Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 115

MICHAEL

“What now?” asks Richard. “I’d like to get Elizabeth home.”

“Perhaps one of the police cars?” I suggest. “Now that Charlotte knows we’re here, and the police too, maybe she’ll show up.”

Richard vanishes with Beth, all but holding her upright as she sags into his arms.

Will Stanton leans in through the window. “You two happy to stay here, visible? I’ve got patrols out there, looking for her. I think it’s best if you are where she can see you easily.”

James and I wait….

And wait…

And Charlotte does not appear. Neither of us wants to suggest the obvious.

Eventually, my gut grinding, “Perhaps they caught her again.”

James nods, looking down, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps.”

“Let’s stay until daylight,” I suggest. “If she is out there somewhere, and can definitely see that it’s us….”

But as the sun rises, and the long morning light draws fingers over the wild land, there is still no sign of her.

Neither of us has slept, so Will assigns an officer to drive us back to the City. Richard is there, waiting, his jubilation over Beth’s return over-shadowed by the loss of Charlotte. “You two need to sleep. I’ll make sure that the phones are manned, and, you never know, so I’ll keep someone watching the tracer sites.”

As I collapse into a troubled sleep, my dreams are haunted by visions of my wild, green-eyed red-headed beauty….

…. James and I, ready to make love with her, her smile bright as she sees us, there to fuck her. She lies back, writhing and stretching while she stares up at us, parting her legs in invitation….

…. I hold her tightly in front of me, my arms hooked under hers, tensioning her for him. Her body strains as I pin her tightly, and he pushes her thighs apart to plant his mouth over her sweet pussy…. I watch as he laps at her, his tongue wiping through her folds as she runs hot and wet, her juices flowing as her arousal builds. Her body shivers against mine, and in the mirrors, she watches me behind her, her eyes wide and dark as orgasm claims her….

…. she wails and howls in climax, never holding back, simply riding the wave as she bucks and jerks against me….

…. her wicked smile, and her eyes, as her lips wrap around my shaft, working me with her tongue until I spill into her mouth.…

…. her smile as, poised over her, I push at her with my cock, teasing her cunt. I hear her gasp, feel her clench around me as I ease inwards….

…. running in the headlights, fleeing from me, thinking I am her enemy...

I love you.

And you left me….

*****

Three days go by. We hear nothing.

James and I return to the area, still searching. The police report finding a small building in the woods, a couple of miles from where we first saw the running women, but it is deserted.

*****

James’ phone rings. He glances at the screen, frowning at an unfamiliar number. “Hello? Yes, I’m James Alexanders.”

A voice blarts at him over the line. James’ eyes widen, and he waves me over.

“A red-head?” he asks……. “Yes, give her whatever she wants. Is she there? Can I speak to her? What? Fuck! No, don’t hang up. I’ll get you the card details…. Hold on….”

He waves towards his jacket, hung over a chair. “Michael. My wallet….”

Light-headed with relief, I listen in.

James reads out credit card details, pauses, then, “No, it’s not a joke. She’ll come back. Whatever she was asking for, get it and make it ready for use. I want you to put a SIM card in there, on an unlimited usage contract. You can charge it to this card. And get the battery charged up fully. I want the phone to be ready for her when she comes back. And she will come back. …. I don’t care. Use the battery from your own phone if necessary. Charge me for it. But have that mobile ready for her to use, as soon as she has it. Did she ask for anything else? Apart from the phone….?”

He taps off the connection. “That was Domestic Electrics in Barnbridge. Charlotte’s in there trying to buy a smartphone, and an expensive data package with it. Also, LED flashlights and batteries. The assistant said she kept looking over her shoulder and then disappeared.”

I find myself taking deep breaths, trying to clear my head. James, concern in his eyes, slaps me on the shoulder. “Calm down. She’s good. And she’s operating.”

I nod. “Barnbridge? That’s, what? Ten miles from where we lost her? But it must be fifty miles away from here. We can only hope she does go back to that shop.”