You Belong To Me (9 page)

Panting, she said in a husky voice, “Take me now, I want to feel you inside of me.”

Mitch hungrily slipped off her sweatpants. And as he pulled off his shirt and jeans, Danielle said, “Here let me.”  Sitting up, she slowly unzipped his jeans, freeing him.  Not wanting to wait any longer, he stepped out of his jeans and as he began to lay her down on the sofa, she gently pushed his hands away.

“No, no, I wasn't done yet.” She let ou
t a sexy moan.

Smiling up at him while he watched, she slowly encircled the head of his erect cock with her tongue, causing him to moan with pleasure. Running her tongue up and down his shaft sent shivers up and down his spine. As he watched her, she looke
d up at him again, this time while taking his entire member in her mouth.

The feeling was exquisite as he tried not to climax right then and there. Mitch felt as if he had never experienced this kind of pleasure, maybe it was because it had been so long o
r because it was being done by the woman he loved. He decided that it was a little bit of both. The warm sensation of her mouth and tongue made him rock hard.

Breathing heavily he said, “Danielle, babe I want to be inside of you.”

Taking hold of her hands and laying her down, he kissed her fully on the lips, and as he entered her it was all he could do not to explode and fill her with his juices. With each thrust, he looked directly into her eyes; in her eyes he could see her love for him, and the passion. She met each thrust with her own as her hips met up with his while they stared intently at each other.

Danielle was in total ecstasy as she realized him being inside her, moving the way he was and caressing her the way he was, was going to make her clima
x again. Her muscles tightened around him causing such a heated friction between them both. Mitch hardened even more and with one final thrust into her, they both let out a moan as they climaxed together.

She loved the feeling of him still pulsating inside
of her, filling her up. Kissing her tenderly as he withdrew from her, Mitch laid his head upon Danielle's chest, listening to her beating heart and catching his breath, they lay in silence for a few moments.

“Danielle? You okay? Your head
doesn’t hurt does it?” He asked sincerely.

“Oh I'm fine,” she said as she casually stretched out allowing him to fit more comfortably between her legs.

“That was amazing.”

“Yes it was, you're quite talented with your tongue,” he said with a sexy smirk.

“Well thank you.”

“I can't wait to show just how talented I am with mine.”

“Oh I can't wait lover, I can't wait.”

“We need to replenish. I'm going to make us something to eat; I'm famished all of a sudden.”

“Me too.” smiled Danielle, “me too.”

Mitch got up
first and threw on his boxers; Danielle wrapped herself in a cozy quilt and followed him into the kitchen. “What would you like?”

Standing on her tippy toes and giving him a kiss she said, “You.”

"No need to worry about that Danielle you already have me,” he replied with a kiss.

“Well in that case, anything is fine hun, really.”

“How about a couple of roast beef sandwiches?”

“Sounds good."

While Mitch busied himself making sandwiches, Danielle poured the wine and searched through his CD collection until she found something suitable. Soon, the sounds of Dinah

Washington's voice filled the air. “Ah, you like Dinah Washington?” She said surprised.

“Yes I do Miss Martins, and why does that surprise you?” He asked with a grin.

“Hmm, I don’t know, you seem to me
to be more of a rock and roll sort of guy,” she winked.

“Well don’t let these rugged good looks fool you madam, as I am a man with varied tastes,” he winked back.

“Is that so?” She said while offering him a sip of wine.

“Yes it is, and I am going to enjoy
sharing each and every one of those tastes with you.”

After the sandwiches were made, the two sat at the kitchen table, talking, eating, drinking and laughing while Dinah Washington continued to play in the background.
 

As she was beginning to clear the
dishes, Mitch stopped her.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be resting Danielle.”

“Oh come on, it's just a few dishes.”

“Let them wait until the morning, let's get you upstairs to bed,” he said with a smirk.

“I'm not going to argue with that.”

He took hold of her
hand as he guided her up to bed.

