Killing Tink

Ch. 28

John pulled the car into the attached garage and hit the button to swing the door closed. Air escaped between his pursed lips as he leaned forward to tap his forehead on the steering wheel. He'd been rushed, and that could lead to sloppy mistakes and a higher chance of running into trouble. His muscles were sore from carrying Hope across the parking lot and his right eye twitched from the stress of dealing with Alice. Hope had better be worth it.

He leaned back in the seat and took off his safety belt before closing his eyes and searching his thoughts for a happy place. Tonight it didn't even need to be especially happy, a calm place would do. Anything to stop his mind from spinning in what ifs and releasing endorphins of fear. He slowly inhaled and let his body rest. He'd done it, gotten Hope home and without a glitch. The hardest part of today was over and now he had several hours before she woke to get himself together.

It didn't take long before his body slowed and relaxed and his happy place came into focus. Alice. Her long brown hair combed and damp, skin pale and porcelain clear. He wasn't fond of the blue tint to her lips, but all that could be fixed with cosmetics. He'd never seen her so relaxed and peaceful. Even sedated she'd always held a crease in her brow and a strange tenseness to her. This afternoon she'd been beautiful.

At times he wished to be more left brained and artistic. If he were he'd paint her, just as she was now in a peaceful relaxed state. He hadn't had enough time with her. These were delicate matters. Sophie and Calina would probably still resent Alice and now Hope would be in the mix. It was overwhelming really, and spending time between them all would be incredibly difficult.

Right now Alice and Hope were priorities. He knew deep down he should have followed his plan and taken care of Alice. The construction site on the way to work was a perfect opportunity, but she'd stumped him. He didn't expect to get something from her apology. He didn't expect her to glow when she came out of the bath relaxed and peaceful or to be overwhelmed with need to stay connected.

Perhaps there was still a chance he could get back on trac, that Hope would be all he needed and the deep attachment he felt for Alice would be replaced with someone who could appreciate it and follow basic rules. He turned around in the seat and looked at Hope. Parted lips slightly pulsing with her slow even breaths. She was damaged, her broken teeth and scarred up thin frame brought her an exotic look he hoped he could get used to. Damaged. Broken. Probably as wild and dangerous as Alice.

He peeled back the blanket and placed his hand on her thigh lifting her gown slightly. Her skin was warm, and her muscles relaxed and still except for the barely visible rise and fall of her chest.

"I'm sure I can help you Hope. We just have to work together. You and me and the rest of the house. It's going to be work, but everything that's worth it is work isn't it?"

There was no movement or stirring and he felt deflated. Why were women so difficult? He was an easy man to get along with. Hardworking and kind, all he asked for was peace and a little pleasure every now and again. He yanked the nightgown back into place and turned and removed the key.

It had been a full day and he still needed to clean Alice's room for Hope and figure out what to do with sweet Alice. Maybe there wouldn't be tension and Calina would understand Alice. But would he be able to sleep at all knowing Alice was near him? He imagined laying in bed with Calina and Alice and immediately it aroused him.

Calina would have to deal with it. For some reason he had an unbreakable bond with Alice. He needed to resolve things properly or he wouldn't be fully effective for Hope. He opened the door and stood in the chilly garage stretching to allow his erection room. Painfully he bent back into the car and pulled the blanket tighter around Hope.

He knew he should turn on the heater, keep her body temperature warm while she napped but he didn't have the time. His erection throbbed and Alice was waiting. He left the light on in the garage and open the door to home. He needed a moment. He'd done a good deed. He'd saved Hope from tests and breakdowns and people prodding into her past. He deserved a moment of pleasure for a deed well done.

The house smelled of cleanser and strawberry shampoo and he quickly walked past the kitchen and into the living room where Alice lay wrapped wrapped in a blanket. The plastic on the couch crinkled as he sat next to her but he barely noticed. His hands were busy peeling off the damp blankets and throwing them onto the plastic tarp covering the floor.

He grabbed the nightgown waiting on the back of the couch, a pale blue cotton and balled it up his fist. He needed to get it put on too much time had already passed and it would be difficult later to get it on her stiff frame. His hands trembled as he slipped the neck of the gown over her head and as he flipped out her hair the smell of it assaulted him with pleasure.

"You look beautiful Alice."

He whispered in her ear and slowly teased her lobe with lips. His chest tightened and he scolded himself. Time. He needed to stay on task. Later there would be so much time. The intoxication of her smell and the taste of her skin ran down his center like fire. He shuddered in pleasure and willed himself to walk away for a moment but the momentum was already at a level beyond reason.

He thrust his face into the clean cool skin of her neck and rubbed his hands across her unmoving chest.

"Alice."

Even saying her name brought pleasure. His lips moved across her skin until he found her breasts where he suckled and pulled with mouth. She was his greatest pleasure and there was no reason to stop. As he traced his tongue across her torso and down her stomach he fumbled with his belt. All the troubles of the day were swept away like a tsunami as he placed one of her legs off the couch and onto the floor before thrusting himself deeply into the place he'd claimed as his.

He rocked himself deeper despite the pain from the friction. He wanted to slow himself, to take his time and make it perfect, perhaps some of the lubricant from his nightstand drawer and some sweet words for her but it couldn't be helped. The need was intense and animalistic and he felt empowered. Nothing could stop his body from completing.

Grabbing her hair with his fist he reached his release and felt himself pulsate with pleasure. His breath came in quick gasping heaves and he shuddered pulling back and laying himself across her.

"Even now you're a very bad girl Alice."

When his body recovered he stopped to pick up one of the blankets from the floor and cleaned himself before pulling back up his pants. When he was satisfied he was dry he took some time to wipe her as well, carefully making sure to get the small puddle that had gathered on the plastic in the gap between her legs.

He felt better. Able. Ready to take on the task of cleaning the place where Hope would learn to embrace her past and face a future that John hoped would be long and happy. She deserved that, and he did too.

With one small kiss on her forehead he finished getting Alice dressed and plopped her leg back on the couch.  It was going to be a good night. If he was diligent he would even have time to sleep.

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I've got nothing.   I'm eager to see what happens when Hope wakes up and realizes her whole world has changed.