WhiskeyBottleLover (25 page)

“Chance,” he growled.

She ignored him, ran her tongue around the base of his cock
and returned her attention to his sac. Very gently she sucked, causing Hayes to
damn near fly off the bed.

“Suck me,” he shouted. “For God’s sake, please, suck me.”

His words set fire to her womb. A rush of hot liquid surged
forth, pooling between her legs. Chance wasted no time. She swallowed him with
one eager plunge. Hayes’ upper body came off the bed, his finger tightened in
her hair and when she pulled back, making sure to let her tongue slide along
his shaft, he fell back onto his elbows.

His salty, musky taste filled her mouth, making her hungry
for more. She lacked finesse as she plunged him to the back of her throat and
withdrew but he didn’t seem to notice. Hayes pulled her wet hair to the side so
he could watch as he thrust his hips in rhythm with her pace. Each hard suck
drew another drop of pre-cum onto her tongue and she quickly swallowed.

“Enough,” he snarled, lifting her head away.

She didn’t want to stop but when he grabbed her by the ankle
and pulled her over to the side of the bed, she had little choice. Hayes
positioned her rear at the edge, nudged her thighs wide and dropped between her
legs. He wasted no time sealing his lips around her pussy, devouring the hot
juice gathered there.

His rough, hot tongue lapped at her, probed deep and
gathered every bit of moisture he could find. Nerve endings screamed for
release. Her muscles quivered and her clit throbbed. If he didn’t allow her to
come soon she’d disintegrate into a pile of ash.

“Hayes, I’m so close.” She could barely breathe from the
pleasure.

He bolted to his feet, gripped her ankles again, lifting her
legs into the air. Beneath her the bed rose until she was at the perfect
height. With one forceful thrust he filled her, spearing through her clenched
muscles and rubbing raw nerves. She could tell he’d conjured a condom and
looked forward to the day they didn’t need one. All thought of anything was
blown out of her mind as he withdrew and rammed home again.

“So tight,” he groaned.

“So big,” she responded, clutching at the edge of the
mattress as her breasts bobbed back and forth from the force of his thrusts.

He held her legs straight up, giving him all the room he
needed to bury himself to the base. His sac slapped against her ass, making the
moment hotter. The heat exploded when he draped her legs over his shoulders,
licked his thumb and then reached down and brushed her clit.

That act ignited the fuse to her release. Sparks sizzled
over nerve endings from the top of her head, spreading through her limbs and
promising a detonation of epic proportions. Hayes hammered harder into her
body. Even through her bleary eyes she could see the strain on his face. Beads
of sweat ran down his temples and if he clenched his jaw any tighter his teeth
would shatter.

One more time he brushed her clit and then pinched lightly.
Those sparks racing through her body collided there. Her inner muscles clamped down
hard and then began a nearly painful spasm. Everything went white as her body
convulsed. The first hard throb of his cock sent ecstasy racing through her.
Wave upon wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashed and rocked her soul. They even
came in time with each other. He would throb as she would spasm.

It went on forever until all she could do was lie there
letting it take her. Finally the last pathetic pulse of her orgasm eased away.
Hayes lowered her legs and came down over her.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” She wrapped her arms
around him, reveling in the feel of her man’s body heat.

“I won’t. I’m so sorry, darlin’. I only meant to play with
you.” He lifted up, removing his weight from her body and rolled to the side
and nuzzled her breast.

Chance sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair. “I
guess everyone needs a good scare once in a while to show them what truly is
important in their lives. In the span of seconds, I didn’t want to exist
without you.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Would you like to spend the night
here?”

“That would be heaven.” Just like that the sun lowered,
enveloping the meadow in darkness. Beautiful, diamond-like stars glittered
against the black sky. “It’s beautiful.”

“Believe me, you outshine those stars.” Hayes stood, lifted
her in his arms and carried her back to the pond.

After a good dunking to wash away the sweat, he took her
back to the bed where they snuggled in the plush comfort of the mattress.

“This bed would go perfectly in your room,” he hinted.

“Yes, it would and it’s our room. I’m afraid it’s a little
too big though.” Still, she could do without some space to have this.

“I’ll expand. A nice addition wouldn’t be hard to do.”

Chance yawned. “Good, while you’re at it, make the bathroom
a little bigger. I’d like a nice garden tub in there.” Her eyes fluttered as
sleep tugged at her. Before long she succumbed to the peaceful darkness.

Hayes woke before Chance. He took that time to return her
bathroom to normal and placed the bed with a sleeping Chance in it into her
room. He surveyed the small space, decided exactly how many feet to add on and
made it happen. Instead of the tiny path to get around now, she could host a
party in there. Next he went to the bathroom. He wasn’t sure exactly what a
garden tub was, so he created his own version. Wide, deep and surrounded it
with a ledge.

He had no time to stand back and admire his work. Weakness
crashed down over him. He could barely stay upright, wobbling around like a
newborn calf trying to stand for the first time. The weight of his body seemed
to lighten as if he’d lost almost three hundred pounds. He held tight to the
sink, afraid if he let go he would float up in the air.

