Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) (4 page)

My mind swirled with thoughts of Chris. I was
confused, but for some reason I wasn’t afraid of him at all. Shouldn’t a person
be afraid of a man who had a house full of guns? There was just something about
him
when he was there next to me; I could
feel he was not some evil monster.

I could be wrong though. There was that man in the bar
when I was out with my friends. I thought he seemed like a totally nice guy.
Then before the night was over, I watched as he punched and
choked
another man until the police were called
and took him away to jail. So maybe I wasn’t that good at telling a good guy
from a bad one. My body said he was a good guy for sure…my mind was trying to
talk me out of it.

I watched out my bedroom window as the lights in
Chris’s house turned on and then off again. He seemed to have moved the bags
into the second bedroom and had the light on in there for a good twenty minutes
before he turned it off. I then watched as the light in his kitchen came on and
his face appeared at the kitchen sink. He was doing dishes. It struck me as odd
that a man who just unloaded probably six bags of guns into his
house
was now domestically washing his dishes.

Laughing to myself, I finally laid down. My sleep
schedule had been off for weeks. Really, it had been off since that night out
drinking with Rebecca and my other friends. Now I was up until three or four in
the morning almost every night and sleeping until noon during the day. I didn’t
mind the schedule very much, but it just made me feel a bit lazy.

Tomorrow I would again have to stay up late because I
needed to hike into the woods to get my final photograph for my show. I had
scoped out the perfect spot at the top of a steep hill. If I lay just right on
the hill, I will be able to see the Milky Way, a huge fir
tree,
and a half moon. I was hoping the moon
would have a
ring
of red around it like
the forecast I followed had suggested. But there was no way to confirm that for
sure. I would just have to see if the weather worked in my favor.

I slept in the next day and waited until after ten at
night to hike into the woods. Throughout the
day,
I had looked for Chris, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided against
stopping by his house. The thought of all those guns inside was freaking me out
a bit. As I walked to the wooded area I couldn’t help but look up at the stars;
they were beautiful and there was not a cloud in the sky. The moon was perfect
also. It had the red
ring
around it and I
couldn’t have asked for a more perfect picture to end my show with.

I moved slowly and deliberately up the wooded hill. It
was much steeper at night than it had been during the day. Without being able
to see each step I was taking, it made me extremely uncomfortable. I let my
foot settle into each step, ensuring that my boots had a firm grip on the land
before moving. It was hard to see if something was loose or if I was about to
run into a branch or anything like that. I kept my arms out to ensure I didn’t
run right into something.

The
higher
I got
up the hill, the
more light
from the moon shown down
on me. I could see my way much easier when I got near the top.
Finally,
I stood and enjoyed my perfect view. I
took a couple pictures standing and then lay in the spot I had thought was
going to be perfect. I took more and more pictures trying to find that feeling.
I wanted the feeling that I had my perfect picture, but it eluded me.

I repositioned myself to the side of the hill that I
had climbed up, hoping that my perfect picture would be there. I took more and
more pictures. Nothing! None of them looked like I wanted. I tried to
reposition myself again, but as I moved my foot I slipped on a rock and went
tumbling down the side of the hill. Head over feet, I tumbled at least three
times before my leg struck a tree and stopped my momentum. The shock of the
moment had me screaming out in pain.

As I calmed
myself,
I started to realize I wasn’t actually in a lot of pain. I inventoried my body
from my head to my toes. I had a gash on my forehead that seemed to be bleeding
pretty profusely but most everything seemed to be working alright. My ankle was
probably broken, as it hurt horribly when I tried to wiggle it.
All in all,
I wasn’t in that bad of shape. I
felt around for my camera and it was still strapped around my neck. Then I
looked up at the moon.

This was the perfect picture, I held the camera up and
snapped a couple frames.

“Are you
alright
?”
I heard a voice yell from the bottom of the hill.

“Yes!” I yelled back. “I’m just taking pictures and I
slipped. I think I broke my ankle.”

“Katelyn?”

