Avery
I look on as Jack does the final deed.
He uses his own bare hands to kill Adam.
Not one part of me is sad to see him go.
I know it has to be this way. It was either his life or ours.
I should feel traumatized and shaken, considering Adam had a gun to my head mere minutes ago. Instead, I feel a newfound sense of strength. I draw on this private reserve of wellness to witness the bloody scene before me.
I’m so glad Jack is here to do the dirty deed, and that the carnage of it is not up to me. I’m smaller than Jack and not as strong. If I had to kill that evil fucking sleazebag myself, I’d have to use the gun or a knife.
Jack just had to use sheer force of brute strength.
We’ve escaped Adam at last, and with him, the past can be buried.
I don’t look at Adam as the life drains from his eyes. I don’t need to care for anyone who never cared about me, either. The moment he stops breathing, I race outside.
Jack said that Buck was hurt. I need to find him.
Out on the porch, there’s a black, furry body. When I get closer, I can see Buck’s chest is rising and falling in slow, steady breaths—a good sign.
“Buck!” I call out, throwing myself down on Jack’s big, shaggy dog.
Buck perks his head up right away and licks my face.
“Boof!” he barks.
I think he’s happy to see me.
“Snow’s clearing up,” Jack says suddenly, kneeling down next to us. He rubs Buck’s shaggy head and receives some kisses, too—from me and the dog. “We’ll drive him into town soon, have the vet look at him. But knowing Buck…he’ll be fine.”
It’s a relief.
But the night’s not over yet.
Adam deserved to die. I know it’s true. But I don’t want Jack to get into trouble for killing him.
“Jack, we have to call the police. We’ll tell them what happened and that you acted in self-defense,” I say.
He grunts in agreement and passes me his cellphone. I make the call quickly.
We sit silently next to each other while we wait for the cops to arrive. There’s not much to say, considering what happened.
One thing does come to mind, however: “Thank you, Jack. You saved my life. I really don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
I’m stronger now, but tears still roll down my cheeks. There’s no stopping the pain of the situation. So many people died because of this one man. Jack suffered for years because of this one man. And I almost had to marry the piece of shit.
It’s a truth I can’t even contemplate, and one I’m glad is forever dead, so to speak.
Soon, I hear the sirens and the police show up. They come in and bag up the body. Jack takes the responsibility of telling them exactly what happened to spare me having to respond.
He tells the truth, basically: Adam had a gun to my head, and I almost died.
The cops feel bad for me. I can see it in their eyes. They reassure me that nothing bad will come of the situation. They reiterate the fact that Jack was acting in self-defense, and it’s clear that Adam arrived with violent intentions.
They’re asking me if I’m okay, which I am. And they tell me how lucky I am that Jack was here to keep me safe.
“Without him, you might’ve died. You have to remember that. All of us know Jack. He’s well-known in town as a hero. So we hope that you’re good to him,” the police chief says.
It’s hard to believe how amazing the police are being. I know in my heart that Jack’s a hero―but I had no idea other people knew that fact as well. Apparently, he’s left a mark on the local town.
I’m proud of him, and my heart swells with happiness. There’s a chance that things may really work out for us.
“I promise to be good to him. He deserves the very best,” I say.
“Then it’s a good thing he found you,” the chief says to me with a wink.
Something about having his approval makes me happy.
Soon, Adam’s body is removed from the cabin.
When they leave and the commotion dies down, it’s just me and Jack. I’m starting to feel worried about him.
He just killed someone, and I know that must’ve been hard on him. He’s sitting in front of a roaring fire staring into the flames like he always does.
I take a seat on his lap and dare to ask, “Jack, are you okay? You spared me from having to kill Adam. But instead you had to do it, and I’m worried about you. I know that must not feel…good.”
He squeezes me tightly and takes a while to answer.
He finally says, “It’s okay.”
And if Jack says it’s okay, then, well, I guess it must be okay.
I look at him hopefully. Maybe this day has brought Jack some kind of vengeance, something that he needed. If that’s true, then I’m glad he was the one to take Adam out.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He looks at me and says, “For the first time in years, I feel a sense of peace. It feels like I have closure. Justice has been served. At last.”
I’m elated to hear that Jack feels some sort of peace inside. He deserves it more than anyone in the world. I can’t imagine what these years out here alone has done to his conscience.
He’s had the blood of his men on his hands for so long and it took all of this for him to realize that it wasn’t his fault at all. Their deaths could not have been prevented. Not with Adam in the way.
I’m elated to just have my man happy. I thought for sure he’d be more upset by the day’s events, but he’s handling it really well.
He says, “I’m just sorry for not getting to you sooner, Avery. All those wasted years. We could’ve been having the time of our lives.”
“I’m not that old,” I giggle. “If you’d gotten to me any sooner, we would have had a problem on our hands.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tightly. Being in the midst of his strong presence makes me feel safe. Having nearly died today and having him save me makes me feel safe.
He’s a man above all others. He so strong and sturdy―and yet in there somewhere is a tender heart that I think I’ve captured.
I know that with Jack, he’ll only have eyes for me. He’s possessive of me already, and I know that to him, I’m forever the only one. It’s a good feeling. One I want to thank him for.
“Jack,” I say. “In this short amount of time…you’ve become everything to me. I was one half of a soul before meeting you. And then suddenly, I feel filled. You make me whole.”
He looks at me and combs his fingers through my hair. He tugs gently and tips my head back so that he has access to my mouth.
He plants the most gentle of all kisses upon my lips. And then he kisses me deeper and deeper, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, until finally, he bites me gently in a show of restrained lust.
It’s as if we both have a new lease on life and on each other.
Once again, I feel a nervous kind of pleasure at being with him. Butterflies swarm in my belly, and the fluttering feeling is enough to throw me off my game. That’s the thing about Jack: he always forces me to be vulnerable to him and only him.
He breaks away from my lips to say, “You’re so fucking strong now, Avery. When did that happen? When did you become so sure of yourself?”
I’m pleased that he’s noticed my new empowerment. It makes me feel special to receive this compliment.
To hear that you’re strong from a man like Jack means everything. I don’t take the comment lightly.
“I am strong,” I say, looking into his eyes. “Because of you. You taught me everything I know. And now I want to repay you. I want to thank you.”
From the look in my eye, I think he can guess what kind of gratitude I mean.
I slide from his lap down to my knees and start to unbuckle his pants. I’m ready to show him just how deeply I care. Specifically, I’m ready to take ownership of the beautiful cock that I know will be mine for the rest of my life.
I finally found my man, my soulmate. We have days and days of pleasure ahead of us―hopefully, alone out here in the wilderness where we can’t be disturbed.
His big, thick manhood is gleaming in the firelight, and I make it my mission to show him just how very grateful I am.