Captive Bride - Alta Hensley Page 0,59
dick. She presses her forehead to the tile and cries out as her body nearly vibrates against mine.
It’s all I need to feel my own orgasm near. Pumping in and out a few more times, I take hold of my cock and pull out as I shoot come all over her ass. Not wasting a second, I spin her around, kiss her with the same desire that demanded I take her, and I hold her in my arms as I rinse her body from my passion.
“I love you, Christopher,” she says as she looks up at me, eyelashes fluttering, and with blue eyes I can get lost in.
I tighten my hold of her and kiss her on the top of the head. “I love you. I don’t know what the future looks like, but I’m never going to let you go.”
“I won’t ever let you go.” I feel her thin arms squeeze around my waist, and I know she means every single word.
What does our future look like?
I have no idea.
Are we to be trapped for the rest of our lives in this prison? Will there now be two ghosts of Hallelujah Junction? Will I become folklore as well?
A husband and wife forever bound in love in the afterlife.
Stories will be told. Sightings will occur. A man and a wife side by side staring out of the schoolhouse to the people below.
Is this my future?
I don’t want to be a ghost. I want to pull Ember from the underworld and bring her back to life. I want a life. A real life for the two of us. A renewed energy surges through me. I’ll save us. We will save us.
23
Ember
“Papa Rich is gone,” I say to Christopher as I stare out the kitchen window. “I see his snowshoe tracks leading up to the hills. He’s off to see Scarecrow and pray. He does this after he feels he’s… gone too far.”
Christopher leans over my shoulder to see for himself. “Where does Scarecrow live?”
“I’ve only been to Scarecrow’s place once. It’s far up in the hills. There was once another mining town that barely stands that he calls home. He lives in an old church that he’s made his home. It’s one of the few buildings that are left standing. The other structures have really been abused by the elements and aren’t inhabitable. Not that Scarecrow would want to have neighbors. He likes to live out there by himself. Although he is on the hunt for a wife.”
“Jesus, how many mining towns are there?”
I chuckle. “A lot actually. They are splattered through the Nevada hills and desert and go into California. Some are preserved by the states and some aren’t.”
“How long is he usually gone when he goes and visits Scarecrow? Are we talking hours? Days?” Christopher pushes.
“He’ll be gone all day for sure. Papa Rich rarely spends the night there. If weather comes in, maybe…”
Christopher spins me around so I have to look at him. “Ember, did you mean it when you said you want to leave?”
My heart skips and nausea rolls through my stomach. I nod slowly. “Yes, but… I can’t bear another consequence if we do something foolish and get caught.”
“We have to try to get out of here. This may be our only chance,” he says as he glances out the window again. “Can you show me his room?”
That request seems simple and harmless enough. What Papa Rich doesn’t know…
I lead us down the narrow hallway and stop before his door. There is a split second I consider turning us around. I’m so programmed to obey and do nothing against my father, and yet, with Christopher by my side, I feel I can break the rule of never entering his room.
I turn the door handle with shaky hands and the door opens. It’s the first time I’ve seen his room in all my life. This is his special place. His sanctuary. I’m invading his space, and I begin to panic.
“What if he knows? He always knows,” I say with a weak voice as my knees begin to tremble. I yank on Christopher’s arm. “There’s nothing in here we need. Let’s go.”
“I only need a couple of minutes to look around.”
I see his single bed which is nicely made. The rest of the furnishings are basic. There is a dresser, a nightstand and a chair. No paintings, no decorations, nothing that makes the room special. But Papa Rich never believed in materialistic things.
Riches are the root to evil.
“We’re