Cole
I knew something was wrong as soon as Lilah turned into her driveway. She stopped mid-turn, her car barely in the driveway all the way. I slowed down as I came up behind her, prepared to go around her and pull directly into her yard if I needed to.
She eventually started pulling forward again, and I turned into the driveway behind her. There was a row of hedges that blocked the view of her yard and house from the road. As I came around that row, I saw why she had stopped as soon as she turned into the driveway.
Her house had been burned to the ground. She pulled up the driveway, parked, and cut off the car. She got out and walked over in front of where the front door should have been. She collapsed onto her knees, crying, her hands buried in her hair.
I pulled into the yard and glanced over at Micah. The look on his face, gazing through the window on his door, said it all. He was distraught, shocked, devastated. I opened the door and took him by the hand. I walked him over to Lilah and put my hand on her shoulder.
She turned towards me and took Micah in her arms. They held each other on the ground. They cried to each other and rocked back and forth, trying to comfort each other. I didn’t know what to say, but I did know what to do.
I pulled out my phone and stepped back away from them. The fire answered the question of what to do about Troy. He wasn’t going to get away with it.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” the emergency operator answered.
“I’ve got some information about a missing person who was reported a few days ago.”
“The person’s name, please.”
“Micah Romero. He’s been located, but I know who the abductor was. He also set fire to Micah’s home. I’m at the home now. It’s been burned to the ground.” I gave her the address for Lilah’s house and also told her where to find Troy. I assured her I knew for a fact he was behind both of them, but I declined to give her my information when she asked for it, referring to myself only as a concerned citizen.
“Alright, I’ve got units on the way to both locations,” she said. The last words I ever wanted to hear.
After I hung up the phone, I walked back over to where Lilah and Micah sat in the yard looking at what was left of their smoldering home. I walked up next to Lilah. I didn’t kneel down next to her because I didn’t want her to think we had much time.
“I called it in,” I said. “If you don’t want to talk to law enforcement right now, I suggest we get out of here.”
“What did you tell them?” she asked.
“I told them I know who did it and where to find ‘em,” I said quickly, trying to keep my meaning from being obvious to Micah.
“If we leave, where are we going to go?”
“We could go to my place.”
“The clubhouse?”
“No, my place,” I insisted. “I’ve got an apartment downtown. I just prefer to stay at HQ,” I said with a laugh.
“Is there anything else you’re not telling me, Saw?” She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. She laughed and shook her head.
“Honestly? Probably,” I admitted. “But come on. It’s got two bedrooms so Micah here will have a place to sleep. But let’s get out of here and let the authorities handle everything,” I insisted.
“Where are we going?” she asked again.
“Follow me,” I told her.
“But I want to stay home,” Micah begged.
“Hey, little man, there’s not much of a place to stay here anymore is there?” I asked him.
He shook his head and looked like he was going to cry again.
“I know it sucks, dude, but I’ve got a pretty sweet pad where you and your mom can crash as long as you want. You like video games?”
His eyes lit up, but then he looked back at the house. “My games.”
“What’s your favorite system?” I asked him.
“We only had an Xbox 360,” Lilah said.
“Micah, seriously? You’ll be fine at my place, man. You and I will have to play some games, okay?”
He nodded again.
“Alright, but let’s go ahead and get over there first. Come on, let’s get in the car.” I walked him back to the car and helped him in. “I’ll see you over there.” I looked at Lilah. “Follow me.”
She nodded and wiped her eyes again with the back of her hand. It killed me to see her eyes red and puffy from crying, but I had to be strong for her and for Micah. There would be time for comforting them once we got out of the way of law enforcement. If we were there when they showed up, there were going to be questions about how I knew where to find Troy and who tied him up, stuff like that. I didn’t want to be bothered with all of that, and I didn’t want Lilah or Micah to be exposed to the details of what happened in the cabin. They didn’t need to know everything, just that he was out of the way.
We pulled into the parking deck next to my apartment building. One of the reasons I preferred staying at the clubhouse instead of at home was because I lived in one of the older buildings in town. They weren’t the nicest apartments, though they were definitely cozy.
Lilah parked next to me, and I could see already that Micah had passed out on the short car ride. I got off the bike and handed her my keys with the apartment key separate from the rest, so she knew which one it was. Then, I opened the back door and grabbed Micah, picking him up over my shoulder.
“You got him?” Lilah asked me, putting a hand on my arm.
I smirked. “Yeah, I got him. He’s good,” I assured her. “Just get the door for me if you don’t mind.”
Lilah got the door leading in from the parking deck, and we took the elevator up to the top floor. I directed to her to my door while I carried Micah behind her. He rested his head on my shoulder and put his arms around me. It warmed my heart to be accepted by her boy the way I had been so quickly, and I looked forward to being a part of his life.
