Harkett's Haven (9 page)

His fingers rubbed gently at her sex and then pushed more insiste
ntly into her, first one finger and then two. He pushed deeper into her making her moan and then he took his wet fingers and licked them, touching Rachel’s lips and letting her savour her own taste.

He rubbed his fingers over her nipples and then bent his head to lick her scent of her, then
sucking at her full breasts.

He made Rachel squirm with desire. She pushed him on to her back and sat on him, letting his long, hard cock nestle in the lips of her sex. Eric reached down to try to position himself to push inside her but she shook her head and pulled his hands up over his head.

‘Not yet Eric, she smiled.

She bent to kiss him as she held his arms and then moved further down his body to kiss and nibble his nipples, working from one side of his body
to the other.

Eric tried to pull her back on top of him but she pushed his arms from her. She traced her wet tongue further down his body and to his erect cock, standing hot and straight. She circled his girth with her fist and gently stroked him up and down,
slow , slow and fast. He shuddered and groaned. She licked his swollen, tumescent head, still moving her tight fist up and down his length before closing her mouth around him. Her tongue ran little circles around his rim and she savoured the slight salty taste of him.

‘God Rachel.
Stop please.’

She cupped his full testicles
in her free hand. He was very well endowed and she thrilled at the size and fullness of him as she massaged him gently.

He pulled her off him and on to him making her gasp.
His strength made her want him all the more. He brought her knees up either side of his body and she lifted herself off him, his fingers opening her sex to allow his engorged cock to slip into her.

She closed her eyes as his hot flesh slid into her, splitting her open, filling her up. Fully in her, he sat up with her in his lap and kissed her deeply. He didn’t move in her although she knew that the effort of remaining still within her must have requi
red almost superhuman willpower. He bent his head to kiss the full slope of her breasts pressed tight up against him and Rachel rolled her head back and moaned.

Slowly she started to move on him, ever
so slowly. Eric held her and helped move her up and down his length.

‘I never want this to end Rachel,’ he moaned softly.

Rachel felt overwhelmed by the assault on her senses; joined together, their breath mingled and their bodies tight together, she moved slowly on him and felt her orgasm start to build.

H
is eyes were closed, the concentration etched on his face.

Unable to contain her climax any longer she moaned as she came
, feeling him spurt deep within her, listening to his deep groan as he came. Her orgasm was intense and made her whole body tremble. He held her tightly to him until their tremors subsided. Rachael moved to roll off him but her held on to her.

‘I’ve fallen for you Rachel Somerville.’ His dark eyes were sombre and he searched her face for
her reaction to this confession, his cock hard within her.

‘God Eric.
You hardly know me,’ she whispered and then kissed him

She moved off him and lay back on the pillow, pulling the blankets around her
.

Lying on his side facing her, he traced a finger down her arm.

‘I want to know everything about you Rachel. I‘ve told you that.’

‘We’re both people who have ....let’s say....complicated pasts. Maybe we should keep things...simple... for the moment.’ She smiled at him apologetically.

‘I’ve had enough of keeping things simple over these last few years. I know when it’s different. I know that this..... us... are different.’ His voice raised slightly in frustration.‘Don’t you feel it? Please tell me you feel it too?’

She turned her back on him
to hide the expression on her face. She was struggling to hold back her tears. She knew instinctively that Eric was someone special, someone who she thought could be right for her but her trust in men was shattered and she couldn’t bring herself to lower her defences.

Eric gently kissed her shoulder.

‘It’s OK Rachel. You don’t have to say anything.’

Her tears ran down h
er face and she turned to face him again, throwing her arms round his neck and burying her face in his strong warm shoulder.

He stroked her hair as he held her, asking nothing from her, giving her the comfort she needed.

When she felt more in control of her emotions, she lay back on the pillow again and smiled at him,
‘Let’s get some breakfast Eric. It might make it easier to talk over a cup of hot coffee.’

She swung herself off the bed and pulled on her robe.

Eric sighed as he watched her.

‘You are a truly beautiful woman.’

Rachel turned sharply, picked up a pillow and threw it at him, smiling.

‘Eric
Harkett, you are a smooth one.’

She turned and headed down the ladder and put the kettle on the stove. She threw a few logs onto the firebox of both the AGA and the stove and opened up the curtains and blinds around the house
, letting the sunlight flood her little cottage. The day outside was clear and still. She made a mental list of the things she needed to get done for the day. She briefly pondered how long Eric would stay; she had had a wonderful start to the day but had a backlog of work and domestic chores to get through.

The kettle had started to whistle and as she pulled it off the hot ring Eric sn
aked his arms around her waist and buried his head in her hair.

She turned to face him and kissed him.

‘Are you heading back to the surgery soon?’ she asked him, trying to get a feel for how long he intended to stay with her.

