After that night there was another shift in our relationship. She was more relaxed, more open and her smiles came easier these days. I didn’t ask, just went with it. As long as the pussy stayed on tap I was fine with whatever.

Friday morning I woke up with the ass crack of dawn and she was still in bed with me. That was rare since she likes getting up with the damn birds that were always singing outside our bedroom window.

“You okay?” I looked at the clock before turning to her, pulling her into me so she could feel my morning wood. She moaned and got closer, throwing her leg over mine.

I took that as an invitation and ran my hand between her thighs. She was soft and wet and my fingers slid into her pussy easily. “Get up here.” She moved like her ass was on fire, climbing over me.

I pulled her up my chest and held her ass in my hands with her pussy over my mouth. “Sit!” She sat on my tongue and grabbed onto the headboard.

I sucked that shit like a peach, juice running down the corners of my mouth and took her to her happy place.

My cock was standing tall and proud when I pushed her back down my stomach and nailed her. She made an umph sound when my boy stuffed her to the hilt and it was on.

I like fucking her this way, I can control her hips. I pulled her on and off my cock hard and fast while she was still riding high from her tongue fuck orgasm, bringing her off again so I could get mine.

Sure as fuck I don’t last that long in the mornings anymore. I think it’s because I go too long without fucking her during the night, what with sleep and all.

This morning was no different. I pulled her down so I could tongue and lick her nipples and her pussy did aerobics on my dick.

She shook like she was being electrocuted when I ran my finger through the crack of her ass and gushed all over my shit. I knew what that meant so I dropped her tit and took her mouth just as the first volley of cock cream shot off inside her.

She was in some kinda mood this morning because she wouldn’t let me end the kiss, but whined in her throat when I tried.

I calmed her with a soothing hand up and down her back until she came down, and we laid there still connected until it was almost time for her to go.

I went down to make her breakfast while she grabbed a quick shower, something I was now in the habit of doing with my house trained ass. It was a part of our daily routine, breakfast together.

She wolfed down her food and ran out the door with her hair wet after a rushed kiss and a hurried goodbye.

I busied myself the rest of the morning, minding my own business. I wasn’t as bored as I had been when I first moved to Mayberry but there were still some things I liked to do to keep from losing my fucking mind.

Around noon there was some kinda static on the police scanner I keep around just for kicks. I usually ignore that shit because it’s always about a deer or some shit getting trapped on somebody’s property. Or some other benign bullshit that I didn’t even know existed outside of the movies. Think Deliverance.

Today though the shit was so constant I took notice and got the shock of my life. I only heard the name of her company and my heart went cold.

I picked up the phone and called her but it went to voicemail. I had her office number on speed dial and called that next. The person on the other line sounded distressed and my blood pressure went sky high.

“This is Carrie’s husband, where is my wife?”

“Sir, there’s been a situation.”

“What kind of situation, where is she?” Stay calm Tyler.

She gave me a quick rundown and I ran up the stairs to my safe. I grabbed my gun and headed down the stairs taking those shits three at a time.

I slammed out of the driveway going ninety and didn’t stop until I reached the address she’d given me on the phone.

The sheriff was there along with one of his deputies. That’s about the size of the police force here. Perfect relocation spot for someone like me.

“Sheriff?” I jumped out of my truck and approached him. He was standing outside his car looking lost as fuck. Not what I wanted to see given the situation.

“Oh, Tyler, uh Mr. MacGyver you’re here.”

“What’s the status?”

“We’re waiting for the state police.”

“Is he armed?”

“He says he is and the wife said he owns a couple firearms.”

“My wife is in there.”

“Yes sir I know that.”

“With a man with a gun.”

“The state troopers should be here soon.” He looked scared out of his fucking mind. One of the reasons this was the perfect place for me to move to, but…

“You have the blueprints to this place?” He looked at me like I was speaking Dutch. “Never mind.” I pulled out my phone and typed the address into Google.

Knowing my girl every room had been photographed and uploaded on the company website. Sure enough it was all there.

Google aerial map gave me what else I needed. I took the keys from my truck and headed out at a jog down the short driveway. I went to the corner and turned down the next street and back around.

There was nothing but woods backing the houses. Those shits look easy on a screen but they’re hell in real life.

I looked down at my sneakers wishing I’d chosen boots instead but it was too late for that. I didn’t let myself think about what she must be feeling, how scared she must be. My only thought was getting to her and getting her out of there.

Apparently the people who owned the house she was showing were in the middle of a divorce. The husband, not wanting to lose his home, had ambushed Carrie and the couple she was showing the place to and were now holding them at gunpoint. I tried, I really fucking did, but this is the limit.

It took me twenty minutes to jog through the woods to the back of the house. There was a backyard fence that I needed to go through to get to the house.

Keeping myself low I made a run for the property line and crawled the rest of the way until I hit the fence. A quick look showed that it was one of those homes with French doors all along the back.

Who the fuck does that shit? Why would you want the outside world in your shit like that? I had no idea where they were in the house but I know she was in there way too fucking long.

The troopers had yet to arrive, surprise-surprise. I made it inside the fence and came up on the kitchen. I didn’t dare raise my head to take a peek less that’s where they were.

Thinking fast I rung off a shot and heard running feet inside. Then raised voices. “Who’s shooting out there, stop shooting.” Asshole was probably looking out the windows in the front.

I gauged their position to be in the living room which was only one room away, but there was a little breakfast room off the kitchen with its own door.

It took me two seconds to jimmy the lock and I was in. I toed off my shoes and crept silently along the wall, controlling my breathing so that I didn’t make a sound.

I saw her sitting on the couch white as a sheet. I didn’t see the other couple, but I sensed the asshole walking back and forth in front of the windows. Amateur.

She saw me and her eyes went wide, then she started to shake. I put a finger to my lips and she looked down at her lap.

I moved into the room in one motion and pulled the trigger. He went down with a girlish scream, moaning about being shot. Asshole!

I picked her up from the couch, she was shaking like a leaf. “It’s okay now, you’re fine.” I went back out the way I came to grab my shoes, didn’t even look at the couple who’d been sitting across from her.

“Coming out!” The sheriff and Barney Fife were still standing out there with their thumbs up their ass. “You might want to get in there your boy’s been shot.”

“How…is he dead?”

“Shoulder wound, he’ll live.”

“You shot him? You can’t…”

“He held my wife at gunpoint, he’s lucky he’s still breathing. And before you ask, I have a permit to carry. You want to question me farther talk to my lawyer.”

I seated her in the truck and belted her in before walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in. She was still colorless but at least she had the shakes under control.

I took her hand and peeled out heading hard for home. There was a fuckload of vehicles in my driveway when I pulled up. Her father came rushing forward when I walked around to let her out.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see about my daughter.”

“You’re not allowed around her I know what you are remember.” Sick fuck!

“But…”

I ignored his ass and lifted her from the truck. Next the mother came running to meet us. I gave her a look but since she carried my girl for nine months I figured I could give her some time.

“You have two minutes.” Of course she asked fuck stupid questions as she followed us into the house.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” Yeah, she got shot in the head but I decided to bring her home instead of taking her to the hospital. The fuck!

I heard a car pull up and running feet. I put Carrie down on the couch and the mother went to the door. The sister was standing there and my hand went to my back where I’d put my gun.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

“She came to see her sister. You can’t keep them apart, especially at a time like this.” This bitch is crazy.

“She can’t be here, both of you leave.”

“But her sister’s been hurt…

“Oh you’re looking for someone who gives a fuck? You made a wrong turn at the door.”

I pushed her out my damn house and locked the door. Next I went to the back and turned on the sprinklers on high. Get the fuck outta here.