Page 14 of Lake Hollow Curses

Being careful flies out the cabin window. No condom? Right now, I can’t have a problem with that.

His engorged dick is weighty in my hand as I guide him into my throbbing pussy. “Oh, James…,” is his seductive moan against my forehead as he thrusts deeper into me, is like a further aphrodisiac.

Wilder Lee has moves that have me riding a wave of euphoria as I’m clawing at his back. I think I stop breathing for a few seconds. His dick is making sure that I’ll remember this, days from now, feel that blissful ache left behind.

My fervent moans of, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…,” against his mouth are rewarded by his seductive look paired with that cheeky smirk of his. I can’t pull him tight enough to me.

From against the sink, against the wall, me wrapped around him tightly. Each time I’m spiraling, he pulls back drawing out the ecstasy. Until I use all my might to grab his ass cheeks to pull him tighter against me. “I want you to cum,” I say raggedly into his ear. Does he ever. Seeing him running out of me, down my leg, does something to me. That feral part of me purrs, luxuriating in causing him to blow.

My mouth seeks his again, as his dick is pressed between us growing rock hard again. “More… oh my God, please.” Using his cum, I stroke down his veiny cock. I’m not done with him yet… I never will be.

“Mmm… I’m not arguing with you about that.” His fingers dance across the curve of one of my breasts as his other hand plays with my clit causing me to suck a breath in. His every move, every breath draws me more deeply into him.

Our bodies, slick with sweat, are intertwined. His voice is spellbinding, “I’m not going to last, if you keep grinding on me like that.” But I can’t help myself. He pulls back, sitting me on the edge of the sink. He dives back in for a kiss that makes my heart skitter about in my chest. “Fuck… I can’t stop.” He grabs me, pulling me back onto his rigid dick.

I’m sure anyone at The Bends can hear us when we climax, because the sound I make has Droolius running to the bathroom, and Wilder’s growl has me holding him tightly, my legs locked around him. My body wracked by unsteady breaths, as I quiver. He kisses the corner of my mouth, his voice shredded, “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

Cascading water with suds from the fragrant peony shampoo pool at my feet. Wilder squirts more shampoo on his hand to massage my head with as I resist the urge to lean back against his chest. “Relaxed?” he asks as I find myself lulled into a daze. For the first time in days, I let go of all the thoughts troubling me. I had been solidly in the present moment. Just realizing that, put an end to it.

Wilder misinterprets my sigh. “No, you’re not?”

I focus my attention on the reddened bug bite above my knee, while I try to explain, “My mind is busy trying to sort things out. It took a break, but we’re right back at it.”

He puts an arm around my waist to pull me flush to him. “You won’t accomplish anything if you get wrapped up in maddening matters. It’ll just drive you crazy… crazier.” He laughs, while squeezing me with the arm holding me tightly.

We switch positions so he can rinse off from washing my body and hair. Turning to grab the bottle of soap, I catch him lock upout of the corner of my eye. He crashes against the wall of the shower, I move quickly to lower him, shutting the shower off.

Swearing to myself, because I can’t stop his momentum, his body strikes the floor of the tub/shower combo, his head glancing off the side with a dull thunk. My eyes fill with tears. I couldn’t even manage to keep him from injuring himself. All his concern over having a seizure in front of me is further complicated by my argument not holding up at all. A lot of good having me here was. A strained groan comes from him as his body shakes.

I slide under his upper body, holding his head in my lap. Wiping tears from my eyes, I say as soothingly as possible, “I’m here. You’re going to be alright. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here baby. I’m here.” My hand smoothes through his hair. His body relaxes after a couple of minutes, but before I can think of what to do next, it starts again. Wilder starts to sound like he’s choking, making me reposition, terrified that it’s because of how he’s lying.

Under his breath he’s saying something. It takes

leaning in close to his mouth to decipher what it is. “Remember, cry… remember, cleanse… stop, stop, stop.” Then his teeth clench, the tremor becomes stronger. I need to call for help, but I’m afraid to leave him in the tub or move at all.

The debate on what I should do ends, when his body relaxes after a couple more minutes, his eyes blink open a couple of times, a hand going to the side of his head. “Jesus Christ.” He moans, struggling to sit up.

“You shoul-”

“I’m going to be sick,” he cuts me off, as he moves fast to turn his head over the side of the tub to vomit.

I don’t want him to see that I’m crying. Keeping my hand rubbing his back, I turn my head away. He had tried to tell me they were coming on with no warning, and more often, but thismakes my worry over him topple all reason. He shouldn’t be driving his motorcycle, or for that matter staying alone. What if I wasn’t here? He could’ve been knocked out or worse.

“You hit your head,” I mumble through tears.

Chapter Ten

Charlie Gibson

She’s late. We were going to meet at three, but fifteen minutes have passed. If she would’ve allowed me to pick her up, I wouldn’t have the unsettling feeling that something happened to her. She’s usually a stickler for being on time.

Grabbing my phone out to call her, I hear the ding of the bell over the door, looking up, I see Remi breeze in the door with her damp hair clipped up, wearing a muted yellow t-shirt dress, a brightly colored pink fringe purse hanging across her body. Her smile is barely a lift to her lips. Something’s happened. Again. This time I hope she’ll actually confide in me. “We didn’t need to do this if there’s something going on.” I give her a quick kiss to her temple.

I suggested we meet up, because I want to give her the opportunity to tell me about Art school and not bombard her with my questions about it.

She shakes her head. “Wilder had a seizure. Not that he’ll go to the doctor or anything.”

Convenient. Was that after he found out she was meeting me at Talley’s? I’m trying. I’m really trying to think better of him, but then another situation pops up making me doubt him again. “Ah.” She winces at my response. I add, “Did you tell him he should get checked out?”

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