Love Hurts

Nine

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Camilla,

I laughed so hard at Hoss that I thought I was going to pee myself. He is incredibly funny with his family and he makes me feel young. But despite the laughter, we both know that we're not kids anymore. We have to be careful, especially since his grandma would definitely not approve of us being naked up here. Hoss acknowledges my point and agrees that we need to be cautious. Despite the potential risks, I love being up here. It reminds me of my carefree childhood, before I started worrying about boys and marriage. Hoss reassures me that I can regain my independence and that he's here to prove that not all men want to take away my freedom. His words carry a sense of seriousness and sincerity.
I reposition his mouth to mine and give him a kiss. "I appreciate your efforts to make me feel better, but I can't help but worry about what will happen if you're not there when he comes for me. It's just a matter of time," I express my concerns.
Hoss suggests, "How about we ensure that you're never alone? When you go out for lunch, either Olivia or I will accompany you. And what if I temporarily move in with you?"
I decline his generous offer, saying, "That's very kind of you, but we barely know each other. It's not a good idea." I notice a hint of disappointment in Hoss's smile, realizing that I've hurt his feelings.
"Alright, let's set that idea aside for now," he suggests. "Let's go back to what we were doing before. I enjoyed that much more," he says.
I smile back at him and whisper, "Me too."
"So, on that thought," I express, sliding my hand up and beneath his shirt.
"Camilla, if you prefer me not to undress you right now, I advise you to cease touching me like that. Because you're arousing me greatly at this moment." To demonstrate, Hoss presses his erection against my stomach.
"Uncle Hoss," a small voice calls from beneath the treehouse. "Will you come and play football with us?"
"Raincheck," Hoss replies, giving me one final kiss.
"Coming Joey!" Hoss shouts down to the young boy.
"What were you two doing up there? Were you kissing?" Joey inquires.
"Yuck!" Alice exclaims. "They're too old to kiss." Hoss's niece states matter-of-factly.
"No, they're not," Joey argues. "They're not as old as grandma and grandpa."
"We're not even as old as your mom and dad," Hoss informs them.
"But they still kiss, don't they, Alice?"
"Alright, who's up for a game of football?" I inquire, diverting the conversation away from the topic of adults and kissing.
"Me!" the children exclaim, raising their hands in the air.
"Great! Where's the football?" I ask.
"I have it," Joey says.
"Now I have it," Hoss interjects, snatching the ball and Joey up in his arms. "What should I do with the ball? Should I throw it in the trash?"
"No, not the trash," Joey squeals.
"Oh, okay. Should I throw it at your dad then?" Hoss suggests.
"Hey dad, catch!" Hoss exclaims, throwing Joey and the ball to Brian.
My heart sinks into my stomach.
"Can you throw me to my daddy?" Alice asks me.
"No, honey, I don't think I can," I reply.
"How about we start a game?" Brian suggests.
"What do you have in mind, bro?" Hoss inquires.
"Well, we have five males and five females. If the girls are willing to play, we can have a men versus women match," Brian proposes.
"So, Camilla, would you be interested in playing a game of football with us?" Brian asks.
"Let's do it," I enthusiastically respond.
"Alright, now that we have everyone gathered, how do you want to play?" I inquire.
"Do we play tackle? Or do we do it the less physical way?" Hoss asks us girls, suggesting touchless football.
"Well, I grew up with all guys, so I'm down with tackle if the other girls are," I respond.
"Let's show these guys what we're made of," Julie declares.
"Ladies first," Berry says, winking at his wife Olivia.
We all gather in a huddle.
"So, who wants to be the quarterback?" Jade asks.
"We'll let Camilla be the quarterback. She looks like she has an arm on her," Julie suggests.
We line up, and Mallory throws the ball behind her to me. I go to throw it to Jade, but Hoss intercepts it and takes me down to the ground.
"Gotcha," he says.
"Looking good over here. I cannot wait to get you home," he whispers.
"Get off me," I laugh, "and stop cheating."
"I'm not cheating, baby, it's the name of the game."
"Okay, lover boy, let's get this game back going," Brian says from behind us.
I push Hoss off me and return to the girls. We huddle up again.
"Okay, I'm going to throw the ball at you. Julie, run as fast as you can to where the guys said the touchdown area was."
"Okay, let's do the damn thing," Julie says.
We continue playing for another thirty minutes and we beat the guys. Of course, they claim that they let us win.
"Sore losers," Julie teases them.
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Hoss and I have spent the past two weeks together, going to lunch every day and him staying over every night. It feels like he's slowly moving in with me, even though he's not officially moving in. But honestly, I'm really enjoying having him by my side every night and waking up to him every morning.
We take turns cooking dinner each night, and today it's my turn to cook breakfast. However, I have different plans in mind. I start by kissing my way down his chest, gently waking him up as I go.
"Um, good morning, beautiful," Hoss says in a sleepy, husky voice.
"Good morning to you too," I reply, running my hands down his chest. Before I lose my nerve, I lean down and pleasure him with my mouth. A smile spreads across my face as I'm met with a pleasurable groan. He guides my head with his hands, holding me in place as he moves in rhythm until he reaches a trembling climax.
