The Trouble With Bodyguards: Part 3 Page 4

  He released the breath that he had been holding. Fear—that she would awaken to find him here andspoil all of his carefully laid plans—stole his breath from him for a moment. Dragging his palms, puddled with nervous sweat, along the front of his pants, he crossed slowly to the other side of the bed. She was facing this direction, and as he walked in front of her, he noted the way that her eyes darted back and forth beneath her eyelids, making them dance as she dreamed.

  Hesitant with fear that she would wake, he tentatively reached out his hand again, holding his knuckles near her mouth, her full lips slightly parted, and he felt the warmth of her breath on the back of his hand. She was as a child, curled up in her bed, sleeping the sleep of the innocent. Little did she know that she would never wake from this sleep, she would dream eternally.

  Jacob slipped his hand into his pocket, picking through the lint at the bottom, making sure that he had all the tiny white tablets that he needed. Twelve, he had saved them for over a week to make sure that he would get the job done. He would lay them gently on her tongue, watching the poison melt there, slipping silently into her bloodstream. He would stay to watch her breath slow, her body grow heavy, the rise and fall of her chest becoming more infrequent as the drugs took hold. He would place a hand at her throat, feeling the thudding beats of her dying heart, as if he were holding it delicately in his hand. His cock twitched in his pants, the excitement arousing him.

  Cradling the pills between his fingertips, he slid his hand from his pocket, resting his free hand on the edge of her bed as he leaned over her, bringing his fingers to her face as if to caress her cheek. Anyone walking in on them now would think him a lover, leaning in for a tender goodnight kiss.

  He stared at her mouth, the lush, full lips slack with sleep, her warm breath moving effortlessly between them and across the tips of his nimble fingers. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her lower lip, willing her to open her mouth just a bit more to make room for him to plant the seed of her destruction upon her moist, pink tongue.

  Silence filled the room as her breathing stopped, and Jacob’s eyes darted to hers. A pool of liquid dread filled his stomach as he watched her left eyebrow raise in question, a sly smile curling the edges of her mouth.

  “I knew it,” she whispered, pausing to lick her lips hungrily.“I knew you fucking wanted me, you fucking psycho.” As she sat up, reaching to pull his mouth down to hers, the thin blanket fell away, exposing her body to the cool light of the moon flooding in the bedroom window. Jacob froze, unable to think of a way to escape her clutches and free himself from the situation in a way that would not give away his true intentions. He needed her to think that she was right, that an undeniable desire had brought him to her bedside in the middle of the night. He would have to play along in order to keep her from becoming suspicious. He would need to fuck her.

  Burying his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, Jacob kissed her ferociously. Feasting on her mouth hungrily, he slipped his other hand back into his pocket unnoticed, depositing the meds back in their hiding spot, his plans put on hold for the moment. He climbed into the bed with her, resting his weight on top of her, and she wrapped her body around his, inviting him to use her as he pleased. He closed his eyes, separating his mind from his body, stepping away from the scene that he currently found himself forced into. He was good at this, removing himself from reality; he had been doing it for as long as he could remember.

  He drifted in his mind, images of his angel floating before him, as his hands pulled the blanket out from between them, casting it away into the dark space at the foot of the bed. Of their own accord, his palms cupped her breasts, pulling them to his mouth like a chalice, where he began to suckle, to nibble. She giggled with pleasure as her nipple was pulled into his warm mouth, where it kept it warm and safe, tickling it with the tip of his tongue, making her shiver and twitch beneath him. He knew the routine, what movements and sounds were expected to come from him as he touched her, caressed her. He ran his hand down her belly, dipping his fingers between her legs, while nuzzling his face beneath her hair and planting soft kisses along the side of her neck.

  Panting with desire, she reached for the button on his pants, eager to have him inside her. He smiled down at her, watching as she tore open his clothes, running her hands along the taught skin of his belly, reaching inside his waistband and pulling his cock out to play with. Jacob had perfect control over his body; he was able to maintain an erection even when this awful little girl had it between her greedy hands.

