Chapter 9: Heather
Shane seemed like an animal when he took me to the bedroom. I was so hungry for his touch that I didn’t care if it was gentle or rough—I just wanted him. I knew he didn’t want me to leave, and I really didn’t want to go, but it was too complicated to stay.
How can I explain it to him?
I had enjoyed our time together and I wanted to be there with him, but the weight of my life was on my shoulders. I just wanted one more night, one more feeling of passion before we parted ways. When he descended between my thighs and I felt his cock against my pussy, I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me again, even if it was the last time.
The thoughts of what the sunrise brought evaporated as his cock entered my pussy. I reached out and clamped my hands behind his head, feeling the first thrusts. They hurt because my pussy was still sore and it was like a reflection of the storm in his eyes. Even though there was discomfort at first, it didn’t take long for his thrusting to start moving across my g-spot and bringing back the pleasure I craved.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and one on my ribs as he started to passionately drive his cock into me and my hips joined his thrusts, trying to keep up with his fury. I stared into his eyes, watching the storm continue to build behind his dark round orbs. He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me with a fervor that made me even more excited.
“Show me how much you want me.” I begged.
He took it as a sign to pick up the pace, and I was quickly overcome by the rapture of my body’s erupting pleasure. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them as he continued to fuck me. My mind flashed to all the moments we had together and I wondered how I would ever live without him.
There was so much I didn’t know about him and there was plenty he didn’t know about me, but none of that mattered when I was in his arms. Nothing seemed to matter except the moment we were in. I felt myself bouncing against the mattress as he moved inside of me, going deep with every thrust.
“Harder...” I squeezed his arms.
He slid his arms behind my back and lifted me up, leaning back on his knees. He used the tremendous strength in his legs to bounce me there against his hips and I could meet each thrust. When he slowed down, I took over, planting my feet on each side of his legs and wrapping my hands around his neck.
I lifted myself up and down, riding his cock like it was the only thing that mattered, because in that moment, it was. He leaned back further, letting my legs buckle at the knees so I was straddling him. His hands rested on my hips as I tried to satisfy the ache inside.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said. “I could stare at you forever.”
I couldn’t respond because my body was enthralled in the moment. The first sensations of an orgasm were starting to build. After I rode his cock for several minutes, he lifted his knees and started thrusting upwards. The pleasure was so overwhelming I sank down against his chest.
He wrapped one arm around my back and held my ass with the other as he drove himself into me. They felt like they were powerful enough to send me toppling off the bed if he wasn’t holding me so tight. The first sensation of orgasm quickly started to give away to a full-blown moment of bliss. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, getting harder as his panting growls gave way to exacerbated moans of pleasure.
Damn this is good...
I knew I didn’t have much left before I went over the edge, but it felt so amazing that I pushed for more. His powerful thrusts suddenly turned to quick ones and I couldn’t hold myself back. The tingling sensation gave way to spasms and then my whole body erupted in an orgasm.
My head rolled back and I let out a scream of pleasure. He started to pick up the pace with his quick thrusts as my pussy clenched his cock while I came.
“You feel so good.” He muttered as the first stream of cum erupted from his cock.
The lubrication of our combined excitement made it easier for him to slide inside of me, picking up the pace even more. I felt another orgasm coming and I just held on as he pummeled my pussy until it was complete.
Holy shit.
I was a blubbery, slobbering mess by the time it was done, especially as the remainder of his load came out in long streams while I erupted. I collapsed into his arms and felt the sticky sweat between us. The fire had warmed up the cabin a good bit, but our lovemaking had burned brighter than the inferno of the logs. We stayed there in silence, just enjoying the exhaustion of our embrace for what seemed like an eternity in the afterglow. I felt myself drifting away to sleep and I didn’t even care enough to move to the pillow—I just fell asleep in his arms. I didn’t wake up until the sun was already illuminating the cabin.
He was still asleep, still holding me. As much as I wanted to get up and see how the snow looked, I wanted to stay there more. I fell asleep again and was eventually awakened by the sound of breakfast and coffee going at the same time. I stumbled out of bed and walked to the window.
“I can see the road.” Those words would have been filled with excitement when I first got there, but they contained very little emotion after our time together.
“Yes.” He replied. “I called ahead on the radio and made sure your car was towed. They can get it running, but the window is going to have to wait. They’ll put some plastic on it so you can drive it if you want.”
“So, this is it.” I looked over at him.
Has he finally come to terms with the inevitability of my departure?
“Yes.” I could tell his mood was darker than what I had seen before.
I ate breakfast with him and had a couple of cups of coffee before making my way to the shower. I hoped he would join me, but there was no sign of him. The damp towel on the wall suggested he had showered before me and when I left the bathroom after I was done drying off, he was completely dressed.
So much for starting my last day with an orgasm.
I packed my bag, stuffing everything I had worn over the course of our time together inside of it. I would just have to deal with sorting the laundry when I got back home. There was very little hint of the man I had spent all my time with behind the coldness I felt as he helped me get everything into the truck.
I guess we’re done...
He seemed like he had retreated into the shell I imagined he lived in all the years alone in the cabin. He drove down the mountain carefully, avoiding the tough spots on the road thanks to the size of his truck. When we hit the main highway, I saw that the ice was already melted into slush that was fairly easy to drive on.