Then he lifts me up by my shoulders, turning me over onto my back. He kisses me passionately, trailing his lips from my shoulders down to my chest. I let out a loud moan, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through my entire body. He continues to kiss me, moving lower until he reaches my intimate area. He gently spreads my folds and uses his tongue to pleasure me, while wetting his finger and slowly inserting it into my tight opening. He skillfully strokes his finger in small circles, causing me to moan with desire, craving more. As he sucks and nibbles on my sensitive spot, he slides another finger into my back passage, starting off with gentle movements to allow me to adjust. Once I've relaxed, he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out until I reach a mind-blowing climax, writhing and screaming his name.
Oh, my goodness, he truly knows how to make a woman feel incredible and forget about all the worries in the world. He makes me feel desired and beautiful beyond words.
"Oh, Hoss, please," I beg.
"Please, what, baby?" he asks, teasingly.
"Fuck me, Hoss," I plead, unable to contain my desire any longer.
        "Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, moving up my body and planting kisses along the way. When he reaches between my legs, he looks down at me, and I can see various emotions in his eyes, but the one that stands out the most is lust.
        I reach up and gently caress his cheek. Leaning up, I give him a tender kiss on the lips.
        Hoss kisses me with such gentleness, moving in and out of me with care.
       "Oh, Hoss, you feel amazing. Please don't stop," I moan.
       Hoss smiles down at me. "Never, baby."
      He continues to make love to me for a whole hour.
     Yes, you heard that right. An entire hour, and it was absolutely incredible. I climax three times.
     After our shower, I start preparing breakfast while Hoss shaves. As I stand at the stove, cooking bacon, Hoss walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck just below my ear, in that spot that always weakens my knees.
     "Mmm, you smell so good," Hoss says, inhaling my hair.
    "So, how do you want to spend our Saturday?" Hoss asks.
    "Let's watch LMN movies all day," I suggest.
    "Why, Ms. Camilla, I believe you've got yourself a date," Hoss replies.
    "Yay!" I squeal in delight.
     After finishing breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, Hoss and I relaxed on the couch and spent the day watching LMN movies. We took breaks in between for some intimate moments and short naps. Suddenly, the phone on the table started ringing.
     "Is that my phone or yours?" Hoss asked, looking at the phones.
     I glanced at them and smiled. "It's mine. It's my friend Kim from New York. Maybe she's calling to let me know when she's coming this way."
     "Hello, darling," I answered the call.
     "Someone sounds like they're in a good mood today," Kim said from the other end of the line.
     "I couldn't be in a better one," I replied, smiling at Hoss.
     "Well, maybe this will make your mood even better. I'm boarding the plane in two weeks."
    "Really!" I squealed with excitement.
    "Oh, that makes me so happy. How long will you be staying?"
    "We're starting with a month, and if I like it there, maybe permanently."
    "Oh, Kimmy Bear, that would be wonderful."
    "Cami Bear, I knew you would appreciate that news. Anyway, I called to let you know that I'm finally coming down. I love you, and I'll see you in two weeks."
   "Love you too. I can hardly wait to see you and show you around town."
   "And introduce me to your new guy," Kim added.
   "Well, that's a given," I laughed.
   "When I finish my call with Kim, I excitedly inform Hoss that my best friend is coming to visit from New York in two weeks. It has been such a long time since I last saw her and I can't wait to see her face and give her a hug. She has been my rock and has helped me get through the past five years. Without her, I don't think I would have made it. Hoss responds, saying it's good to hear and asks how long she will be staying. I reply, saying hopefully a month or even longer if she enjoys her time here. I then settle back down on the couch with Hoss to finish watching our movie."
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         The following day, I remember that my mother's birthday is approaching and I really want to call home. However, I don't want to be traced back to my current location. So, I discuss the situation with Hoss and he agrees to help me get an untraceable phone so I can call home.
        Hoss asks me, "Why do you think he hasn't traced you through Kim's calls?"
        I reply, "Because he doesn't know about Kim. He believes we had a falling out a couple of years ago and lost touch."
       I explain, "The jerk tried to sleep with Kim and threatened to make her life a living hell if she told anyone. But she confided in me, and we staged a fake falling out."
      Hoss smile at me and he says, "Look at you two being sneaky."
      Hoss then informs me, "I have some errands to run, so I'll leave you to make this call in private."
      I express my gratitude, saying, "Thank you for understanding, Hoss."
      He leans down and kisses me before leaving the room, saying, "Anytime."
      Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepare myself for the call. I have no idea how my parents will react. It's been 8 months since they last heard from me, and as far as they know, I'm dead. How on earth do I explain this to them?
      I dial my parents' number and my mother answers the call.
      "Hello."
     *Pause*
     "Hello," she says again in her irritated tone.
     Summon the courage and greet her properly, Camilla.
    "Hey Mom."
     "I'm sorry, who is this?"
     "It's me, Mom. It's Camilla."