“Yes,” I said tentatively.

Within a
minute,
Chris was standing there. It amazed me at how fast he was able to climb up that
hill. I had taken at least twenty minutes and he just moved swiftly and with
precision, just fast quick steps up the hillside and straight to me.

“What are you doing up here in the middle of the night?”
Chris scolded me.

“I had to get a photo.”

“I hope it was worth it, you look like you almost died.”

He took off his shirt and pressed it up against my
head. Again with the shirtless body, it was an immediate distraction. Even in
my state of pain, I could still appreciate the defined muscles of his body.

“It was,” I smiled.

I then pulled my camera up and clicked a photo of him
standing over me. It was an innocent photo, just for fun. The look that filled
his eyes was nothing at all fun though.

“Delete it,” he demanded.

“Oh why, you look so chivalrous coming to my rescue,”
I joked.

The joke did not sit well with him at all. A scowl
came across his face and his eyes hardened. I really had no choice but to
delete it. I was no match for him.

“Thank you.”

His face softened right back up the second I deleted
the photo.

“I don’t think I can walk, my ankle is hurt.”

“
Well,
I’m sure
we can figure something out.”

Without another
word,
his arms swept under me and lifted me up. I held on for dear life and he made
fast work of descending the large hill. His power was more than I could have
imagined by looking at him, or even when I touched him. Each muscle moved
precisely with the others and he seemed to not even need to look out for the
trees. He moved with large steps around all the obstacles until we reached the
bottom of
the hill.

“I can try walking from here so you can rest,” I said
as I saw sweat forming on his brow.

“That’s ridiculous. Just hang on, we’ll be home soon.”

He didn’t even consider my idea. His arms continued to
hold me firmly against his body as he made his way down the sidewalk back toward
our homes. I watched him as he walked and there was a determination in his face
that I had not seen on another person ever. I know that I must have been heavy
by now. Even my tiny frame would wear on a normal person. Chris seemed a little
superhuman
. His muscles bulged as he
walked with big strides. It took about ten minutes and we were finally at my
door.

“Set me down, I can walk from here.”

“Where’s your key?”

“It’s unlocked.”

“Really Katelyn, you leave your door unlocked in the
middle of the night?”

He scowled me again, but I just smiled as he brought
me in and set me down on the couch. I waited for him to sit down next to me. He
had to have been exhausted, but he never stopped to rest. Instead, he went to
the bathroom and looked through the cabinets, coming back with my small first
aid kit.

“How bad is it?” I asked as he looked at my head.

“You’ll live,” he smiled.

I sat there with my lips only inches away from his
stomach as he stood and cleaned up my head cut. Every part of me yearned to let
my lips touch his body.
I imagined
the
salty taste of his sweat on my lips.

I licked my lips.

“Don’t move, I’m cleaning this.”

“I’m sorry,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

“Stop smiling. You could have been really hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

He finished up with my head and moved to my ankle. As
he pushed on
it,
and maneuvered
it, I didn’t feel like it was as bad as I first
thought.

“Severely bruised and possibly sprained, but I don’t
think it’s broken.”

“Thank you,” I said as I licked my lips again.

It was unconscious at first, but as I finished licking
them,
I realized how intently he was
watching my lips. He wanted them. Our eyes locked onto each. His eyes had
hunger
in them that I couldn’t describe. The
best way I think would be the feeling of lust. My breath quickened as he moved
closer to me. He sat down on the
footstool
and let his hands gently touch my knees.

“You’re welcome,” Chris said as his eyes panned down
to my thighs.

I had been wearing some tan hiking shorts and a white
tank top. They both now had splatters of blood on them. Without warning, Chris
thrust my legs apart and moved down onto his knees in between them. He left his
hands on my thighs as he leaned in and kissed me.

This time the kiss didn’t start sweet at all. It was
filled with passion and desire. He acted like he couldn’t hold it in another
second and had to taste me. Chris wrapped his hands around my ass and pulled me
in tight against him. His mouth wrapped around mine and his tongue searching
throughout my mouth. His hands reached around to my tank top and grabbed the
bottom of it, slowly pulling it up and over my head. My white lace bra was
exposed, but he made quick work of releasing me from it.