“Mitch, aren’t you going to check and make sure everything’s locked up?”

“Oh yeah I forgot, I don’t usually lock up but I will from now on.”

Smiling, she said, “Thank you.” And waited for him on the stairs.

Once they were in the bedroom, Mitch closed the door.

Even though they had made love downstairs, she still felt a bit nervous sleeping next to him, in his bed. This was all so new to her and she wondered if he felt the same.

Turning down the bed and walking over to her side, he kissed her ever so gently and

patted the bed, signaling for her to get in.

Once she did, all of her fears melted away the moment he held her close and again made love to her. Afterward they both fell into a deep, restful sleep.

“Good morning sunshine,” said Mitch as he greeted her with a kiss.

“Good morning right back.”

“Did you sleep well, how's your head?”

“I slept divine thank you and my head is much better thank you.”

“Don’t forget to take your medicine this morning.”

“Mitch, you're all the medicine I need,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

“Will you let me make breakfast for you?” Danielle asked cheerfully.

“No way, I'm gonna cook you breakfast.”

“Mitch, your spoiling me.”

“You deserve th
at and a whole lot more Danielle.”

“I don’t need any spoiling, I just need you.”

Walking out onto the patio, she couldn’t help but breathe in the warm spring air. It was a beautiful day and she was thankful that she was sharing it with Mitch.

Wrapping his
arms around her, he joined her.

“Gorgeous day huh?”

“Yes it is, summer is just around the corner, but I can’t help but think of how beautiful it must be here in the fall too,” she said while gazing out at the beautiful wooded setting.

“Yes it is a site, on
e that I’d be more than happy to share with you and It’ll be nice to have someone to finally help me rake up all the leaves come fall,” he said laughing.

“Oh so that’s why you want me around huh, to do the yard work?” She playfully punched him.

“Well, you did say you loved the yard, keeping a big yard like this up takes work and two hands are better than one gorgeous.”

Laughing she said, “Okay, I’ll make you a deal, I'll help you rake leaves come fall if you'll cover every inch of the house with
white lights come Christmas.”

Just the thought of her wanting to spend the holidays with him made him smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal Danielle; now let's seal it with a kiss. I've gotta get going to work, you'll be alright by yourself?”

“Yes, I'll be fine; I wish I could go to work though.”

“Now you heard Vic, you need to rest and take your vacation time, just enjoy it Danielle.”

“I will, Shay is going to stop by the house and pack a few things I need, is it okay if she and Jason come by this evening to drop them off? I was thinking we could do dinner?

“Danielle you don’t have to ask, its fine I look forward to seeing them.”

“Great, have a wonderful day!”

“You too and remember, I'm a phone call away.”

“I know, thank you for everything and thank you for just being you Mitch, I love you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you too.”
 

Kissing her goodbye, Mitch reluctantly got into his truck and drove to work.

 “Hey babe, I just got off the phone with Danielle, I'm going to pick up some of her things and then when you get home we'll head over to Mitch's for dinner, sound good?”

“Sounds great hun, do you want me to go to Danielle's place with you?”

“No, don’t be silly, I'm not afraid of that asshole, and besides, I don’t think he’ll be lurking around Danielle’s place when she clearly isn’t there. We haven’t heard anything from the police so I'm thinking he's backed off.”

He fucking better have, Jason thought to himself. I’d back off too if I had a .45 pointed in my face.

“Well you call me when you’re in the house; I want to be on the phone with you while you’re there.”

“Okay babe, I will. Love you, have a good day.”

“Love you too, later hun.”

As Shayla finished getting ready for work, she decided to call into the office and tell them she'd be
a little late as she had to run an errand.  Once she got the okay from the doctor she worked for, she grabbed her purse and keys and headed over to Danielle's place.

Shayla didn’t have to worry about a key as she and Danielle had exchanged keys years ago w
hen they became friends.
Shouldn’t take me long
, thought Shayla as she unlocked the front door and walked inside.

