Elijah

It was now early February, and the snow was packed in force to the sides of the roads. It was just now starting to look like the snow may be done, at least for a few days. With the snow came the frostbiting cold. The wind was the worst, so we didn’t go out much due to Lizzy being so little, and I didn’t want Dawn getting sick.

Kelly had talked us into letting her keep our Lizzy for a night, saying we were in need of a night to ourselves, but expected us to keep her daughter the following week so she and Kaleb could spend a night alone.

Dawn was full of nerves, which was normal for any first-time mother, to allow her child to stay somewhere without her. We both knew Kelly and Kaleb were more than capable of watching another little one.

It had been a month now since the trial of Galvin. It was big news for days on end, since the reporters couldn’t believe that the trail was so short. Most trials last for days, sometimes up to months before a verdict comes down, but with the evidence, and with the victims stepping forward, it was a no-brainer. It was better for us all. It was a plus that the judge didn’t want to spend days hearing the same thing over and over.

I wasn’t happy when the news leaked our names just a week ago.

“Hey, turn the news on,” Kaleb said right after I answered my phone. Dawn was in the shower, and I wanted a show, but I guess that would have to wait.

Turning on the TV, I saw what he was wanting me to see.

“This information has come to us through a secret source. It has been said that the FBI of Seattle has been using an undercover police officer—possibly more than one—to bring down Galvin and his fellow men. His name is Elijah Hunter. We have been unable to locate him at this time to confirm or deny these allegations; nor have we been able to obtain any photographs of him. We have called and left messages with the Chief, Kaleb Morgan, but have not gotten a reply as of yet. We will keep you updated on this as more information becomes available,” the newscaster said.

“That’s it?” I asked, not at all concerned. They would soon find a death certificate, leading them nowhere.

“Yeah. I’m betting it was Morgan,” Kaleb said.

“I’m not worried, Kaleb. He can tell whoever he wants, but he doesn’t know my real last name, so he won’t be able to lead anyone to me. I already have Tom getting a few more documents in the works,” I answered. “And no one can get past my gate without my permission now, since I put that new code on the alarm. If Morgan tried to lead anyone here, Elijah Hunter isn’t here.”

“No one can find you from your name, anyway. You’re not truly a Brown, either,” he laughed.

He was correct. I was adopted but chose to keep my last name, adding Hunter to the end. I was Elijah Brown-Hunter.

That was why I used Elijah Hunter for my false documentation while bringing Galvin down. Elijah Brown for work purposes.

Deciding we’d stay in, Dawn and I went to the pool house. She was nervous about it, but that could easily be because she was wearing her two-piece swimsuit, a huge robe wrapped around her for warmth. The path to the pool house was cleared of snow, but that didn’t mean it was any warmer outside.

Dawn wore her hair up in a high bun so it wouldn’t get wet. I carried a backpack of a few snacks and water, along with towels. I had a bounce in my step as we made it to the door.

When I opened the white door, the smell of chlorine and warmth hit us, and steam rolled out around us.

“Wow,” Dawn said, entering before me. The pool house was completely open except for the bathroom and shower area. To one side, there were a few lounge chairs against the windows that could easily be opened during the summer.

The clean blue pool, which was only five feet deep, sat close to the chairs and was heated all year long. On the other side, there was a hot tub, steam rising from it.

“I don’t use them often, but it is nice when I have the time to enjoy it,” I said, leading Dawn farther into the room.

She looked around the huge room in awe. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I sat the backpack of items down near the chairs.

“Come on,” I said, motioning to the pool first while she took off her white robe.

Underneath, I expected the swimsuit she and Kelly had ordered. I didn’t expect what she had on. It was a skimpy two piece, a dark red string bikini and hardly covered anything on her. It wouldn’t take much for her breasts to spill out. The bottoms were tied on her hips in neat little bows.

“Where did you get that one?” I asked, looking her up and down like I was ready to eat her. I licked my lips, knowing the game she was playing.

“Mandy may have bought it for me,” she said, looking up through her eyelashes at me with a little smirk. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very,” I said, trying to swallow and will down my erection. I almost had to wonder what had happened to my shy, sweet girl, but with her hanging out with Kelly and Mandy, and sometimes Emily, I was sure they helped my girl figure out ways to try and seduce me. “Come on,” I said, stepping into the pool, holding my hand out for her to join me.

After a moment, she gripped my hand tightly and slowly entered the pool with me. She was surprised the water was warm, and she relaxed once it was up to the top of her breasts. They floated up, and I could see her hardened nipples.

“Isn’t so bad?” I asked with a smile as I pulled her into a hug.

She shook her head. Her green eyes looked at me with happiness and love.

“Why don’t you come in here more often?” she asked, pushing up against me more.

“Well, before you, I threw myself into work. I had nothing to do here at home.” I shrugged, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pushed up against me. I could just feel her warmth against my cock. “Now that you’re here, I have more reason to come.”

“Is that so?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head upwards. I knew she was standing on her tippy toes so the water wouldn’t overtake her.

“Yes,” I said, right before I met her lips with my own.

Instantly, her lips molded into mine. I moved my right hand up her back to her neck, giving her support as she tilted her head back more. I took advantage of it, swiping my tongue along her mouth, seeking entrance. She opened with a gasp.

My other hand stayed at her waist, playing with the tie of her bottoms.

“Dawn,” I panted, breaking the kiss and leaning my forehead against hers, breathing deeply. “You’re playing with fire again.”

“Am I?” she asked, trying to act coy.

Oh, Dawn, you little minx, I thought. I smiled sweetly at her before pulling her closer to me. She was beginning to test her boundaries, and I was all too happy to help her discover them.

