Midnight Roots (Silver Creek Ranch)

Chapter Fourteen

Heston

I pull out of her slowly as my dick goes limp. Given a chance, I'd probably get rock-hard again and have another round. I sit back and fix my pants, breathing hard.

"You okay?" I ask.

She adjusts her panties and dress and sits once again like a lady. "That was amazing."

"Thank you," I chuckle. "I try my best to please."

"Oh, I'm pleased," she says. "Very pleased with my care."

"I better get you home. It's getting late," I say, throwing the truck into gear and reversing. "I'll come to see you tomorrow at the Catch + Candle, though. Maybe we can have lunch? "

"I'd like that a lot," she says with a soft smile. "So this went well for you, too?"

"Definitely," I say, though I'm still wary of oversharing too much information. I don't want to scare her off with my demons. I don't even know if I have the energy to fight them tonight or to teach Tessa her lessons. Quite frankly, I'm ready to go home, fall into bed, and get some rest. Hopefully, the night terrors will stay away tonight.

I put my hand hesitantly on Dillon's leg as I drive, and she doesn't move away from it, so I keep it there. It's a comfortable drive back, and I can see her beaming from ear to ear. It fills me with joy that she's so happy. That's what I want to do: make her happy. From the moment I saw her, I knew that's what I wanted.

I pull up to her apartment building and get out, going to help her down from my truck. We walk hand in hand to her apartment door, and I stand there for a moment.

"Do you want to come in?" She offers.

"I need to get some sleep, but another time, maybe," I don't want to chance it just yet. If I have a night terror with her nearby she might get scared. I don't want to scare her. I want her to be prepared for what I am, who I am, what happens to me. That'll take time, even though I want to stay the night. I want nothing more than to spend the night.

"Okay, then, see you tomorrow," she leans up and kisses me softly.

I return the kiss, and then she's gone inside, and the door is shut. I swagger back to my truck and drive back to the farm. When I get there, I don't hear anything from the outside. Perhaps Tessa was so exhausted from her current state that she passed out again. That's no good.

Still, I'm merciful in my own way and just go to the bedroom, where I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed. I lie down and dream of Dillon, falling asleep easily enough.

When I wake up at midnight with the sheets soaking again, I curse myself. I'm hard as a rock, and I can hear whimpering through the walls. Tessa. She must have set off the night terrors with her confounded whimpering. I get up and get out a fresh pair of boxers, setting them on the chest of drawers. I strip the sheets and take them to the laundry room as is my usual routine, and then I move to grab my clean boxers so I can go shower.

I pause though at the sound of Tessa's whimpers through the wall. They sound so much like Dillon's when we were together earlier in the night. That magical moment where we were one. I can't believe it happened, and I feel like the luckiest guy alive. Dillon is a goddess that needs to be worshipped.

I put the clean boxers down, and I press a hand against the wall. I can hear her whimpers clearly, and I reach down and rub my hard-on through my boxers. Dillon. That's who I hear. I imagine it's Dillon whimpering my name as I push my boxers down and start to stroke my cock.

The whimpers grow louder as I groan, and I remember what it felt like to be buried deep inside her wet, waiting pussy. The sexy, lacey panties that she had on. I hadn't seen her breasts, but the cleavage had tasted delicious. The soft, succulent flesh that could so easily bruise because of my nips and sucks.

Tessa calls my name, and I bang the wall. "No talking," I yell the words, but I continue to stroke my cock. I shake my head, picturing Dillon again as Tessa returns to whimpers. I picture Dillon in only lacey underwear, and I feel my balls constrict. Fuck I'm so close. "Dillon," I murmur as my load shoots out to the floor.

I strip off my dirty boxers and wipe up the cum before I deposit them in the load of washing that's going. I finally go shower and get clean before I put fresh sheets on and fall asleep, determined to sleep like a lamb.

That doesn't happen. I toss and turn most of the night. Between Tessa's goddam whimpers and my own demons, I can feel this isn't going to be a good night. I get up and go to the porch, standing there in just my boxers and letting the air cool me down. I hear a bark in the distance, and I ready myself. There isn't another, so I let my guard back down. The dogs would go berserk if there were a predator nearby.

Shrieks come from inside the house, and I realize Tessa is awake again. The shrieks I will not abide by. I shut the door behind me and take the stairs two at a time. I reach the guest bedroom and slam the door open.

"Please, Heston," she cries. "Please, I'm in so much pain. Please make it stop."

I pick up the riding crop I left by the door, and I go behind her. "What have I told you about making a noise?" I whip her across her back. A red welt appears over her somewhat healed bruises. She cries out, and I whip her again. And again.

I whip her until she passes out from the pain, and I feel like I can finally think. I drop the riding crop by the door and shut it behind me. I go back to bed and lie down. Sleep still eludes me, and I think about Dillon instead. I wish I'd tasted her. It was all so passionate and rushed. I never got a chance to taste her little honey pot.

I intend to rectify that, but not in the morning. Not if I'm not getting any sleep.

I'm no man's man when I'm sleep-deprived.

I almost feel sorry for Tessa.

Almost.