Wayward Wolf

Can of Worms

Raymond

I never thought I'd step near that house again and if I did, I wouldn't know it. But it was like the smell of the area was rooted so fucking deep into my brain that I knew where I was as soon as that goddamn door opened. Maybe that's what fear does, takes anything associated with the cause and imprints it permanently onto your soul. I stepped right back to that day, the burning, the fear, the pain, and Jerry's goddamn fucking eyes staring down at me.

As soon as I got home, Frankie was pushing me into the living room, telling me to sit my ass down and that he'd hogtie me if I didn't listen. A part of me wanted to curb stomp him, but the other vaguely remembered Eve telling him to keep me out of the garage. I've been trying my hardest to make sure she's happy, especially with everything going on. So, I gritted my teeth and laid out on the couch.

I was expecting either an over emotional Eve when she got back or being coddled. What I did not expect was for her to offer herself as a way to vent my frustration. Despite yesterday going so fucking horribly, the way it ended wasn't so bad.

A couple days have passed unpleasantly quietly. I just wish that little bastard would show his face so I can shove my fucking fist down his throat. Eve at least has had one of her male coworkers walk her to her car when she gets off work. It makes me feel absolutely fucking useless, but at least she's safe, a little afraid and paranoid, but safe.

We're lying in bed after dinner and after I thoroughly fucked her, my head resting on her bare chest. The stench of sex and sweat is still heavy in the air, but her heartrate has slowed, and her fingers lazily twirl through my hair. I'm fully prepared to lie like this until I finally fall asleep, but the quiet is pierced by the sound of Eve's phone ringing. I groan, annoyed, but roll over when she softly pats my upper back. This better be fucking important.

"Hi, Mom, what's going on?" Eve answers.

"Hi, sweetie," Sandy's voice speaks softly over the phone, "just wanted to let you know that Marie went into labor. She should be here in about an hour."

Fucking hell. This is the first time since she ended up snowed in with me that Sandy's called to have her help delivering a baby. I think possibly she was giving us some time to get settled together before giving Eve even more work. It made me feel like a bum, Eve working so hard while I didn't do much of anything, but there aren't a lot of work opportunities for a blind man in rural Idaho. Besides, I think if I tried to tell Eve to stop working, she'd bite my head off.

After a few more moments of soft chatter about this woman giving birth, Eve finally speaks to me. "I'm assuming you heard that. Will you go with me? I don't think I want to drive on that secluded road by myself."

The only prompting I need is the slight quiver in her voice. I feel around for the edge of the bed before rolling to my feet. We need to shower before we leave because her brothers and father might kill me if we show up stinking of sex. It's hard to keep my hands to myself when I know Eve is naked, wet, and sudsy just inches from me even when I can't see her, but she has far more willpower than I do. So we get out of the shower before I manage to pin her to the wall and fuck her senseless. Again.

I pull on clothes and sit on the couch while I wait for Eve to do whatever it is women do to get ready. All I know is that she smells fantastic when she comes out of our room, all sugary and coconut-y. I've gotten so used to having Eve all to myself in the evenings that it's like torture getting into the car knowing that she'll be off doing something else while I do... something. Probably just sitting somewhere and trying not to move and accidentally kill myself tripping over a coffee table.