If These Walls Could Talk

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6. The Storm

I was cursing myself as the snow came down faster, why didn’t I leave sooner? I should’ve just canceled. I know my car is on its last leg, but I’m trying to save as much money as I can. I didn’t realize the patients house was so far out when I agreed to take them, I need the money though, I’m pregnant and single. My patients wife offered me to stay until the storm passed, but I didn’t want to impose. I desperately wanted a hot shower before my shift at the hospital. As I grip the steering wheel tighter I’m wishing I would’ve taken her up on the offer. I am glad that I called my boss before I left to let her know that I would probably be late. She told me to take my time and if I couldn’t make it, it was alright. She knows my situation and is very sympathetic.

I can barely see with my wipers on high, I’m keeping my speed slow these roads are full of curves and it’s starting to get dark. I glance down at the time, I’m already an hour late. I left over an hour ago, but I don’t want to drive to fast. I slightly turn the wheel for curve in the road, before I know it my car is spinning around in circles. I try to steer out of it, but it’s no use, I’m spinning faster and faster. Suddenly I see trees and know that I’ve gone over the embankment, my heads hits the window hard and then blackness takes over.

I wake up and look around, I don’t know where I am. I’m in a soft bed and in clothes that aren’t mine, men’s clothes. I’m wearing men’s clothes. I look out the window and see darkness, I don’t know what time it is but I’m guessing it’s late. Cautiously I get out of bed, I see a bathroom door open, I quickly make my way in. I lock the door behind me and relieve myself. I feel my baby move, rubbing my belly, “I’m glad you’re alright little one, but where are we?” I decide to take a chance and explore to see if I can find anybody. Hopefully I can get my car back on the road and be on my way.

I walk out of the bedroom and quietly walk down the hall, I see a dog laying on the kitchen floor and a man at the stove. He’s a little taller than me, short black hair, and average build. He’s very good looking. He turns around, “you’re up, how are you feeling?”

Tugging at the bottom of my shirt, “where am I? What happened? Who are you?”

He turns off the stove and steps toward me, I don’t feel scared, I actually feel safe with him. He rubs my temple and I wince in pain, “you wrecked your car, my name is Adam and this is my house. How’s the little one?” His eyes drop to my stomach. It must be his shirt I’m wearing.

“She’s good, been moving around a lot,” I look out the window and see that it’s still snowing, “how did you find me?” I don’t remember seeing another house up here.

“Radar led me to you,” he bends down and pats the dogs head, “I was bringing in some firewood when he started barking and took off towards your car. What are you doing out in this weather anyway?” He hands me a cup of hot tea, which I take greatfully and motions for me to sit down at the table.

I sit, “I was on my way back from a patients house.”

“Going where?”

“To work. I’m a nurse at the hospital.”

He nods, “that explains the scrubs,” he sets a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me, “your husband let you drive by yourself in this weather in that car of yours?”

I take a bite and quietly moan, I’m starving. “No. No husband. No boyfriend either. The pay is good and I need the money. I thought I could beat the storm,” I finish my plate, wash it and place it in the strainer on the counter. It’s still dark, it must be late. “Can you take me to my car? I need to get going. Thank you for your help.”

He laughs lightly, “for one your car is buried with a good amount of damage, and for two the storm is supposed to last for a couple days.”

“A couple days! My car.” I slump back into the chair.

“This high up in the mountains we’ll get at least three feet out of it,” he looks out the window.

“Do you know where my bag is? I need to call my boss,” I also have a change of clothes in it.

“In there,” he nods towards the living room and I almost run for it, “you won’t get any signal around here for miles,” my shoulders fall and I turn to look at him. “The storm knocked out the lines, otherwise you could use mine.”

I feel a tear fall and I quickly wipe it away, “do you think your wife would mind if I take a shower?”

He laughs, “it’s just me. Help yourself,” I take my bag and make my way back down the hall.

I notice that there’s only one bedroom, the bedroom I woke up in. His. I wonder where he slept. Pushing the thought away I set my bag next to the sink, thankfully I carry a spare toothbrush with me. Why I really don’t know, but it’s coming in handy now. I have no soap or shampoo, so I’m going to have to use his. I look around and notice that the bathroom is actually quite large and nice. It has a large walk in shower and a separate soaking tub. I turn on the shower and step in, letting the hot water rain over my body, it feels good but I quickly wash and get out. I wipe the steam off the mirror and notice I have a small cut and some bruising on my left temple. I wonder how hard I hit my window? I dress in my spare clothes, an old shirt and sweats, I have no extra underwear or bra. I’m really cursing myself for not putting more clothes in my bag.

