Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 68

Lucien's P.O.V.

Bella was magnificent, just as I knew she would be. We fit so well together, I was able to find her G spot pretty quickly, and if given the chance, I know I could extract multiple orgasm's from her every time we are together. She's exhausted after an hour of love making, and I'm afraid she's going to be pretty sore tomorrow. I carry her back into the house, telling myself I will get up early to clean up the barn, and I bring her to her room. She's made no indication that she wants to shower. In fact, if I let her go, she'd probably melt into her bed like a boneless sack of skin, so I find her pajamas and ask if she wants to sleep on her bed or the couch. I have to laugh when she says couch because she's not planning on being up before her father. Such a wonton between the sheets, but a good little girl for Daddy. I like that dichotomy.

After grabbing a few pillows and the blanket folded neatly at the foot of her bed, I carry her back to the family room. I put the pillows on the couch, then I lay her head gently on one of them, sliding onto the couch behind her. She's already sleeping so I tuck her tightly against my chest, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders, and close my eyes.

In what seems like only a few minutes, I'm awakened by the smell of bacon and the soft sounds of percolating coffee. The storm has passed, Bella is still asleep tucked tightly against me, and either her father or brother are up and in the kitchen. I extract myself from behind her and pad into the kitchen, preparing to face the consequences of being caught on the couch this morning with Bella in my arms. Both her brother and father are there, so I brace myself for their glares and stern words. They surprise me when neither of those things happen. Her father says, "Good morning," and her brother says, "Coffee is ready, there's cream and sugar on the table."

"Thank you," I say, pouring coffee into an 'I LOVE TENNESSEE' mug. Kind of ironic since I thought I was going to hate it here, yet I found everything I never knew was missing from my life. "May I help with anything?"

Garrett walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You've helped this family more in the last seventy two hours than a lifetime of therapy could have accomplished." His eyes are glassy and he pulls me into an embrace, pounding my back with emotion. "Thank you, Lucien. Bella looks more like herself than she has in years." When he stops hugging me, he grabs both my shoulders and smiles into my face. "You are welcome here anytime, son. I can tell how much you care for my daughter."

I smile back at him. "That I do Mr. Parker, very much." I'm a little bewildered at the show of genuine affection he is giving me after finding me wrapped around his daughter on the couch this morning. "I need to grab some clothes from my bike, please excuse me," I tell them, heading out the door. When I get to the barn, I quickly fold the tarp and grab my clothes. They smell like sex, and I inhale deeply at the fragrance, smiling widely at the mess Bella makes when she's turned on. Upon inspection, I realize I do not have any more clean clothes, so I change into the least dirtiest pair of jeans I have, keeping the tee shirt I slept in on, and head back to the house. Garrett and Chris have plated up some bacon and eggs for me, but before I join them I announce my clothes are pretty dirty and I don't want to sit on their upholstered kitchen chairs.

"Chris, go grab something for Lucien to wear," Garrett instructs his son then turns back to me. "Gather your laundry, our washer and dryer are through there," he says, indicating a hallway off the kitchen.

"I appreciate that sir, but I should be heading home soon," I tell him, wanting to talk to my father about Bella and my new found fervor to be in her airspace at all times. What do I need to do to keep her by my side? I hope Dad has some answers for me.

Garrett tisks and shakes his head. "Breakfast is on the table and what are you're going to do, leave before Bella wakes up?" Garrett asks with raised eyebrows.

Oh, probably not a great idea. "No, I suppose not," I say, glancing in Bella's direction. "Thank you for breakfast, sir," I murmur quietly.

"Of course, Lucien," Garret says, looking fondly at his daughter. "Let her sleep. Chris could use your help getting the animals into their pastures while I get their food ready."

"Sure, no problem," I reply, heading back to the barn to get my dirty clothes. I make sure to wrap my sex stained shirt inside my dirty jeans just in case Christ and Garret have enhanced olfactory senses, and I meet Chris in the laundry room where he hands me some clean clothes. I thank him and start stripping to throw everything I have into the wash. I put on his clean clothes, they're a little tight but not too bad, and head out to help him with the animals.

We head to the dog run first, letting them out into the gated pasture. Ninety percent of them race outside, barking and frolicking in the wet grass. The other ten percent get under foot, making Chris laugh. "Go away you little rascals, you'll get your breakfast soon enough." When we walk into the barn, the undeniable scent of shit wafts toward us and Chris grabs a rake and a bucket. "I've got this if you'd be so kind as to let the emu's out to pasture." I nod and jog off toward the flightless birds.

When I open their door, they look at me with suspicion. The peacocks and hens march out like they're in a parade, but the emu's don't budge. Bella said to stay out of their path, so I tiptoe into the barn, allowing them free access to the outside. Sounded like a good plan except they turned and followed me. "What's up emu's?" I say gently, hoping to get them to turn around and race outside, but they keep advancing toward me. I'm not worried, I know they cannot hurt me, but I don't want to scare them and perhaps injure them inadvertently. They both keep walking slowly toward me, so I open my arms like I saw Bella do to herd them in the right direction. Instead of running away, they both walk into my embrace, one puts its head against my chest, the other wraps its head around my arm, pinning it to my side. I'm taken aback, what the hell is going on? Then Chris pops his head in the barn and stares at me in stupefaction.

"What the..." he starts, unable to finish his exclamation. "How did you get them to come to you?"

I shake my head. "I just put my arms out to herd them like I saw Bella do and they walked right into my embrace," I tell him, gently scratching their long necks.

"I've never seen anything like that," Chris tells me, backing out of the doorway. "See if you can get them to come outside."

I nod and start walking toward the barn door, astounded when the emu's turn to walk with me. When we get outside, Chris closes the door behind us and watches me for a minute. I stand with my arms at my sides while the birds rub against me. "Okay now, shoo!" I tell them, a little uncomfortable with the attention they're giving me. They seem to understand and walk away.

"That was pretty incredible," Chris tells me, "I've never seen them let anyone get close to them, let alone touch them, what's your secret?"

"I don't know, I guess they can tell I like birds," I tell him simply. He shrugs and turns toward the next enclosure.

After we get the horses, sheep, goats and llama out to pasture, we head toward the pigs. These unlucky animals were fed human remains, and as a reward, people wanted to slaughter them and discard them like trash. The poor beasts. They didn't request that particular dinner they were unwittingly served, they were only trying to survive. Holy shit...I've had another epiphany, and it makes my knees go weak. Bella needs me to be her savior, just like these animals needed the Parkers to be theirs. I have to be strong when she's weak, the balm to her heat, the ice to her fire. I need to be the unmovable rock in her storm, the island when she's lost at sea so she can face her past and be free of its constraints. Okay Dad, I completely understand why you sent me here now. The pigs look at me as they walk outside, and the smell of pig shit permeates my nose. Before I can do anything, Chris is there with a different rake and a different bucket.

"I'm not going to ask our guest to clean shit the first day he's out here. You should go back inside and see if Bella's awake," he tells me, turning into the barn. "I've got this."

I nod my thanks. I'll do a lot of things, but cleaning up dog and pig shit is pretty low on my list. I smile to myself when I think Bella could probably convince me to do it.

When I get back in the house, I check my laundry. I had it set for a quick wash and it's done, so I throw my clothes into the dryer. Then I walk into the family room where my soul-mate is still sleeping. I stand there, watching her for a while, trying to come up with one thing I don't love about her, and failing miserably.