The town was alive with people, and I saw my car sitting in the parking lot of the gas station where the man on the radio said it would be. When we got closer to town, my phone erupted with nearly a hundred text messages and dozens of missed calls. The world was finally starting to catch up with me.
“I guess there is cell service here.” I stared at the screen and flipped through messages from my family and friends.
“Yes.” He nodded. “It’ll get better as you head north.”
“I’ll be up all night responding to these messages.” I put my phone in my lap and looked over at the gas station where I saw a number of people gathered. “Wow, I didn’t realize there were this many people in Wolf Creek.”
“What the fuck...” He tensed up as we turned into the parking lot of the gas station.
It was a strange sight when his truck came to a stop. It was like someone took a scene from Hollywood and dropped it right in the middle of Wolf Creek. I saw news vans, reporters, and all of them started pointing at me. There were several people who appeared to be locals, staring at the sight. Several people that appeared to be reporters ran up to the truck and camera lights started to flash.
“This is nuts. Who are all these people?” I stared at the crowd, which seemed to get larger as each second passed.
I pushed open the door and held my hand over my eyes as the cameras rapidly flashed. The ones that weren’t snapping pictures were videoing the entire thing. Microphones got shoved in my face and there was a roar as the questions just overlapped each other. Shane remained inside, a scowl across his face. I had no idea what was going on. People were talking over each other, pushing against the crowd to get closer to me—everyone seemed to know my name.
What the hell is going on?
I looked to Shane for comfort as I closed the door. He must have saw the panic in my eyes. He pushed his door open and weaved between the mob of reporters, pushing them aside to take me under his arm. We quickly walked towards the gas station and once we were past the mob, we ran the rest of the way. I could tell by the shock on his face that he was as surprised as I was. His eyes were wide and confused.
“Why are all those people here?” I took a step towards the window and stared at them.
“You’re a celebrity, ma’am.” A voice surprised me and I turned to see a man in overalls at the counter. “You’re safe in here though. I told them I’d get out my shotgun if they didn’t stay twenty feet from the gas pumps—unless they’re buying gas, of course.”
“A celebrity? What?” I walked towards him as he pointed at the television.
“It has been on the news all day. The girl that got lost in the snowstorm.” He looked over at Shane. “And the man who saved her from it. It’ll probably be good for business.”
“Fuck me...” Shane muttered angrily.
I stared at the television screen as a picture of me was shown. There was an aerial view of Wolf Creek covered in snow, and a circle around the spot where my car was. My friends were interviewed from their cabin, the destination I never arrived at, talking about how I was supposed to be joining them.
After they got their words in about how worried they were, the news anchor cut to my parents. My mother was crying and my father was as stoic as ever. They talked about being afraid something had happened to me—afraid I was dead. My mother started to gush her thanks to the mysterious Shane Black who saved me.
I bet neither of you would be thanking him if you knew what we did.
The reporter then started talking about Shane, showing an image of him that I didn’t recognize. He didn’t have a beard and he looked ten years younger. Several locals were interviewed and they talked about how nice he was and how he treated everyone with respect, even if he was a bit of a loner.
I wanted to be in Shane’s arms. I wanted to run away from it all. When I looked at him, I saw a different man staring back at me. He had a gaze on the screen that was filled with terror—it was almost like he had seen a ghost.
“I should go.” He gritted his teeth and looked at the door.
“Go?” I shook my head. “Not yet...”
“Heather.” He sighed. “Things are about to change. I want you to get in your car and I want you to drive. Don’t listen to the news. Don’t watch television. Just drive.”
I reached out for him, but he was already leaving me. He moved through the sea of reporters and got into his truck, driving away without even saying goodbye. I looked towards the man at the counter who just shrugged.
What the heck was that about? What was he afraid of?
“Can you take a credit card?” I dug into my purse and pulled out my wallet.
“Yes ma’am. Nobody seems to have cash anymore.” He chuckled.
“Thank you so much.” I slid my card across the counter to him.
“You got lucky. Your car didn’t get messed up too bad. I had to replace the radiator, but I had one in stock, so that was an easy fix. I filled it up with gas as well. You’ll need a window at some point, but the plastic will do for now.” He picked up my credit card and swiped it.
His words bounced around in my head, but they didn’t stick. I couldn’t focus on anything but Shane. Once my bill was paid, I battled my way through the reporters and got into my car, leaving them all behind as I started driving through the slush. I had no idea what Shane meant or why he had abandoned me like that, but I knew it had to be serious. Even though he warned me against it, I couldn’t help but turn on the radio.
I have to know. I can’t ignore it.
I fumbled with the stations until I found one broadcasting our story. It started off simple enough, a tale of a girl lost in the storm, and the man who saved her.
Then I got the shock of my life.
“Breaking news... We’ve learned that the hero of our last story, Shane Black, is a wanted man. Despite being young Heather Westbrook’s savior, he’s been taken into custody in Wolf Creek awaiting extradition. Six years ago, he was arrested for assault, attacking his ex-wife’s new boyfriend. Before he could face criminal charges, he fled. Authorities have been looking for him ever since. Wolf Creek Sheriff, James Anderson, apprehended him at his cabin without incident ...”
I turned off the radio and burst into tears.
NO! Fuck. This is all my fault.