Heading up the stairs, Shayla remembered that Danielle kept her overnight bags in the downstairs closet. Returning downstairs and opening the
closet, Shayla did not see the large figure behind her until it was too late. The heavy punch to her face took her by surprise as she tried to regain her footing.

"Where is she?" the voice yelled out as he landed another punch.
  This time to her

stomach.

"Where is she?”

Gasping for air, Shayla clutched her stomach and looked up in the eyes of the man who was assaulting her. Even though he wore a dark stocking cap over his face, Shayla knew who it was, it was Ethan and he was trying to find out where Dani
elle was.  There was no way she was going to tell him; he'd have to beat her to death first.

“I'm not telling you anything you fucking psycho!” Shayla spat in his face and landed a swift kick to her assailant's crotch. Temporarily stunned, he lost his bala
nce and fell backward.  Shayla seeing her chance, scrambled over the sofa, pulled open the front door and ran out into the street screaming.  Within seconds neighbors came out and Shayla ran to Mr. Peterson.

“Oh thank god Mr. Peterson,” she said out of bre
ath and bleeding from her nose.  “Call 911, someone just attacked me!"

Pulling into work, Jason felt his cell vibrating. Geez a client already? My day hasn’t even started, he thought to himself. Realizing that it was Shayla calling he let out a sigh of rel
ief.

“Hey babe, what’s up?”

With panic in her voice, she fought hard to get the words out. “Jason Oh my god. Mr. Peterson, come quick!”

“What? Shay honey slow down I can hardly understand you!”

“Jason I’ve just been attacked, I'm at Mr. Peterson’s help is on the way.”

“What? Stay there Shayla! Don’t move I'll be right there.”

Starting his truck and slamming it into drive Jason thought to himself, that son of a bitch got to her, he fucking attacked her. I better call Mitch.

Already
at the job site, Mitch was speaking to one of his carpenters about the placement of built in shelves that the owner was requesting, when his cell rang.

“Hello?”

“Mitch, its Jason, listen no time for small talk. Mitch, that mother fucker attacked Shayla, I'm on my way to Peterson's place, get over there as soon as you can!”

“On my way!”

Leaving one of his carpenters in charge, Mitch jumped in his truck and sped over to Art

Peterson's house.

 Danielle soaked in the oversized bathtub and let her mind drift to the sweet

lovemaking that had happened just last night. The very thought made her ache for Mitch's touch. She hadn't felt this way in such a long time and it felt good. “I could get used to this,” she whispered, “I could definitely get used to this.”
 

S
itting in the tub until her fingers started to wrinkle, she got out and as she dried off, she wished she had some clothes.  Oh well, Shay will bring them soon enough, it'll be nice to spend the evening with Shay and Jason I miss them! I’d better throw something on so I can go in the kitchen and plan the meal for tonight. Putting on a pair of Mitch's boxers and a tee, she headed downstairs.

“Oh my god Shayla, are you okay? What the hell happened?” Jason asked as he rushed to her side.
  She ran towards him and fell into his arms.  In between sobs, she told Jason what she had just finished telling the police. She'd nearly finished when Mitch pulled up.

“Shayla are you okay? What did that animal do to you?”

“I'm alright, just a little sore Mitch thanks.”

“The co
ps going to finally arrest this asshole now or what?”

“Nope, they've sent someone over to his place but the fucker was wearing a stocking cap so there’s no positive I.D.”

“Are you shittin me right now?”

“Jason, this is getting worse and worse.

“I know buddy I know.  I'm just thankful my girl here kicked him right in his fuckin balls!”

“Good for you Shay,” Mitch grinned. “Good for you!”

“Oh that fucker deserves more than a kick in the balls that’s for sure.”

“He's gonna get exactly what’s coming to him very
soon.”

“Mitch, look we both want this guy but let him dig his own grave man, he's not worth going to jail for buddy.”