The clock had stopped ticking. It was now or never. Hayes
opened his mouth to shout for Chance but all he could manage was a pathetic,
mousy squeak. If she didn’t come soon there would be no hope.

* * * * *

Chance woke, sat up and stretched. It took a few moments for
her to realize she was still in the bed Hayes created. Not only that, he put it
in their room. The next shocking moment came when she slid from the bed and
didn’t have to scoot around it. He’d actually expanded the house. She quickly
tugged on a shirt that barely covered her butt and ran around, giggling at how
much space she had.

“Hayes? I can’t believe what you did. Hayes?” When he didn’t
answer she stepped out into the hall and heard a noise. “Hayes?”

Another noise from outside caught her attention. Thinking
he’d gone out, she ran to the front door, unlocked it and found Bill Day
standing on her porch. A pungent smell assaulted her nose. The bastard was
dousing it with gasoline. Shock and fear froze her. Instead of slamming the
door and locking it, she stood there.

He suddenly felt her presence, turned and let his slimy gaze
roam up and down her body. Bile rose in her throat, mixed with the scent of
gas. She nearly vomited. He moved toward her. She snapped out of her stupor but
it was too late. Before she could get the door shut his shoulder slammed into
it.

The force sent her flying backward, crashing to the floor.
Firing on all cylinders now, she scrambled to get up but her feet wouldn’t
adhere to the wood floor. Bill stalked toward her with a sick, psycho look in
his eyes. She scrambled backward, her mind racing. Where was Hayes?

“I don’t know how you did it,” he snarled as spittle flew
from his mouth. “I made sure that fire was good and hot before I left. It
should have burned that piece of shit barn to the ground.”

He reached for her, his harsh, meaty hand almost shackling
her wrist. Pure terror had her flailing, making it hard for him to get a grip.
If she could get to the fireplace she could use the poker as a weapon.

“That freak monster you’re fucking had something to do with
it, didn’t he? You couldn’t give me a courtesy fuck for the help I’ve given
you, but you’ll do that inhuman demon. Where is the bastard?” He spared a
moment to glance around. “Don’t matter. He can burn with the house while we
watch.”

With her heart hammering so hard, she could barely catch her
breath. Finally she pulled herself to her feet. “The police know about you.
They know you attacked me once before and now you’re in trouble for calling in
a fake fire.”

“It wasn’t fake!” he shouted. “It was real and I don’t give
a damn what the police think they know. They can’t prove anything. It’s my word
against yours. They believe me every time.”

That was a lie. She knew it. The officer at the station and
the one last night knew what kind of man they were dealing with. “That’s not
what the officer told me last night.”

She made a run for the fireplace but her foot slipped on the
throw rug, giving Bill the chance to snag her. His fingers bit into her upper
arm as he snatched her against his body. She turned to make sure her back was
against his chest. Pain and fear had her screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Scream all ya like,” he snarled in her ear. “I like it.”
His disgusting hand slid down her side, over her hip and when it touched her
bare thigh her stomach heaved. Hayes, where the hell was he?

As if hearing her plea for help, he stumbled out of the
hall, fell against the wall and glared at Bill. Fear for herself evaporated,
replaced by rioting terror for Hayes. He looked ill. His extremely pale flesh
looked nearly translucent. His eyes were sunk back in his head and the usual
flaring green was barely visible. Dear God, they’d run out of time.

“Let her go, Day.”

Her heart sank at the puny sound of his voice.

“Not lookin’ so good there, demon. Not at all. Guess you’ll
get to watch me take my payment from your bitch girlfriend after all.”

She needed to get to him, wanted to hold him in her arms and
make the wish that would save his life. Chance brought her knee up, kicking
back as hard as she could, drilling her heel against Bill’s shin. The impact
vibrated up her leg and into her hip. Bill bucked forward, yelping as his body
gave slightly. She jerked, trying to break his hold.

Bill recovered quickly, wrapping his hand in her shirt.
Instinct, self-preservation, total hatred, it all broke loose inside, bursting
free with a vengeance. Balling her fist tight, Chance whirled around, snarling
as she drove it right into his nose. He stumbled back, cursed and came at her
again.

“I’m gonna have so much fun making you pay for that.”

Chance didn’t move fast enough. He slapped her hard across
the face. A burning sting exploded across her flesh as her teeth rattled. The
force knocked her to the floor and before she could register what happened, he
was on her. His hand closed over her throat, squeezing, shutting down her air flow.
She kicked, dug her nails into his flesh and flailed as her lungs burned for
oxygen.

At first she thought the roar she heard was in her own ears,
the sound of her life being crushed from her body. A sense of calm settled over
her. She would die. No big deal, but her biggest regret, one that would follow
her into the afterlife, was she never freed Hayes.

Bill’s enraged, crazy eyes widened, he turned his head and
in a frantic heartbeat something crashed into him. The man’s nails dragged
across her flesh, peeling it away, but she gasped in air one huge gulp at a
time. She heard him shout, looked toward the living room and found Hayes in a
fierce struggle. In his weak state, he was taking most of the beating.

Ignoring the searing pain in her throat, Chance got to her
feet and ran to the kitchen. Panicked, she thought little about what she
grabbed, only caring that it was heavy. Bill’s powerful fist hammered on Hayes’
face, jabbing into his stomach and chest.

