The Date: Part 3

THE DATE: PART 3 

    A loud blast caused Lee to hold his breath. The gun Amber and her mother were struggling over had fired.

   Amber's scream did nothing to reassure him. He wasn't sure if she was screaming because she shot her mother, or because she was injured. 

   He was able to turn his head a little and watched in horror as the old woman cocked the gun once more, and pointed it against Amber's temple. 

  He moved his fingers and felt the blade of the butcher knife the old lady dropped on the table when she first lunged at Amber. It was still sticky with his blood and still had a small chunk of his thigh meat on it. 

  With every ounce of willpower he could muster, he shoved the blade into the old woman's ear, pressing it as deep as it would go. 

  The noise she made could not even be considered a scream, it was more like a high pitched squeal. She grabbed the handle of the blade and tried to pull it out, but it was lodged too deep to move. 

  

  The old lady slumped from the table onto the floor beside her husband. She was still squealing in pain. 

   Lee could finally feel his entire body again and he was in extreme pain. The throbbing in his leg was making his head pound.

  He reached over to Amber and wondered if she was still alive. He could see she had been shot in the side. She looked over at him when she felt his hand touch her shoulder. She was alive, but she was in shock. 

  Lee slowly raised from the table and found a piece of his shirt that was cut from him earlier. He wrapped it around his leg to stop the blood flow. 

   Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, giving him the strength to pick Amber up from the table and carry her to the old battered truck. 

   Luckily, the keys were still in the ignition. Lee laid her gently on the seat and took off from that shack like a bat out of hell. He had no clue where he was, but he didn't really even care. He just wanted to put distance between him and the two deformed creatures in that cabin. He thought they were dead, but couldn't be sure. 

  "Your phone is in my purse," Amber said softly, "Get it and call for help." 

  Lee managed to fumble for his phone and call 911. He wasn't sure they were even going to believe his story, because he didn't even believe it himself. 

  ~~~~~~~

A month later, Amber was lying in Lee's arms late one night. They were both nearly healed from their outer wounds, but the wounds on the inside would take much longer. Neither had really discussed what happened to them. Both of them wanted to just forget about it. 

  Lee understood that Amber did only what she felt she had to. He knew he cared for her and felt a bond to her after what they had went through together. He knew she cared for him, too. 

  Lee still felt uneasy about the fact that the police had been unable to find the bodies of the old man and woman when they returned to the cabin. He wondered many times what could've possibly happened to them. He knew Amber wondered the same thing. He could often see the fear in her eyes as she gazed off, lost in her thoughts. 

  Lee was determined to help her through this. He wanted to help her heal. 

  He felt her body shudder as she lay beside him on his bed. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed her forehead. Amber cuddled closer to him. 

  Lee studied her features in the pale glow of the moonlight that spilled through the bedroom window. She was so beautiful. And she looked so vulnerable. Lee vowed to himself right then that he would do whatever possible to protect her, to make her feel safe. 

  Amber leaned up on her elbow and gave Lee an unmistakable look. A look of need, of yearning, of unfulfilled desire. 

  Lee gently pressed her back against the mattress, and straddled her legs. 

  Amber looked up at him and smiled. She was only wearing a T-shirt, and Lee easily removed it from her. 

   His palms cupped her breasts, his lips kissing each nipple. She arched her body closer to him. Desperate for him to take an aching nipple into his mouth. 

  Instead, he skimmed his fingers down over her rib cage and the curve of her hips. He was trying to tease her and it was working. 

  Amber sighed and parted her legs, allowing him to run his fingers over her womanly mound, and discover the treasure hidden there. 

  A strangled moan escaped her as he separated her silken folds, and slid a finger inside her warmth. His thumb circled the tender nub. She rocked her hips in rhythm with his hand. 

  She felt him remove his finger and started to protest when she felt him slide down her body. When Amber felt his warm breath replace the spot his finger had been, she cried out and arched her hips upward, closer to his mouth. 

  Lee stabbed his tongue deep, licking, sipping, driving her to the edge of ecstasy. 

  She felt the pressure begin to build and her fingers gripped his hair, pressing his mouth closer to her. Finally, ecstasy overtook her and she cried out his name. 

  Amber was still panting when Lee rose above her and kissed her lips. At the same time, he drove the swollen tip of his cock into her wet warmth. Her nails dug into his skin. He was huge and throbbing inside her. 

  Lee went deeper and deeper with each stroke. Amber wrapped her legs around his hips as they reached the peak together this time. 

  Lee collapsed on top of her and they floated back to Earth in each other's arms. 

  Amber closed her eyes and held Lee close. 

  A pounding at the door brought them both back to reality. 

  "I know yer in there, girly!! Open this damn door!! I found ya! Mommy and daddy came to visit you!" 

  Amber gasped when she heard her father's voice. They were alive.