Beyond The Fury

Chapter Thirty-Eight

(Song- When I R.I.P. by Labrinth)
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Ivory's POV

I untangle my fingers from the strangers hair and take a step back away from her, but I keep my blade facing forward towards her, "Hardin?" My voice is a whisper but his name is filled with mystery. There is a hint of desperation to my voice but I don't care.

"Yes. Hardin Scott." She replies, leaving my heart feeling heavier.

"What do you want with him?" I ask defensively. What would she need from him? Is she an ex-lover? A crazy obsessed sex fiend. So many thoughts race through my mind and my heart beat increases. Do I want to know the truth? Is this stranger being honest.

"I want to speak with him. He has some information I need.." I stop her right there.

"What information?" I snarl. I am moments away from snapping. She is still hiding things- she is still lying! Even when I have a knife pointed at her neck.

"Listen to me, Ivory-" I stride towards her again, quick and ready to end whatever this is.

"How do you know that?!" I shout, "This isn't right. You shouldn't be doing this. I don't even know who you are!!" I say, angry tears brim in my eyes. Sometimes I just can't help the emotions that want to explode from within.

"Hayley." The stranger speaks lowly, "My name is Hayley." I stare for a moment, absolutely bewildered. She doesn't look like a Hayley... maybe more like a Maddison.

"Okay, Hayley. I'm going to say this once and only once." I pause for dramatic effect, "Stay the fuck away from me. Stay the fuck away from Hardin, or there will be consequences." I inch even closer to her and I hear an audible gulp sound through the eerie silence, "People go missing all the time. Bullets fly.."

The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife- but Hayley rises to her feet. A new found confidence.

"You should really reconsider who you consider your friends, and who you consider your foe's." My shoulders tense alongside my jaw.

"Is that a threat?" I ask cooly, keeping my composure. Hayley merely shrugs before she heads towards the door.

Before she gets the chance to leave I speak up, "Because if you're threatening me.. that is a very very stupid thing to do, Hayley." My words make her pause and look over her shoulder.

"It's a chance I'm willing to take." Her words come out as a bite and I hold my tongue, allowing the strange woman to leave.

If she wants a fight, she has one.

At least now I have an excuse to reach out to Hardin... I need to let him know that there is now a potential danger snooping around his 'parts'. Maybe he can sort it out quickly...

I shake away the gruesome thoughts. Hardin is always quick to 'deal' with problems like this... and by 'deal' I mean execute.

As I stand in my empty living room my chest tightens with excitement. This is an opportunity to rekindle the spark between Hardin and I... this could be enough to have him come home.

Maybe we can be together... I've changed, and hopefully he has too.

The entire night I find it hard to sleep. My limbs are tingle, my heart is erratic as I think about Hardin and what could potentially happen between us... I've missed him- God, have I missed him!

His touch.. my goodness. It's like nothing else. It's like nobody else.

I look to my side, I am wide awake now and I know there is only one thing that can possibly help me sleep. My fingers are quick to grab one of the decorative pillows and I hug it to my chest. My mind is whirling with erotic memories of Hardin and I and the pulse between my thighs just isn't seeming to go away.

I slip my hand into my underwear, toying and swirling over my sensitive clit as I build up even more wetness. My panties are soaked as I dip my fingertips inside of my slit.

An airy but quiet moan leaves my lips and I close my eyes, trying to truly indulge in the feeling. After I have worked myself close to the edge I force my hand away, waiting a moment before I drag my ruined panties down my thighs and off to the floor by the bed.

Bringing the pillow close to me I flip around so I am now on my knees. I slip the pillow between my legs at an angle and carefully lower myself down onto the edge of the firm material. A light gasp leaves my mouth as I begin to swirl my hips against the pillow. I chew on my lip to contain my sounds, even if I am alone, it's fun to try and keep quiet...

The sound of my wet pussy against the pillow quietly sounds throughout my bedroom and I feel my heart rate pick up in my chest. Moan after moan leaves my throat and I allow my fingers to grip onto the white sheets of my bed, "Fuck." I whine desperately as I circle my hips with even more need- chasing my high.

My whole body is enveloped with heat, my cheeks flush and a very thin layer of sweat meets my forehead. I'm close.. I'm so close..

"Hardin..." I say, breathless, as I imagine the pillow as Hardin. I'm sitting on his lap... his jeans are thick with his bulge and his eyes never leave my face. He's watching me so closely... so sinfully. Like I am an angel damned to Hell, his lips are plump and his fingers grip my hips firmly as he guides across him over and over again... his tattoos, his fucking hair, "Hardin.. ah.." I repeat, and just before I let go my subconscious convinces me that I hear him say, in that thick sexy voice of his,

"Good girl, baby. Cum for me."

And everything is a blur after that...