“I know what you’re saying Jason but at this moment all I can think about is wrapping my hands around his fat neck and chocking the life out of him.”

“I know. Mitch I'm right there with you but since Shayla was attacked, the cops are going to question him and he's too much of a dumb shit to outsmart the cops, so let's see what they come up with, let them build a case against this asshole and
see what happens.”

“I'll wait a while Jason, just a while. But know this; if nothing happens, if there's no case or he gets off, I'm going to take matters into my own hands.”

“I hear ya buddy, and if it comes to that, I've got your back.  Listen, I'm gonna take Shay home and put some ice on that bruise.”

“Of course, of course, listen, you guys still up for dinner tonight? I know Danielle will want to see the both of you and I figure we'd tell her the whole story tonight.”

“Absolutely,” said Shayla. “We'll be there. Oh damn, I still need to get her clothes.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” said Mitch. “I’ll go in now and pack some things.”

“Thanks Mitch.”

“No problem, you get home and rest up, we'll see you guys tonight.”

While he walked around Danielle's bedroom, Mitch began placing various items of clothing into a couple of her overnight bags. He couldn’t help but think about how in just a matter of days, his world had gone Topsy turvy. He didn’t mind it at all though; he was falling in love with Danielle and the lovemaking last night was incredible. The only downfall was that sick creep Ethan. How long has he been following her? Thinking about that made his head ache with rage. This guy isn’t going to stop until he has Danielle and that means if the police can't stop him, “I'll have to,” he whispered as he finished packing her bags.

After going through the freezer, Danielle decided on chicken breasts and a couple of steaks they could throw on the grill. She'd also make a couple side dishes to go
along with them.

“A nice garden salad and some baked beans sounds nice,” she said aloud.

This is going to be so nice, having friends over, and entertaining! And the thought of meeting Mitch's parents, spending the holidays with him, it would be a dream come true.

Ever since her parents had passed, she almost always spent the holidays alone. But that changed however when she moved to Vermont
 and made friends.  The holidays used to be something that she never looked forward to, but now she did. Sure she'd spent the past few holidays with Vic and Joe or Shayla and Jason, but this year she'd be able to spend it just like she had always dreamed, with someone special in her life. All of a sudden, she couldn’t wait for the holidays. “Here it is not even summer yet and I'm anxious for the holidays, what is going on with me?” She giggled.

Mitch was able to get Danielle's bags packed and headed back to work.
 
I'll still be able to get in a good amount of hours today
, he thought to himself.

Pulling into his job site,
he was glad for the distraction of work. He wanted to get his mind off of all that had happened today and that psycho. Slamming his truck door closed, Mitch walked onto the site ready to get some frustrations out by getting his hands dirty.  “What’s up boys? Let's get to work,” he said as he grabbed up a two by four.

  While staring at Danielle's picture, Ethan iced his hand and
 recounted the events that had occurred earlier. 
If that bitch had just told me where Danielle was, I wouldn’t have had to punch her,
he thought to himself.
Well she deserved it anyway. I have to find out where she is; maybe I’ll go to the store and ask Joe, he'll tell me. I haven’t been in there in a while, I'm long overdue. I need some duct tape and flex cuffs anyway.

Driving up to
the run down two family house where Ethan lived, two police officers radioed in that they had arrived and were going to talk to Ethan in his third floor apartment. Ethan heard the car doors slam shut and crept over to the window. Ahh, fuckin cops, no worries, they won't be able to get in. Because Ethan had an absentee landlord, he was able to put a dead bolt on all the doors leading to his apartment. And the door off of the front porch held an elaborate electronic keypad dead bolt on the inside.  Before anyone could even get to his apartment they had to try and get through the door off of the porch, which Ethan made virtually impossible.

The only way in was either by invitation from Ethan or deadly force. And for the two officers that were looking to quest
ion him, there simply wasn’t enough evidence to even think about using deadly force.