  She climbed onto her hands and knees, her back arched, and took him deeply into her mouth, suckling wetly as she rocked herself back and forth. Her eyes closed, as she moaned with her mouth full. He stared out the window as she worked away at him, drool running down his hip. She slid her arms around his waist, slipping her thumbs into the belt loops on his pants, and pulled them down. He rolled, lifting his legs and lay on his back as she climbed up on top of him.

  He lifted his arms, reaching for her as she straddled him, guiding his cock with her hand as it slid into her. Jacob drifted; images of he and Alex danced through his mind like a projected movie, drawing him away from the gruesome reality of this girl bouncing on his lap, squealing as she pulled at her own nipples as she rode him. He was disappointed; he had wanted to be finished with the nonsense and get his plan for escaping this hell hole back on track. Instead, he had found himself inside another pit of hell, one in which he had fucked this girl and now would be expected to spend time with her instead of staring at an empty chair in group where she had once sat and annoyed him.

  He tuned back into the action, finding that Gina had quickened her pace, rubbing furiously at her clitoris as she ground herself down hard against his pelvis. She was trying to come, chasing the release that she needed in order to feel complete. She cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy, sweat dripping down between her breasts, rolling over her belly, and pooling along with other fluids leaking from her body and on his pelvis. She fell on top of him, panting heavily as she lay spent. He put his arms around her, cradling her against his chest as she planted tiny kisses around his nipple.

  “Did you come?”she asked, looking up at him expectedly.

  “Fuck yeah I did,” he said, lying to her to make her feel accomplished. He never understood why it was important to a woman that he enjoyed the sex as much as she did. Women were truly selfish at heart, really only interested in their own pleasure. All of the magazine articles that he had read while searching for pictures of Alex to put on his walls, gave the illusion that they were all searching for love and strengthening their connection with their mates. But he could see through the bullshit andread between the lines. He knew that—just like their male counterparts—women were all chasing the rush that they felt after a good, mind-shattering orgasm.

  Gina snuggled up against him, resting her head on his chest, over his heart. He put his arm around her, kissing her sweetly on the forehead. He resisted the urge to gag on the stink of her body, the sweat and sexual fluids drying on his skin. He needed to get out of her bed and go back to his own room. He would try another day to put his plan into action. He just needed to be more careful next time.

  Chapter 6

  “Everything looks great,” said the doctor, smiling at the screen of the ultrasound, where Alex and Rick could see their beautiful baby girl happily sucking away at her toes in the cozy nest of her mother’s womb. Tears of joy rolled from Alex’s eyes, as she squeezed Rick’s hand on the edge of her bed. They had done this; they had created this person with their love; and soon they would get to hold her in their arms and kiss her tiny face. It was a lot to take in all at once.

  “Are you ok?”asked Rick, wiping the tears from her face with his thumbs before leaning over to kiss her lovingly on the forehead.

  “Wonderful,” she replied, watching her daughter wiggle her fingers on the screen, her tiny face screwed up as if she were trying to figure out how her body worked.“I couldn’t be better.�
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  “But you’re crying,” he said, the expression on his face filled with concern.

  “Joy,” she said, sighing as she continued.“I’ve never been so happy in my whole life. I’ve also never been so hormonal in my whole life,” she giggled, sniffling.“I cry at everything. Yesterday, I cried at a diaper commercial on the television, because I could imagine our daughter crawling around on the floor with all of the other babies, and I was ready for that to happen.”

  “Perfectly normal,” said the doctor, pressing the button on the edge of the ultrasound machine, printing a picture of their baby for them to take home with them and enjoy.“I’ve heard of expectant mother’s crying because the sun came out, or because it didn’t. Don’t worry about it.”

  “I know that it’s normal,” said Alex, pulling her shirt down over her baby bump and throwing her swollen ankles over the edge of the exam table.“Just try telling this guy though, "she giggled, gazing up adoringly at her husband.“He freaks out every time I sniffle lately.”

