Page 2 of Fated

Now I simply walk through town looking for inspiration where I can find it. The one thing this town is missing is a park. Somewhere people can go, sit and drift away from everything around them. Somewhere a painter or an artist can go and capture nature like birds or deer or bunnies or even bees and flowers.

“Is everything alright, Rach?” Smiling, I look at my sister Miriam and pull her in for a hug. She looks beautiful and I haven’t had a chance to tell her that.

“I am fine, Miriam and you look gorgeous.” She blushes a bit and then squeaks when her new husband's arms wrap around her waist.

“Doesn’t she?” He kisses her neck and smiles at me. “I’m not interrupting anything am I?” he smirks and tickles her side.

“Nope, I was just telling her how happy I am for her.” I look at them a moment longer, longing in my chest for what all of my sisters have found. Then like I sent up a smoke signal, the one man I wouldn’t mind being matched to walks into the backyard and my heart feels like it is going to jump out of my chest.

“Please God let it be him.” What are the odds the one man I want more than a paintbrush, will want me in return? And how will I keep him when he finds out?

ChapterOne

Lloyd

One Week Later

There’s no place like home. I think to myself walking in the door of my ancestral home. This has been the longest week of my life.

Last week in the middle of Miriam and Paul’s reception, I got a call from the hospital telling me my mother had been admitted and they needed me to come to Charleston. As you can imagine, instead of doing what I intended to do the following morning, which is finally get my girl, I hightailed it out of town and to the hospital my mother was at.

The entire ride I pictured any number of dire circumstances from heart attack to brain dead. I mean what do you expect considering no one even gave me a hint. Once there, I was given her room number and before I even made it inside of her room I could hear her voice issuing orders to the nurses. I sagged against the wall for a brief second, giving thanks that she is still alive and still bossy which is a good sign.

I walked into her room and stopped in my tracks. Her leg was wrapped up and she had some sort of brace on her hip. After an hour of questions and circumventing the issue, she finally let it slip that she was injured attempting to do the cha-cha with some fucking lothario the retirement community hired to teach dance. To say I was not pleased, and scowling is an understatement.

I spent the first four days trying to convince her to come and live with me or at least come stay with me in what used to be her home as well, until she was healed but she refused. She doesn’t want to leave her one-bedroom house, her friends and her pets.

So, day five was spent making sure she had around the clock care for when I came back home and ensuring they knew in no uncertain terms, that damn teacher needs to be replaced by someone who understands these are seventy and eighty-year-old seniors. They do not need to be popping things out of place.

The last two days I just simply spent it with her, helping her get settled in once she was released from the hospital and making her a bunch of meals for the next few weeks. Finally, she shooed me out of the house and told me to go home. According to her I am too big and take up too much space in her place. If you ask me she was getting tired of me scaring off all the dirty old men who were knocking on her door.

Now, here I am finally back home, and I have never felt lonelier. I was supposed to be married already, coming home every night to my wife, rocking her to sleep on my hungry cock, but instead, I have to now make her mine and follow through on everything else.

My Rachel. When Sadie and her sisters walked into the church, I of course noticed how nice looking all of them were but my eyes, my eyes couldn’t leave the smallest of all of them. My Rachel. She stood out like a lighthouse on a stormy night. I looked at how timid she was. How she curled inside of herself, trying to blend in or at least not stand out, but it is impossible. She is eye-catching.

Amongst a rainbow of sisters who all look different, but similar, she is the lone star in the night sky. Something about her gold spun hair and petite frame sent flames of desire and protective ropes through my veins. My initial instinct was to claim her right then and there, turn Jasper and Sadie’s wedding into a double one with the both of us, but I didn’t. I could tell she felt lost, bereft at leaving everything she knew and to drop something like my own maniacal obsession on her, would do her more damage than good, so, I matched everyone else around her, while secretly watching her every move.

I watched her blossom in this confident, yet still quiet woman who wanders the streets during the day and at night, painting the old buildings and studying the town history. I have watched her try to find somewhere to sit and paint what is in her mind, but always disappointed there is no park. An issue I am working to rectify now, just for her and will be built in her honor and name.

I matched all her sisters one by one, ensuring of course the matches made sense, but also making sure my woman was left. I wanted her to myself, but I also wanted her at the stage of longing, the point where she looked around her and wanted what they had. The thing is what I feel for her is nothing like what they have. I have this need to not only protect her and love her, but to own her every breath, thought and need.

I want to be so far inside of her that when she screams my name, my throat goes dry. I want to sit her on my lap in my office and play with her clit until she comes, burying her orgasm in my neck because of course no one but me will ever know what she sounds like when she comes.

I want her riding my cock, while I am on a conference call, sounds muffled by her panties I have shoved in her mouth. I want her to wear the outfits I picked out. I fucking need this intense level of control so she can’t make it through a day without me. Yeah, I’m a sick fuck, but only for her.

But first, I need to get some sleep. Then, all bets are off.

ChapterTwo

Rachel

“So what’s the verdict?” Sadie and Lavinia are throwing daggers at me, and I can’t say I blame them. I woke up with so much restless energy inside of me that I needed to do something to burn it off. I couldn’t shake this feeling that something was going to happen and when those thoughts end up in my head, I don’t sleep.

“This sucks. Can we go next door and get a cappuccino? I am addicted to those things.” Vini says, rubbing her hands together.

“Seriously, we have been here for less than thirty minutes. Can we at least get to the thirty-minute mark before you both jump ship?” I hate exercise just as much as anyone. Organized exercise at least, but my mind won’t stop spinning and since I have no other outlet other than painting and that doesn’t seem to be working either, I need this.

“How about, we stop this nonsense, we all walk over to the Coffee Shop and get a muffin and something to drink and you tell us what is bothering you, Rach. How does that sound?” Frustrated, I look at my sisters and then at the exercise bike that has caused me more pain in the last fifteen minutes then a spanking with a switch and shiver. Nodding my head I agree with them.

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