The Lonely Road.

CHAPTER TWO

BETTY'S POV

It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

It was no different for Betty. Had she lain passive beneath him, he knew he would never have forced her. But her mouth clung to his. He felt her shiver with sensation, arching into his hands and mouth as if he were all that she craved. Her blind Acceptance of his every caress sent his ardour spiralling. His blood was boiling, his rod near to bursting the bounds of his skin. But he would not hurry his possession of her, for he wanted the memory of this night to remain branded in her heart forever……

As he knew it would be in his.

With precise deliberation, the heel of his hand laid claim to the satin hollow of her belly. She inhaled raggedly but didn't stop him. His mouth gauged the wildly raging pulse at the base of her throat. He buried his fingers in the flaming curls that guarded the centre of her womanhood, a plundering quest that did not stop until he touched her very heart of her.

He felt the flutter of her hands upon his shoulders.

"Dan", She said faintly "Dan.."

His lips swallowed her choked little cry. "It's an all right babe" he murmured into her mouth. "Just let me touch you…" he kissed her endlessly, allowing her to adjust to his blatantly possessive touch there between her thighs.

His patience was rewarded. His first sweeping pass grazed soft, dewy folds; the second explored with unerring precision, parting each side of her furrowed cleft to seek the bud hidden deep within. It was there he now worked his magic, circling and skimming that taunt kernel of his, loving the way her breathing hastened, how her fingers curled and uncurled on his nape, the dew of her passion soon glazed his own. She clutched at him, her breathing as torn and laboured as his.

It circled through his mind to sample her sweetest fruit, to taste the spicy tang of her essence full upon his tongue. A fleeting regret seized him, for knew it was too soon.

With every Heartbeat, he wanted more. He kissed her beneath her breast, the hollow of her belly. God, she was sweet. Feeling her tremble with the response she couldn't withhold nearly splintered him apart. The thought of thrusting deep and hard within her velvet heat was almost more than he could stand. He sought to control the rampaging thunder of his heart, the pulsing need soaring ever higher in his rod.

Suddenly it was he who trembled. He was overcome with the need to feel her touch, and his hand entrapped hers, guiding small, dainty fingers down his chest, grazing the plane of his belly, unfaltering in its quest. His fingers caught at hers, searing her palm with the hardness of his shaft, swollen and engorged.

"Feel," he said thickly "Feel the blaze of my desire for you. No weapon here, but the fierceness of my need for you"

The clasp of her fingers there, where the pulse of desire throbbed strongest, made both their hearts leap. Pitched into feverish awareness, Betty couldn't tear her eyes from his face. His words were shattering and raw. Her heart tumbled to a standstill, for she could feel him, hard and rigid in her hand.

Above her, his eyes burned like silver torches. The cords of his neck stood out. Only then did she realise the enormity of his restraint.

He was above her now, pressing her back into bed. Betty was achingly conscious of the heat and hardness of his body above hers. Her fingers were caught and threaded tight within his, borne to the mattress beside her head. With his knees, he splayed embraced by sleek, pink petals of femininity….. For the span of a Heartbeat, she lay before him, naked and vulnerable and helplessly open… she could not help it. Dark remembrance scored her mind at the very instant her flesh parted beneath the stunning pressure of his.

She felt her body stretch to accommodate his thrust and they were no longer two, but one.

Time stood still. Her breath left her in a scalding rush. Meredith was quiveringly aware of the breadth of his shaft buried tight inside her, filling and thick, so deep it seemed he touched her very womb. Yet, impossible as it seemed, her body accepted him as if they'd been made to fit together just so…….

His hands released hers. A powerful arm slid down to her hips, binding them together even more tightly.

Traitorous arms locked tight about the binding tightness of his shoulders.

Slowly he withdrew. In the same breath, he moved inside her anew, a blazing shaft of lightning. Again….. and yet again. Her breath caught. Her body welcomed him of its own volition, clinging to him like a glove. He was right, she decided vaguely. It was nothing like before. With each carefully gauged plunge of his flesh inside hers, flame locked along her veins. The sensation was indescribably delicious, a veritable feast of the senses. Somewhere in the murky haze of her consciousness, she wondered why she had fought this so hard, swept into a realm of dark, headly pleasure, her hips taking up the rhythm of his. Arching. Seeking…….

"Betty… sweet Betty, give me your lips". Eyes closed, she raised tremulous lips to his, a willing captive of his passion. Her arms stole his neck.