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the bedroom door, “miss are you okay?”

I open the door, “I’m fine. Thanks. My name is Magdalynn, but you can call me Lynn.”

“It’s late, you should get some sleep.”

Nodding, “I can sleep on the couch. It’s your house.”

“I actually don’t have a full size couch, you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the love seat,” he turns to walk away.

I grab his arm, “it’s your house, I’ll take the love seat.”

Sighing, “You really should be comfortable, take the bed. I’ll be fine.”

I look at the bed, then back to him, “we’re both adults, how about we both take the bed?”

“Okay, I’m going to shower first,” he gathers some clothes and heads towards the bathroom. I crawl into bed and pulling the covers up, the bed was incredibly comfortable, sleep finds me immediately. I wake up early the next morning and feel a heaviness over my body, it’s his arm. His arm is wrapped around me and his body is tight against my back. “You were shaking last night, I was afraid you were cold,” he moves his arm away and I feel cold. I felt safe and warm in his embrace.

“Ow,” I roll onto my back and flench as the baby kicks hard.

“Are you okay?” He hovers over me, concern on his face.

Nodding, “yeah, she’s really kicking,” I look up at him and see the concern has turned to curiosity, “how long do you think until I’ll be able to get my car out?”

He stops at the bathroom door, “a storm like this, it’ll take a couple weeks before they come up here to clear the roads,” I nod as he walks into the bathroom shutting the door.

I couldn’t help but cry. A couple weeks, I’m fired for sure, I can’t afford to lose this job. I’m sure that my car will need fixed on top of it. I hope it doesn’t take what little I have saved.

I didn’t even hear him come back into the bedroom, he pulled me close to him and wrapped me in a warm embrace. “I’m sure by know your family is looking for you,”

I shake my head, “it’s just me, I have no family,” sobbing harder.

Stroking my hair, “you can stay here as long as you need. I’ll take care of you,” placing his other hand on my stomach, “both of you.”

I roll over and face him, “we don’t even know each other.”

He rubs small circles on my back, “we’ll be just fine,” he kisses my check.

His touch is so soft, it’s comforting and turning me on at the same time. I’m almost eight months pregnant and haven’t had sex in over six months. My hormones are raging and I’m incredibly horny right now. His hand moves from my check down to my breast, lightly grazing over it. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, I could feel wetness beginning to pool. I place my hand on his chest, I can feel his muscles. They’re not huge, but I can feel them. He slips his hand under my shirt, squeezing and kneading my breast. I moan as he captures my lips with his, kissing me hard. He sweeps his tongue over my lower lip requesting entrance, I comply, his tongue fighting for dominance.

I slide my hand down, lightly rubbing his penis and he moans into my mouth. He rolls me onto my back, his hands exploring my body. He pushes my shirt up and takes my right breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple. He does the same to my right one and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

He pulls my pants down and kneels between my legs. Spreading my legs wide, “most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” he licks my clit, sending a chill down my body. He looks up at me asking for permission to continue and I nod. He dives in like a starving man who was just given food for the first time in weeks. His tongue flicks back and forth, his groans vibrating off me.

I feel my orgasm building and I try to push him away, “stop, I’m going to cum,” arching my back. His tongue felt amazing and I was moaning in pleasure.

“Cum for me,” pushing his tongue even further in. I griped the sheets as my orgasm hit, body shaking slightly. He sucks me clean before coming up, “delicious,” kissing me passionately. Slipping his boxers off he rubs my mound with his penis, before slowly entering me. He begins thrusting in and out, both of us moaning in pleasure.

I rolled us over, place my hands on his chest and begin to ride him, hard. I thrust myself up and down as he squeezes my breasts as they bounce. He sucks on my nipple causing my orgasm to explode out of me.

He thrusts my hips up and down, building me up to another orgasm, “tell me what you want,” he whispers.

“Hard,” I moan, “however you want, just hard.”

He lifts me off of him and places me next to him on my knees. “As you wish,” grabbing my hips he thrusts in from behind. I rock back to meet his thrusts as he pounds me. “Fuck you feel so good.” The sounds of our moans and his flesh pounding mine fill the air. I grip the pillow, screaming in pleasure as my third orgasm hits. “Oh god,” he thrusts as his orgasm hits. He pulls me up to him, “I could spend all night buried in you.”

“I’m not going to stop you.”

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