“You certainly are,” I said, bending to kiss and nibble her neck, making her squeak in surprise.

After a few minutes with her rubbing her heat along my hardened dick, I told her to hop out and head to the hot tub, where we could sit and relax. While she did that, I dug in the backpack, getting two bottles of water out, along with something special. She was more than ready.

* * *

Dawn

I’m not sure when it happened, but I was feeling brave. It could be that I was finally starting to look like a healthy human again, not just skin and bones. I had energy. I kept the house cleaned easily these days, and enjoyed spending time with Elijah and Lizzy and our friends. I wasn’t as shy as I once was. I willingly talked, stated my fears, and asked any questions without fear of being yelled at or hit, or shut away in a dark room.

I sat down so the jets set on low relaxed my muscles. It was nice to not feel sore and tired all the time.

He turned on the stereo, and Hozier began to play ‘Arsonist’s Lullaby’.

“Enjoying the warm water?” Elijah asked, entering the tub and handing me a bottle of water, already opened.

“Yes,” I said with a smile before taking a drink. “I could have used this those first few days I was here.”

“I didn’t know you well, or how you would respond in those days—if it would scare you more or help you. I would have gladly let you come here if I’d known you might like it,” he said with a sad look in his eyes.

“I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to be sore then,” I shrugged, setting my water off to the side. “I thought it was normal.”

As we grew quiet, I scooted over so I was sitting right next to him. He sat leaning back with his eyes closed, relaxing. I quickly looked down, seeing his legs stretched out in front of him. Smiling, I reached over, laying my hand on his upper thigh and swirling my fingertips there.

He opened his eyes slowly, looking at me, and moved his own hand to my thigh, copying my movements. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm hand on me before opening them and smiling at him shyly. I slowly moved my hand up, covering his hardness and pressing down just a tad, making him to moan.

“Come sit on my lap, back to my front,” he said, helping me move so I wouldn’t fall. “Do you think you’re up to playing with a toy?”

“I don’t know,” I answered once I was sitting on his lap, his cock pulsing just behind me. He had his hands on my hips, holding me still so I couldn’t move. “What kind of toy?” I was curious. I was already wet and ready.

I’d found I liked playing around with Elijah. As I became braver, my needs seem to be more prominent.

“This.” He brought out a small waterproof vibrator. It was light pink, and not very long at all. “It’s for beginners and has different levels of vibration so we can find out what you like best. If you don’t like it, we don’t have to use it.”

“Okay,” I said, looking at the thing. I didn’t want to touch it, but I knew my face was bright red at just the thought.

“Many women find them to be quite enjoyable, with more time and more experience. Just because you may not like this one, doesn’t mean you won’t like something else. They come in many different styles and shapes. This one here is jelly, so it will slip into your pussy easily, and feel closest to a real dick,” Elijah said. He laid it down on the edge of the hot tub before pulling me back more against his chest and gently moving my head so it lay against his shoulder.

He began to kiss me along my neck, his hands slowly making their way gently down my arms. I kept my breaths even, enjoying the feeling.

He then brought them back up to my breasts, massaging them through the material of my swim suit. I moaned lightly, arching into him for more.

He gently pushed my swimsuit up and over my breasts, letting them float in the water as he tweaked the nipples, making them both hard.

“Are you wet for me yet?” he asked huskily.

“I have been since we came in.”

“Oh, you have, have you?” he said, slipping the ties around my bottoms undone on one side, then the other, before rubbing my mound through the fabric.

“Yes,” I moaned, arching my hips upwards, trying to seek much-needed friction.

“I see,” he hummed, removing his hands from me to lower his own trunks.

Once he was situated again, he grabbed the vibrator and ran it down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. It wasn’t on yet; he was getting my body used to the feeling of it.

“Let me know if you need me to stop,” he breathed as he turned the vibrator to the lowest setting as it sat on my inner thigh. It sort of tickled, but I stayed still as his hand began to roughly squeeze my breast.

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a deep breath. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Even slower, he moved the vibrator to my outer lips, being careful of putting any pressure on me there. After a short moment, he moved it up, hitting my clit, making me to moan out and arch upwards.

“So responsive,” he said, watching me and my reactions closely. “You like it.”

“More, please, Sir,” I begged in a breathy voice.

He moved it down, inserting just the thin tip, and I could feel it all through my body. Slowly, he pushed it in, letting me get used to the feeling. It was warmed by the water and smaller than Elijah was, but it still felt good. Almost too good. It wouldn’t take much more for me to be pushed over the edge.

He turned it up another notch. I gasped in shock as the wave of pleasure increased, warming my lower belly even more. His hand on my breast switched sides as he began to thrust the vibrator in and out, slowly, and not allowing it to hit my clit or g-spot.

Before I could blink, he removed the device and moved me up just a little, where his pulsing cock slid right into me.

“Ohh,” I moaned out, not expecting the sensation of being full so soon. I felt him throb inside me, and my walls wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly. I would never tire of him entering me. He was warm, and all man.

“You are still so dang fucking tight,” he grunted out, slowly moving me up and down.

With him inside me this way, he hit spots I didn’t know were there. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as he pushed upwards again.

“I’m so close,” I managed to pant as he began to move faster, making my breasts bounce against the water, splashing it over the edges.

“Me too,” he groaned. He moved one hand to my clit, pinching and rubbing, while the other pulled my hardened nipple.

I cried out, my walls squeezing around him. He came, hard, squirting his cum, warming me even more.

We sat there, both catching our breaths, basking in the warmth and the connection we shared. Lately, every time he touched me—even just a little touch—my skin sparked, igniting with fire. He was meant to be mine, and me his. We were one.