For Dan, it was too much. Her sweet surrender was more than he could bear, the feel of his staff clamped tight within the warm, wet prison of her sheath was more than he could stand.

His thrust quickened. He lunged almost wildly. His climax rushed at him from all sides. The night exploded and so did he. A jagged groan erupted from deep in his chest, his seed spewing from him almost violently, flooding her with fire.

……………….

Morning came quicker than they expected, they quickly stood up and rushed to the bathroom to shower for work.

"I would drop you off at work," Dan said before he washed his face

"OK" she replied.

As a kid, Dan was quick to use his fists to make a point, he'd fought hard to bring home food for his younger sister and to protect her from the men their drug-addicted mother had often brought home. All that had changed the year he'd turned twelve and his mother had dropped them off at an orphanage. Leave them there to survive or not.

Dan had learned to practice patience then, he'd learned to be quiet and to listen. He'd learned that time could speed up just as easily as it could slow down. He'd learned what it was to lose the people he loved the most, and he'd learned that he could survive the pain of it.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason.

He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live.

The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The sounds of people and conversation faded, and the echoing tap of feet disappeared. Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way.

He wouldn't be caught off guard again.

A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat.

But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise.

"Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

"I'd call hospital security, that should be able to open the car for you"

"That would be great. Thanks". The man smiled again moving closer, his green eyes feverishly bright. "It's just one of those days, you know?"

"Yeah" Dan pulled the cell phone from his pocket, pressing numbers without losing eye contact. There was nothing in the other man's gaze, just an intensity that Dan had seen in another city in another country in what sometimes felt like another lifetime.

"Once a day starts badly. It just keeps getting worse," the man said, his muscles tightening, giving his intentions away as he reached beneath his jacket.

Dan didn't wait to see what he was reaching for. He didn't question the instincts that had him diving across the distance that separated them, slamming the other man to the ground.

Betty immediately called 911 and reported before stepping out to assist her husband.

"Get off him" Betty screamed at the top of her voice

The man did not know there were two, he slowly moved away from Dan and came close to Betty. "I have called 911, so this would be the end of all your evil attacks on people"

"Ohh really?" he uttered with a wicked smile as he went closer to her but she went backwards as he came closer to her

Dan was already fed up, he ran towards him and gave him a mighty blow on the back of his head, such that he might not survive. He did that to show him that he was no one to mess with.

The stopped, touched the back of his head and turned to Dan

"That serves you right" Betty was tampering with his anger but this time, he went back to Dan

" I see, you grew some muscles all of a sudden, just give me your money and car key, and I would be out of here"

"Don't you have a car?" Dan asked as it just occurred to him that he had the intention of attacking in the first place.

"Well….. What do you think?" he took a step back and opened his arms widely as if a lady was standing baked in front of him.

"Leave now that you have your chance before the cops get here" Dan warned him. But he was as stubborn as a coconut, not willing to go without doing what he had planned to do.

"No," he said

"OK, suit yourself" Dan turned to enter his car, he motioned Betty to do the same, as they would have it, the cops came immediately they got in the car

He was taken and arrested for what he did to Betty and Dan.

BETTY'S POV

Betty continued her journey to work from the station, she didn't know how she would face her fellow workers after what happened the night before and she was surely going to confront her friend that gave her that drink that day. She thought of how to put her words for not going to work the next day due to what she experienced the hurrodious night when she slept at

Henry's place, he surely saved her life.

She was just two streets away from her workplace before she cited James from afar, she did not know when she screamed his name and ran towards him "Do you remember me?"

"Yes ma'am, I do"

"Thank God" she sighed "I am very grateful and sorry I put you in that situation, I wasn't so aware of myself at that moment"

"I noticed"

"But I did not see you after some time if I could remember properly," she said trying to remember what happened

"I.." he changed his mind, "You said you wanted to leave" He lied

"Ohh my I didn't" she nodded

"Yes you did," he said

"I am very sorry for that, I am so very thankful" she stretched her hand into her bag to get her card like she always does.

She handed it over to him "You can call me anytime, I would be available" she threw a smile at him

"I would do just that"

"Alright then, I am headed to work, I am almost late" she waved and hurried to work.

James was a tall, handsome guy. Everything a girl would die for. He captured Betty even if she wasn't in her right senses the first time she saw him which was when he helped her against dangers on the streets for that was when some jobless men walked around looking for who they would use as bait, and she was just as vulnerable as they like it.

Betty had been lucky, have only met men with good hearts, she surely would meet some that would devour her right away like she always wanted