Once we were inside, I walked him to the spare bedroom and lay him down. Lilah came in behind me. I stepped back and took my keys from her.
“I’ll let you handle the rest,” I told her.
She smiled and laughed silently as she got him ready for bed. She pulled the covers back after she’d pulled off his socks and shoes, leaving him in his jeans and shirt. I had expected her to get him out of his daytime clothes for bed, but she explained why she didn’t when she walked out of the room with me.
“He’s really modest. He’d freak out in the morning if he woke up here in just his underwear,” she said.
“Ah, I get it. I guess we need to get him some new pajamas tomorrow,” I told her.
She put a hand on the back of my head while I was talking and pulled me to her, locking her lips onto mine. It turned me on that she was being the aggressor. She ran her other hand down between my legs and stroked me through my jeans.
“Where’s your room?” she panted out as she pulled her face back from mine.
“I’ll guide you,” I said, pressing my lips against hers again. I put a hand behind her back and pressed myself against her, pushing her toward my bedroom door.
She held onto my kutte, pulling me to her as she walked backward, into my room. I pushed her back against the bed, and she let herself fall back onto it. I closed my bedroom door and locked it – the first time I’d had to do that at home since I’d moved out on my own.
I shrugged off my kutte and kicked off my boots. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans to the floor as I walked over to her. She pulled her clothes off on the bed and spread her legs to welcome me.
I climbed onto the bed and kissed her stomach. She ran her hands through my hair and guided me slowly up her body. I placed one hand next to her on the bed and touched her lightly with a finger between her legs. I spread the delicate folds of flesh apart and slid my finger between her wet lips.
She arched her back as my lips moved up between her breasts and my finger entered her tight, smooth center. She sucked her breath in sharply as I slid my finger along her G-spot. Her body quaked beneath me.
I pressed my lips to her soft, pink nipple and flicked the tip of it with my tongue, hardening it into a little peak before sucking on it. She gripped me by my hair and pulled me against her chest, forcing herself deeper into my mouth. I sucked her harder, deeper into my mouth.
“Oh, God, yes, Cole,” she cried out.
I kissed up from her nipple to her collarbone. Then, I kissed her neck. My finger slid out of her and ran up along the ridge of her clitoris, flicking it a couple of times, gently, sending her into convulsions beneath me. She moaned and buried my face into her neck and shoulder as she rolled her hips towards me.
Her lips rubbed against the tip of my head, and I gripped myself, pulling my hand away from her sex. I pushed all the way in to the base of my shaft, and she wrapped her legs around my hips holding me close to her. I moved slowly, taking measured strokes, checking her body for cues.
It wasn’t just about me this time. I wasn’t just trying to get my rocks off with a hot little redhead with porcelain white skin and puffy pink nipples at the ends of her perfect, perky tits. I was making love to a woman I wanted to claim for my own. I wanted to feel her reach her climax before I even got close to mine.
With each stroke, I felt her getting closer. She moaned underneath me and held onto my shoulders with her soft touch. She tightened around my shaft as I drove it into her, trembling beneath me as I pulled out.
As I felt myself growing closer, I started pumping myself into her faster, harder. She responded in kind, rolling her hips against me with each thrust, taking me deeper. I felt her growing wetter around me. She closed her legs on me, squeezing me as I entered her and pulled back.
“I’m going to come, Cole,” she panted out. “God, yes. Yes!”
She dug her fingers into my arms, holding on for dear life as I sent her over the edge. She shook beneath me as she whimpered, closing her eyes tight and biting her lower lip while her orgasm roared through her body.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I erupted inside her.
“Fuck,” I cried out as I filled her with my seed. I couldn’t stop. I had already come inside her. I pumped myself into her, emptying myself completely.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. Our lips met, and I tasted her desire on her tongue. Her thighs quivered. Her muscles tightened around me. I began to slow down as the last few drops emptied into her.
I rolled over next to her and pulled her into my arms, holding her against my chest.
“I love you,” she said breathlessly, her body barely coming down from her ecstasy.
“I love you, too,” I told her, kissing her forehead.
We lay like that, in silence, for a long time, listening to each other’s breathing, to our hearts pounding out the same rhythm in our chests.
After a few minutes, I laughed. “I guess I should unlock the door, huh?”
“Yeah, probably,” she agreed.
And just like that, the moment was over. We were both up and getting dressed.
I unlocked the door and walked up the hallway from my room to check on Micah. It was instinct kicking in. I peeked into the room where he was sleeping. He hadn’t moved and was sleeping soundly. I didn’t disturb him. I walked back to my room and climbed into bed with Lilah.
She didn’t say anything about my checking on her son. She rolled over toward me and slid an arm around my waist, resting her head on my chest. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the night than with her lying across me and her son sleeping across the hall.
They were both safe, and that was all that really mattered.