Page 85 of Unfulfilled Promises
Throughout the night, I’d hear her make a whimpering sound, and I’d pull her closer, whispering how she was safe and how much I loved her. It seemed to calm her and when the sun began to peek around the curtains in the hotel, I woke up and saw I was alone in the bed. Flipping back the covers, I raced to the door, only to find it locked from the inside.
The sound of water drew my attention, and when I knocked softly on the door, I heard Regan say, “Come in.”
She was standing under the shower spray of the glass shower, allowing the water to run down her wet hair and across her naked body. She was beautiful as she was, but she’d spoken with Needles, the Death Hounds ink slinger, and he was going to do work on some of her scars. She said art made everything better, so I was eager for her to get started.
“Did you sleep good?” I asked, and she turned her green eyes to me.
“I slept great,” she began, and then she turned to face me through the glass as she smiled and asked, “Would you like to join me?”
There was no way I was denying that request, so I slipped my boxers off as she opened the glass door. Stepping inside with her, I smiled and leaned down, softly kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Regan ran her hands up my chest as the water flowed over both our bodies, and when she wrapped her arms around myneck, I let her lead. Her therapist invited me into a session a few weeks ago, and together, they explained Regan seemed to panic when I was making the moves. If she was allowed to lead, she seemed to be in a better mindset, so I kept my hands on the sides of her waist as she pressed up to kiss me.
She licked the seam of my lips, and I opened as she swept her tongue against mine. Moaning, I felt her slick skin rubbing against mine, and the only movement I allowed from myself was the stroking of my thumb on her skin where my hand rested.
The kiss went on as the warm water washed over us, and when her hand began to move down my chest, I remained as still as possible. When her fingers grazed my throbbing cock, I held the groan in, not wanting to snap her out of her lust-filled haze. Her small hand wrapped around the shaft as she pulled back from the kiss, finding my gaze and locking it with hers.
Her breathing was accelerated as she slowly stroked root to tip, and as good as it felt, I didn’t want her to think this was something she needed to do. Carefully, I went to touch her hand, but she gripped tighter as she moved her hand up and down, causing me to tilt my head back as the pleasurable waves from her touch threatened to make me to come.
“Regan, baby,” I groaned as I brought my eyes back to hers and she licked her lips.
I didn’t want to go too far too fast, but I didn’t want her to stop either. I needed to touch her, so, carefully, I let my hand move to her stomach, and as I watched for any adverse reaction, I walked my fingers down until I found her tuft of hair. When she opened her stance, allowing my fingers to graze her pussy, I knew we were about to turn a corner.
Stroking her engorged clit, I timed my movements with her strokes of my cock. If this was how it was happening, I was still going to make her come, and I wanted us to come together. When her movements increased in speed, mine did too. Reganbegan to rock her hips against my hand, so I allowed small thrusts into her palm.
The water was giving great friction, and all too soon, I felt the tingles in the base of my spine building. Regan’s eyes were hooded, and her moans were growing in volume as I flicked her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Seth, oh,” Regan moaned as she closed her eyes and convulsed in my arms, soaking my fingers with her sticky fluids.
“Fuck, Regan,” I groaned as the orgasm overtook me.
I spurted rope after rope of cum onto her stomach as I wrung the last of Regan’s orgasm from her. When I felt her getting unsteady on her feet, I held her up as the water washed away my seed. The smile on her face was beautiful as she brought her unfocused eyes to mine.
“Hi,” she whispered, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
Regan was so perfect, and I’d never seen someone so determined to reclaim their life. She faced adversity head-on, she refused to buckle under conditions that would break most people, and when presented with unbelievable news of her potential family connections coupled with an extraordinary sum of money, she stood firm in her resolve and need to finish this once and for all.
Regan was the longest victim of the Syndicate. Her abuse was daily, extremely cruel, and meant to break not only her body but her spirit. And here she stood, glowing from her orgasm, smiling at me, and all the while, everyone who hurt her was dead and being ass-raped by whatever evil afterlife you believed in.
“Hello, beautiful. Are you ready for today?” I asked, and she pressed up, kissing me again.
Pulling back, she kept her arms wrapped around my neck as she replied, “Whatever today brings, whatever truths that test reveals, I just want to say thank you for not giving up on me. I gave you so many reasons to leave, but you refused to let mydemons chase you away.” Her eyes glistened as she added, “I love you, Seth.”
Pulling her closer, I responded, “I love you, Regan.” Kissing her softly, I suggested, “Let’s get dressed so I can feed you, then we’re going on a treasure hunt.”
She smiled as I turned off the water. Stepping out, she dried herself as I took a towel and followed her into the bedroom. It didn’t take us long to be dressed and ready to leave. I packed the suitcase into the SUV and drove to a waffle house near the interstate. We ate pretty quickly since it was a Wednesday morning, and after paying the bill, I took her hand and walked her to the car.
Together, we drove to the location Stella gave her, and when we stepped out of the car, she looked around without speaking. I was worried being here was going to cause her to panic or slip back into the memories, so when she looked at me with a smile and said, “Grab the shovel.” I knew from this point forward, everything was going to be okay. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I just did.
And I believed that to be something I’d never had much of—faith.
Chapter 39
Regan
Walking across the scarred ground, I started to remember where things were when the house was still standing. The front steps were concrete and still in place, but the bushes lining the sides of the house were burned and mangled. Stepping past them, I felt Seth right behind me as I moved to the back yard.
Luckily, the house was isolated and there were many neighbors as we traversed across the lawn carrying a shovel. The back steps were still in place also, so I moved over to them, facing like the house would be behind me and the yard was in front as I began to walk and count.