I turned my neck to the side as Chris let his mouth
move from my lips down the nape of my neck. Soon he reached my nipple and
pulled it into his mouth tightly. The force at which he sucked sent tingles of
pain and desire throughout my body. He sucked hard and I arched my back to
press
into
the motion. The more he
sucked,
the more I pressed toward him. I could
have cum right there if he had continued with that hard sucking motion.
Instead, he let his lips move down my stomach and gently pressed me back onto
the couch. He lingered
around
my waist to
my shorts as his hands slipped up and unbuttoned them.

“Lift,” he ordered.

I obliged him and lifted my hips off the couch. He
pulled my shorts and panties off in one swift motion.

His hands thrust my hips apart and his lips kissed up
my thighs to my wetness.

I inhaled, trying to catch my breath. I wanted him so
badly. I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.

If I thought he was good at kissing, that was nothing
compared to his other oral skills. I held
on to
the couch as my body pulsed against his tongue. He moved fast and hard, then
slow and soft. I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next. My
body didn’t know either. I could feel the build-up and I tightened my thighs
around him to try and slow his progress. There was no stopping him though; he
grabbed my ass and held me tightly against his tongue. I tried to pull away,
but that just made him more determined.

As my body started to fill up and I couldn’t take
another moment, I relaxed and let myself cum and a shiver of ecstasy flowed
through me. Surely he would stop now; I had just given in to his pleasure. He
stood up quickly and I could see the bulge in his pants. His desire for me was
strong and I felt the same. I wanted him. Even after the shiver of the
explosion
, I still longed to feel him inside of
me.

Without
hesitation,
he threw my naked body over his shoulder
and
he made his way up the stairs toward my bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I giggled. I was feeling a bit
silly with my bare ass in the air.

“Quiet down,” he laughed as he swatted my butt.

He gently threw me onto the bed then stood there
looking at me. The hard desire of his eyes was no match for me and I looked
away. I heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of them hitting the ground
and my curiosity got the best of me.

I looked with the intention of only glancing quickly,
but when I saw him standing there in all his glorious hardness I couldn’t look
away. His body was chiseled even more than I could have imagined. Muscles
stretched over every last part of him. I watched as his cock stood erect for me
and without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.

The action seemed to set off a burning need
in
him and Chris was on top of me within
seconds. His swift movement to fill me up had me gasping for
breath.
He grabbed my chin and pulled my face
so I was looking right
into
his eyes as
each thrust of him made me moan with pleasure. His deep brown eyes watched me
intently as he thrust harder and harder.

I tried to look away as I felt my body rock with
another explosion only moments away. But he wouldn’t allow it. He held my chin
firmly and made me face him as his thrusts got harder. My moans got louder and
I closed my eyes. If he wouldn’t let me turn away, at least I could close my
eyes to avoid the intense heat of his gaze.

As my body started to tighten
up,
I stopped moving in motion with him. I could feel the rapture
building from my thighs up to my stomach.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded.

I did as he said. With our eyes locked
together,
I felt the second explosion of the
night. My body shook with pleasure as he thrust one final time deep inside of
me. My legs felt like rubber as he lowered himself on top of me and we kissed
gently. I could hardly move as he slid next to me and lifted my head to rest on
his arm.

Not another word was spoken and I quickly drifted off
to sleep. My body was exhausted from all that had happened in the space of a
few hours. Falling, bleeding from my cut head, hurting my ankle, and his
torturous techniques all had my body feeling more exhausted than I ever remembered
feeling.

When the sun finally blazed its way into my window, I
felt around the bed for Chris. My eyes still closed I quickly could tell that
he wasn’t there. A deep sigh filled my lungs.

Then my hand ran across a noted that was in the empty
spot next to me.

The note read:

Beautiful
girl. I didn’t want to wake you.

He was gone.