‘I’m here all day Rachel. I took the day off – arranged for a locum to come in. I’ve got to be back at the school for 3:30 but
until then....I’m all yours.’

‘How’s
Esme today?’

‘She’s real good today. Much more back to her normal self, although I had to tell her that I was going in to work today....she
’d be upset that I was coming here without her.’

Rachel smiled, ‘You’ve got a special one there Eric.’

‘Yeah. She’s a great kid.....taken a real shine to you.’

‘Well the feeling’s mutual.’

Rachel stretched to pour the hot water into the coffee pot and slipped a couple of slices of toast in the toaster. She poured a couple of mugs of the hot black liquid and sat at the table.

Taking a small sip she
sighed, ‘God that tastes great.’

Eric took the toast to the table and sat beside her
and buttered a couple of slices.

‘I
had breakfast before I came here but great sex gives you an enormous appetite.’ He winked at her and she smiled back at him.

‘So Rachel.
Do you want to tell me a bit about yourself or would you like me to shut up and leave your past life alone?’ His tone was casual but she could hear the underlying burning curiosity.

Rachel sighed.

‘Well, I’m from a small island up the West coast....you can maybe tell by my accent...’ she smiled at him, ‘and  I guess you could say I had  an idyllic upbringing. I’ve got three brothers, who all work in various places around the world. My parents let us have all the freedom kids should have to grow up healthy and strong.’ She paused finding it difficult to say the words she felt she had to say, the truth she had to tell, ‘.......but when I was in America...well..... my parents died within months of each other.’ In fact she had only found out about their deaths when she accidentally came upon mail that Tom had hidden from her. When she had confronted him he had professed he had only kept the letters from her so she wouldn’t be upset. That he couldn’t bear to see her unhappy.

‘Did something happen to you over there Rachel?
’ His voice was soft.

She ignored his question and carried on.

‘I went to university, got my degree and then my first job, a dream job on Mull. And it was there that I met Tom Sullivan....and it was then that.....well..... my troubles started.’

She took another fortifying sip of coffe
e and closed her eyes.

‘I met him on the beach. I was about to go out to sample the water in the bay. He was in a yacht, beaching for a picnic. To cut a long story short, he was charming
, handsome and very wealthy and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted......... I was the girl he wanted.’

‘
I was naive, young, inexperienced and he swept me off my feet. He took me all over the world, dressed me in expensive clothes, gave me whatever I wished but he took away everything that was me......’ She drew a deep breath.

‘
If this is too painful Rachel please....’

She stopped him by placing her hand on his.

‘I think I need to tell you the story if you’re to understand the reasons that I find it hard to trust.

‘He made me g
ive up my job, gradually cut my contact with friends, took me to his home in Connecticut. He monitored my phone calls, where I went, what I did, chose my clothes. He wanted to marry me and........he didn’t take no for an answer. I left him the night before we were to be married, took a flight to Sweden and hid out in the hills for months, making end meet by tutoring English. I knew he would look for me......he doesn’t give up Eric.’

‘Jesus Rachel.’ Eric shook his head, shocked.

‘I stayed in Sweden until I thought it was safe to return here. I keep reassuring myself that he will have moved on.......telling myself all the reasons why he won’t come after me.’

She kept taking smal
l sips from her coffee as if its essence gave her the strength to carry on.

‘
>
But I’m just not sure Eric. He controlled every part of my life in the end and his jealousy was ....well.....it scared me.’

She sighed deeply again and held his hand, feeling the strength of him

‘We went to a charity dinner two weeks before I left him. We had seats at different parts of the same table and one of the guests was paying me more attention than I guess was ...comfortable.’

She paused, ‘This is harder than I thought it might be
..’

‘You don’t have to...’

‘But I do Eric. I do.....’

She took another sip.

‘He got hold of me when I left the room. His fury scared me. He hauled me out of there and took me back to his house. When we were home he dragged me through to the restroom, took my birth control pills from the cabinet and threw them down the sink. He told me that I was to have his child as soon as possible. In his fury, he.....he.....raped me Eric.’

Her voice was calm now that she had put
it into words.

She had never said it out loud, had choked back the words many times.
Tom had been so angry he had lifted her through to the bedroom, thrown her on the bed, ripped her clothes from her and ....

She remembered her bewilderment and her
protests. Tom turned into a crazed madman. She had tried to push him from her but he had taken her swiftly, possessing her body more as an act of ownership than of love. He lay with her after, her ruined clothes around them, pronouncing his love for her, covering her body to keep her warm. Kissing her, holding her close. All as if nothing had happened, the fury gone. She knew as she lay there that she had to leave him as soon as she could but it was only the night before her wedding that she found an opportunity to escape his watch. She had cried that night, silently into her pillow, as he lay sleeping beside her.