Duskwood After Story

My Love

Note for this chapter:

Heyya lovely people! :)

This chapter is another short one and a bit... R18+. Please proceed with caution. 🤭 Other than that, I hope you enjoy.

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"Hey Jake?" - I asked while still maintaining my gaze at the wide ceiling.

"Yes, Bailey?"

"What have you been up to since we last spoke? Besides the constant moving, I mean..."

"Well... for one thing, I have had to monitor my pursuers daily in case they make a move. For others, I work on Nymos. Software never stops needing updating, you know that." – Jake said as he turned to face me, referring to his most recent finding about me – "And my other projects."

"You have other projects too?"

"Yes. Those are my sources of income, you can say. People buy them as service for their needs."

"Oh..." – I paused in rumination. Service for their needs. Those words stood out in my ears.

"Don't worry." – He said in reassurance, as if he could hear my thoughts – "These projects belong to a shell company that I made years ago. They're not illegal and there is no way to trace back to me."

"Oh, I see."

I sat up from the sofa and turned to face Jake as another idea entered my mind. Noticing this, Jake also began to straighten up. With a loving grin in his eyes, he lifted one hand to stroke over my face.

"What's wrong, Bailey?"

"I have always wondered how you became wanted in the first place."

Jake sighed wearily. He sat back on the sofa. I did the same, holding his arm tightly and laying the side of my face on the couch's frame.

"I'm sorry if it reminds you of any difficult feelings. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, it's fine." – He answered – "I think it's time you knew, especially now that we have decided to be together." – His hand stroked my hair tenderly.

His gaze returned to the ceiling.

"It was 4 years ago. I had a corporate job, just like everyone else. One faithful day, I discovered a security vulnerability that could exploit data from millions of clients. In a way, this breach seemed almost deliberate on their part. So, I brought it up with my supervisor who then told me it was nonsense. I insisted on having it fixed and explained to him how it was extremely important, but nothing. All of the sudden, the next day, I got a letter of termination from work. Subsequently, I found out that my bank account had got locked, my house would be taken away by the government and the FBI issued an arrest warrant on me, claiming that I was a cyberterrorist. I, of course, did not want to be in prison for something I did not do so I packed my things and ran away. That's the story of how I became a wanted hacker."

My eyebrows wrinkled and I felt all the muscles on my face contorted with a mixture of rage and sadness. As I tried to calm my rapid breathing, I tightened my hold on Jake's arm.

"That must have been hard for you. I'm so sorry. Life is so... unfair."

His hand on my hair became more tender. Sorrow flashed quickly through his eyes then disappeared when he looked at me – "It's okay, my love. It was not your fault. And now, I have you."

My face turned a crimson color upon his words. Has he ever called me with such affectionate terms?  The thought churned in my head.

My love. The endearment in his voice rushed through my veins like a stream of spring river. My body was ablaze with a strange sensation and before I could even think about it, I grabbed Jake's arm and dragged him closer to me until his lips were on mine once more. His eyes were open in astonishment. And before long, he kissed me back, his eyes closed in full enjoyment. His kiss was not gentle like when we were on the grassy meadow but ravenous and unyielding. I whimpered as his lips parted mine, drowning in the moment. His hands were on the back of my head, holding me in place. We rolled over onto the couch, tangled together, still kissing. His hands then wandered like a wild animal along the curves of my body, swept with desire. And when he felt my breasts, desire started to blend into raw lust. At that moment, he broke off the kiss and gazed into my eyes, nose-to-nose, panting.

I writhed when he broke off the kiss, my eyes meeting his with an electric buzz. My voice was breathless, too.

"See, this is what happens when you start calling me names..."

"Then I should do that more often, my love." – Jake teased as he buried his face into my neck, kissing, sucking from my collar bone to my earlobe. He growled in my ear and pressed his body up against me. I groaned, deep and from my chest, when he pressed into me.

Jake stopped once again. Looking down at me with lustful eyes. He let out a throaty voice, struggling to keep his breath stable.

"I'm sorry. This is not my style. We should stop now before I can't stop myself anymore- "

At that moment, it wasn't the careful courtesy that I wanted. Not now, not after all this time, and I knotted my fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against me. His words were then lost in between our tongues. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled me, gathering me against him. He picked me up and made his way to the bedroom. Once there, he placed me down gently on his bed. The last thing I heard him say was: "Nymos, turn bedroom camera off.", before passion took complete control of our heated, entangled bodies like nothing I had ever experienced before.