    "But that's impossible. My Camilla died in a boating accident. So, this must be some sick prank."
    Of course, he would come up with a ridiculous lie.
    "Wait, Mom, please don't hang up. I can explain everything. If Dad is there, please ask him to come to the phone too, and I'll tell you both at the same time."
   *Silence fills the air.*
   "Hello," a deep voice comes on the line, and tears well up in my eyes.
   "Hello, Dad!"
   "Camilla, sweetheart, what's happening? We were informed that you passed away in a boating accident eight months ago, and now you're calling us?"
     "I have something difficult to share, and it's not easy for me to say or for you to hear," I tell them.
     "Okay, honey, we're here to listen. Whatever it is, we'll support you," my mom reassures me.
    "Thank you, momma." Here it goes. "Allen, my husband, was abusive. I was terrified to confide in anyone for the longest time. He had manipulated me into believing that nobody would believe me because he was a well-known lawyer and I was just a nobody. When I finally gathered the courage to speak up, he found out and brutally beat me. He threatened to kill you, momma, and then me. I believed his threats, so I kept silent. But that wasn't the worst part. About eight months ago, I was three months pregnant. Allen seemed to be doing well, but when he came home in a bad mood, he took his anger out on me for not meeting his expectations of cleaning and cooking. He kicked me down a flight of stairs, thinking I was dead. He left the house, and I immediately called Kim. By the time I reached the hospital, I had already lost the baby. Kim and a friend from work devised a plan to help me escape from him. They staged my death, making it appear as though I didn't survive the fall."
      As I speak, tears stream down my face, and I realize how deeply this has affected me.
     "Oh, Cam baby, I'm speechless. Please forgive me," my mom cries on the other end of the phone.
     "I understand, momma. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you earlier. Allen had convinced me that you wouldn't believe me, and if you did, he would harm you," I explain, my voice filled with sorrow.
       "No, he was aware that I had the power to expose him. A judge holds more authority than a lawyer any day of the week," momma asserts.
       "Honey, we're just relieved that you're safe and away from him. We had a suspicion, but you kept silent about your life with him for years, burying it deep within. We're deeply sorry," daddy says.
      "It's alright daddy, whether you knew or not doesn't matter. He wouldn't have left me alone, but now I'm living a wonderful life."
       "And I've met an amazing guy. He's helping me with self-defense and teaching me how to use a gun."
      "Can I ask where you are, momma inquires cautiously?"
      "I don't think it's safe to say, momma. I don't want to reveal too much in case he's tapped into your phone. But when the time is right, I'll let you know where I am and come visit."
     "Alright baby, but how do you know he can't trace this call?"
     "Because I'm using an untraceable line."
    "Okay baby, we love you. Please call us again soon."
    "I promise, I will. I love you, bye."
     After ending the call with my parents, I collapse onto the couch and let out all my pent-up emotions. Hoss, joins me on the couch and wraps his arms around me, offering comfort. I cling to him tightly, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
     "It went better than I expected," I manage to say between sobs.
     "All these years, Alan had me convinced that my parents would never believe me over him," I continue, my voice trembling. "But now I realize that I should have reached out to them a long time ago. I've been living in fear, hiding from my husband, afraid that he would find me and harm me."
    Hoss reassures me, "You have nothing to fear with me and my boys by your side."
    I try to smile through my tears, expressing my gratitude. "I wish I could believe that," I say softly.
    Hoss gently holds my face in his hands, making me look into his eyes. "Baby, I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect you. He will never lay a hand on you again."
    I kiss Hoss on the cheek, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Hoss, for everything you're doing for me."
    We continue talking, sharing my longing for my parents and how much I miss them. Eventually, we decide to go to bed for the night. However, unlike the peaceful nights we've had for the past eight months, this night is filled with restlessness and unease.
     I had a dream about Alan finding me and saying his usual words. No matter how much I try to run, I can never escape him for long. In the dream, he chokes me until I pass out, and I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm now in my kitchen, trying to calm myself with a glass of wine, hoping to go back to sleep soon because I have work in the morning. But then Hoss, my knight in shining armor, comes to find me. He asks me why I'm up in the middle of the night. I turn around in my chair and hold onto his waist, explaining that I had a nightmare about my ex trying to harm me, which is unfortunately a common occurrence. Hoss suggests that we try to replace those bad dreams with better ones. He lifts me out of the chair and places me on the table, slowly removing my pajama bottoms and panties, and then he inserts two fingers inside me. I can't help but moan in pleasure. He asks if it feels good, and I respond with a breathless "yes" as I start riding his fingers. He holds me tightly, kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe, and whispering in my ear, assuring me that I am safe and he's got me. When I'm on the brink of climax, he encourages me to let go and trust him, and I do. I experience a powerful orgasm, my chest heaving with pleasure. Hoss then pushes my shoulders back, lays me flat on the table, and pulls my ass to the edge. With one arm, he holds my legs and places them over his shoulder, and with one swift motion, he enters me forcefully. I cry out, and he moans. He thrusts into me hard and fast, muttering curses under his breath. Finally, we reach our climax together.

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