I spot a cubby under another stack of wooden planks and squeeze myself into it.
His voice carries over. “When I find you, do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
My body shakes so hard from excitement that I fear I’ll jar the planks and knock something over. Between my thighs is soaked, and now there’s no hiding from him. Just waiting for him to find me.
Suddenly a hand wraps around my ankle, pulling me out of my safe haven, and I’m face-to-face with my predator. His eyes trail hungrily down my body, and he unhooks the vest, pulling it over my head as if it personally offended him.
He yanks me to my feet and bends me over the planks behind us. “Open your legs for me. Now.”
I don’t even consider disobeying, and when he drops to his knees behind me, a shudder runs through me all the way to my feet.
“You were such a dirty girl, teasing me with your panties.” He trails his nose over my ass, his hands kneading my legs. “Did you think you’d be able to escape me?”
“No.” I gasp as he spreads my cheeks open.
“So you wanted me to catch you? To see this pussy you got wet just for me?”
I don’t say anything, and he smacks my ass softly. “I asked you a question, love.”
“Y-yes.” I didn’t realize it until now, but I wanted him to catch me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in the world.
Then he buries his face in me, licking and sucking my swollen pussy until I practically weep. When my orgasm finally takes over, I sink to the floor, unable to stand any longer.
And I don’t know what I’m going to do with Aarick, or without him.
When we get backto my house, I put on another pot of coffee. I’m going to need it because I’ve got to work in six hours, and I don’t see sleep in my near future.
Aarick seems to be preparing to leave when my front door bursts open. I can’t believe I forgot to lock it. I turn to see a man at the entrance to my kitchen.
I gasp at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?”
Mr. Miller drops to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and Aarick pushes his chair back and rushes to his side. “Dad,what happened?” He pulls his father into his arms, helping him over to the chair.
“She’s…she’s not going to make it, son.” He buries his head in his hands, elbows resting on my table.
I stare at him, this new development sending me reeling. I’ve been taking care of Aarick’s family. Did he know this? Obviously, or else his father wouldn’t be in my house.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller.” I reach my hand over to grasp his arm, hoping I can convey my sympathy through a simple squeeze.
He emerges from behind his hands, his eyes bloodshot and puffy. “I’m Sam. Call me Sam, please.” He turns his head toward me, blinking slowly, and I’m struck with that familiarity again that I had the first time I saw him. “And thank you for taking such good care of my wife. You really went above and beyond.”
“It was my pleasure, really.”
“So what’s the plan, Dad?” Aarick leans on the kitchen counter. “There’s nothing else we can do?”
Sam sighs, shaking his head wearily. “They said her…brain lost oxygen for too long, and she has too much damage. She’ll never wake up. She always said she wouldn’t want to live like that.”
“We literally have magic, Dad.” Aarick’s voice breaks and his eyes burn into my skin. “There has to be something we can do.”
Sam shakes his head, his exhaustion taking over. His whole body seems to slump, no energy left. “I had to come by, for the ritual. But since you’re here, I wanted to take you back with me, if that’s alright. Your sister is there.”
“Wait. What ritual?” I interject, glancing between them.
Aarick and Sam turn toward me simultaneously, and Sam smiles wistfully before standing.
“I hate for you to find out like this. I just…there hasn’t been enough time for any of this.”
And then he shifts, limbs contorting, until my little Old Man is staring up at me from the kitchen floor.
