keep right on crying.”

Mary bit her bottom lip. “Do you think we’ve spoiled her?”

“Hopelessly.”

Katie’s mewling turned into a full cry. Aaron withdrew from the warmth of Mary’s body and threw back the covers. “I’ll get her.”

He padded across the wooden floor to Katie’s bed. “Hey there, baby,” he crooned as he bent to pick up his daughter. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Is she wet?”

Aaron checked her diaper. “Nope. You fed her before we made love, so she can’t be hungry yet.” Lifting her to his shoulder,
he walked back toward the bed. “I think she just wants attention.”

He laid her on the bed next to Mary, then lay beside her. Katie looked at him with her huge blue eyes…the only physical trait she’d inherited from him. She was her mother made over except for having his blue eyes instead of her green ones.

No longer crying, she thumped him on the chin with her small fist. “Hey!” Aaron playfully growled and tickled his daughter’s tummy. Katie blessed him with her smile.

A knot of emotion lodged in his throat. He touched the soft blond fuzz on Katie’s head as love swelled in his heart. He was so blessed to have these two beautiful ladies in his life.

“She’s so pretty, Mary. She looks just like you.”

Mary smiled. “I see a lot of her father in her, too.” She pulled up the sheet and tucked it around Katie’s body. “I cannot believe she’ll be five months old in a few days.”

“Me either.” He picked up Mary’s hand and kissed her palm. “Maybe it’s time for Katie to have a brother or sister.”

“I haven’t lost all the weight I gained from having Katie.”

“I like the way you look now. You were too skinny before you had Katie.”

Mary’s mouth dropped open. “Skinny!”

“Yeah, skinny.” Aaron loved to tease her. His teasing usually turned into a playful wrestling match, which turned into lovemaking. “I like your body now.”

To prove his words, he cradled one heavy breast in his hand and skated his thumb across the nipple. It peaked beneath his caress.

“You like my big breasts.”

“I certainly do.” He swiped his tongue across her nipple. She tasted of woman and milk. “What do you think about having another baby, Mary?”

A pink blush climbed into Mary’s cheeks. “I’d like that very much,” she whispered.

“Then maybe I should put Katie back in her own bed so we can start working on that brother or sister.”

Once Aaron had Katie tucked into her bed, he turned to look at Mary. She lay with the rumpled sheet at her side, exposing her naked body to him. He gazed at her full breasts, rounded stomach, the blond curls between her thighs. As he watched, she spread her legs so he could see between them. Her lips were pink, swollen, and wet with the combination of her juices and his.

She held out her arms to him. “Give me a baby, Aaron.”

He took two steps toward her.

“You cheating bastard!”

Aaron whipped around at the sound of the woman’s shriek. Eva stood in the bedroom doorway, a shotgun pointed at his stomach.

“Eva?”

“How could you, Aaron? How could you cheat on me?”

Aaron had no idea what she was saying. Eva worked at the general store. He saw her every now and then when Mary would ask him to pick up supplies for her. Although he always tried to be polite to Eva, he’d never given her any special attention.

He held out one hand toward her. “Eva, put down the gun so we can talk.”

She raised the shotgun another inch. “You should be with
me,
not this whore! I can love you so much more than she can.”

Fear crawled up Aaron’s spine. He’d heard stories of Eva’s insanity, but had ignored them. With a shotgun pointed at his belly and the wild look in her eyes, he could no longer ignore the rumors.

“Eva, Mary is my wife. We have a daughter.”

“I can give you all the children you want. You don’t love
her
. You
can’t
love her. You’re always so nice to me at the store. You have to care about me. You wouldn’t be so nice to me if you didn’t care.”

“I
do
care about you, Eva, but I love Mary.”

“
No
! I won’t listen to your lies!” She raised the shotgun to her shoulder. “If I can’t have you, neither can she!”

Eva’s screaming woke up Katie. Aaron heard her soft whimper. Sweat beaded his forehead and trickled down his temple. He had to get that gun away from Eva before she hurt Mary or Katie.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mary rise from the bed. “Mary, stay there!”

“I have to get to Katie!”

Eva swung the shotgun toward Mary. “You stay where you are, whore!”

Seeing the gun pointed at his love snapped Aaron’s control. He lunged toward Eva, hands outstretched to snatch the gun away from her.

A loud blast made his ears ring. He stumbled backward when something burned his skin. Looking down, he saw blood running from the large wound in his stomach.

“
Aaron!”
Mary cried.

She’d shot him. Eva had shot him. Sinking to his knees, he stared at the woman with the crazed eyes. He never would have believed she could do such a thing.

Mary grabbed him and hugged his neck tightly. He could feel her warm tears fall on his shoulders. That’s all he felt. It should hurt. He’d always thought a gunshot would hurt. He didn’t understand why it didn’t.

His vision blurred. He wanted to return Mary’s hug, but he couldn’t get his arms to work. He blinked and watched Eva pop the two empty shells from the shotgun and reload it.

“N-no, Eva,” he said, his voice slurred. “Don’t.”

“You didn’t give me any choice, Aaron. You chose this slut over me. I can’t allow that, don’t you see?”

Through the buzzing in his ears, he heard Katie crying. His daughter needed him. He had to stop Eva before she hurt anyone else.

“That should be
my
baby, not this slut’s! Katie will be mine from now on. I’ll take her and raise her. I’ll love her so much, she’ll never miss either of you.”

“
No!”
Mary screamed. “You can’t have my baby!”

Mary rose and ran toward Eva. She made it no more than two steps when the shotgun blast sent her backward. Aaron watched his wife fall to the floor, blood pouring from the wound in her chest.

“
Mary!”

She didn’t move, she didn’t blink. Aaron sensed Eva’s movement, but his gaze focused on Mary. It was getting harder for him to breathe, yet he had to get to her. He had to help her. Sliding through a pool of blood, he made it to Mary’s side. He gathered her up in his arms.

“Mary,” he whispered. “Please don’t die.”

He looked up at Eva. She stood over them, the shotgun in one arm and a crying Katie in the other. Now he clearly saw the madness shining in her wide eyes.

“I curse you, Aaron, and your whore. I curse you to walk the floors of this house forever.” She shifted Katie to her shoulder and rocked her gently. Leaning forward, she hissed in Aaron’s face. “You’ll be together, but will never be able to touch each other ever again. You’ll suffer from your lust for all eternity!”

Her maniacal laugh vibrated in Aaron’s ears as she strode from the room.

With shaking fingers, Aaron closed Mary’s unseeing eyes. Tears filled his eyes and clogged his throat as he inched closer to his love and tightened his arms around her. He kissed her lips once more before the darkness settled over him.