“Not so tough now are ya?” Bill sneered. “As weak as a
pathetic woman.” He beat Hayes down to the floor and started kicking.

In that moment, that baby’s breath of a second, Chance knew
how to end all of this. No regrets. She’d be doing the world a favor. Rushing
forward with purpose, she raised the heavy glass sugar container, bringing it
down on the back of Bill’s head. The sickening thud reverberated up her arm but
she didn’t care. As she lifted it again he backhanded her.

It hurt, God, it hurt, but she used that pain, steadied
herself and smashed the container across his face. This time a crack sounded,
followed by Bill’s agonized cry. He crumpled to the floor with horrid sounds
emanating from his throat. Chance ran to Hayes. Blood smeared his face, his
eyes were swollen and he struggled to breathe.

Not only was he suffering from the process of vanishing, but
he had to be experiencing the punishment of interfering. It made her want to
scream, curse the world. “Hayes, hang in there. It’s almost over.”

“Run,” he wheezed. “Can’t stop him.”

“No, but I can.”

Bill got to his hands and knees, whimpering as blood dripped
from his grotesquely twisted jaw. He now resembled the monster he truly was.

“Hayes, listen to me. Can you hear me?”

He gave a timid nod. “Go. Police.”

“Listen to me, honey. Stay with me. I wish—”

Bill grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back and
knocked her off balance. Hayes reached for her but she gazed over at him with
calm, sure eyes. Ignoring Bill’s groping hands, Chance smiled.

“I wish you were free, Hayes,” she spoke calmly as Bill
gripped her throat once again.

Terror filled Hayes’ eyes. His mouth formed the word no, but
she heard nothing but the beat of her heart. Bill squeezed tighter.

“I wish Bill Day would replace you in your role as genie.”
She hoped like hell it worked because she barely got the words out as Bill
crushed her larynx.

Bill froze like a statue, his eyes wide and confused. Chance
struggled, yanking and prying until she peeled his fingers from her neck.
Fueled with adrenaline, she scooted out from beneath him and scrambled over to
Hayes. Green mist already rose from his body. Heavy metal shackles appeared on
his wrists and unlocked. Chance slapped her hand over her mouth, watching
through tear-filled eyes. God, let this work.

A huge cloud formed above Hayes, hung there for a moment and
then moved. Chance ducked back out of its way, not wanting to take any chances
that it might confuse her with Bill. It drifted by, surrounded the man still
frozen in that hunched-over pose with his hand curled as if still around her throat.
The only movement he could make was with his eyes, and they looked terrified.

Chance scooted back over to Hayes, lifted his head into her
lap and sobbed as the mist devoured Bill. The man made some grunts, scary
shrieks and horrid groans as the shackles circled his wrists, clamped shut and
then disappeared.

“You’re going to pay for your cruelty,” she told the man in
a raspy voice. “You have centuries ahead of you of being the weaker man and I
hope you suffer for all the pain you’ve caused people.”

Hayes lifted his hand, settled it over hers and gave a weak
squeeze. Chance gasped when the old whiskey bottle floated from the kitchen,
drifted next to Bill and hung there. She and Hayes watched as Bill evaporated
into mist and siphoned into the bottle. The cork slammed down into the neck and
with a loud pop, the bottle disappeared.

A ragged sob wrenched from her throat. She would not regret
this. He would have killed Hayes and her.

“You did it.” Hayes smiled up at her. Even through the blood
and bruises she could see his complexion returning to normal.

“Are you okay? Is everything the way it should be?” She
feared they’d been too late, that he would still vanish, leaving her alone.

“I’m sore, but who wouldn’t be after takin’ a beatin’ like
that? I’m proud of you, Chance. So damn proud of you and I promise you won’t be
sorry for doin’ this.” He pushed himself up, grunted and held his stomach.

“Sure, you say that now, but wait until my PMS kicks in and
I’m all bitchy. You’ll wish for your bottle back.”

He chuckled and then groaned. “I don’t know what that is but
I think I know how to ease you through it.” His gaze drifted over her face,
stopping on her neck. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” She reached up, touching her sticky, sore flesh.
“Yeah, he took off a layer or two when you knocked him off me. I’ll heal. I’m
more concerned about you. Hayes, you looked like death. I swear I could see
through you.”

“You probably could. I was on my way out. I tried callin’
for you but I didn’t have the strength.”

The realization of how close she came to losing him weighed
heavily, bringing fresh tears. If Bill hadn’t shown up this could have all
ended differently.

“Hey, don’t cry, darlin’. You did it. You said you would
free me and you did. We have a life together now, an honest-to-God life.”

She gave a jerky nod. She understood all that. “I think I
just need to cry for a while.”

He scooted to her side, pulled her against him and kissed
the top of her head. “Cry all you want. I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Hearing those words broke open the dam. Hayes held onto her
as she shook, emptying herself of all the leftover fear and pain. They both had
some healing to do but they’d take care of each other. The road ahead would be
bumpy and smooth. Obstacles were a given in real life but having someone she
truly loved meant she could accomplish anything.