  “Hey,” Rick said, objecting to her portrayal of him as a worrisome lunatic. Why shouldn’t he worry? She was his world, his light, his everything, and now she was carrying his child, keeping her safe and warm until she was ready to enter the world.

  “Also normal,” said the doctor, chuckling as she stood up, readying herself to move on to her next patient.“Shouldn’t be long now,” she said, pulling the door to the exam room open.“Afew more days, a week at most. I’ll be seeing you guys back in here, and then we will get to snuggle that little angel of yours.”

  …

  Jacob sat, his back to the chaos of the room, watching the wind blow through the trees in the courtyard. This was his favorite place, right here in this very spot, where he could watch the world go by on the outside, giving him the chance to forget, if only for a few minutes, that he was trapped behind these walls for the rest of his adult life. He sighed. He had almost done it, convinced the doctors that he had rehabilitated, that he was taking his medication like a good little monster, and that he should be allowed back out into the world to play with the other children. He didn’t need to be kept here, watched after day and night. He could take care of himself. He had done well in the past when they had let him free the last time.

  An arm slipped around his shoulders, pulling him back into his chair, and his muscles tensed with the shock of being touched. Gina leaned her mouth close to his ear, her putrid breath hot as she whispered,“Last night was awesome. I didn’t know that you had it in you.”

  “Um,” he said, trying to pull away from her without drawing any attention from the rest of the group.“Thanks?”

  She slipped around him, plopping down on the foot rest in front of his chair, blocking his view out the window. The air whooshed out of the foot rest, as her weight displaced the air trapped under the ripped vinyl and she sank into the cushion. She crossed her legs beneath her, as a girl of school age would, giving him full view of her sex, her skirt too short to cover her nudity in this position. He quickly looked away, up at her face, finding her wearing that same, wry smile she always wore when she was trying to be naughty.

  “Want to give it another go?”she asked, leaning back on her hands, opening her legs wider to give him (and the rest of the room) a better look at her junk.“I haven’t got anything to do for the next couple hours,” she continued.“We could seriously wear each other out.”

  “Hey,” he said, sitting up in his chair, his voice hushed to keep from involving anyone else in the room in their conversation.“You should be quiet,” he said, grabbing her knees and forcing them together, covering her exhibitionism.

  “What?” she said, her snarky tone coming back.“You afraid someone will find out that you’re fucking the new girl?”

  “Shh,” he said, attempting to quiet her. He looked around the room, but no one was paying them any attention. Most of the other patients were stoned on their meds, staring at the TV while drool dripped from their chins. Others were involved in their own forms of entertainment, or just staring blankly at the wall until they were told to move to another room to complete another task. George, as usual, was busy stuffing puzzle pieces into his mouth and giggling to himself.

  “Jesus Jake,” she said, standing up in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest, indignant.“What the fuck is up with you?”

  “I just,” he said, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t cause her to flip out and make a scene.“I just want to keep it between you and me,” he said, standing and pulling her near him.“To keep what we have special,” he continued.“If everybody knows, it will become gossip. We will have to talk about it in group with all of the others. You will no longer be mine and mine alone.”

  Gina smiled, relaxing against him, her attempt to get closer to him, to make body contact while in the middle of a room full of lunatics a bit depressing. She needed this so badly that she was willing to take what she could get. He rubbed the small of her back, giving the allusion that he was attempting to comfort her, that he too would rather be in her bed right now instead of here. In all honesty, he wished that she would slink away, leaving him to enjoy the wind in the trees and his daydream of walking in the sunshine with his true love.

  She met his eyes, a meek smile painted on her lips as she nibbled on her fingernails like a child.“Come visit me tonight,” she said, her voice small as she begged him to come to her bed again. She needed this, this connection to another person, skin on skin the only kind of love that she truly understood.

  “I’ll try,” he said, patting her ass as he gently pushed her away from him. She still smelled of sex from last night, shower time having been put off for today, as the nurses hadn’t had a chance to restock the shampoo for the patients yet. He tried not to gag as he wiped his hand on the front of his trousers, watching the back of Gina’s head as she walked away to her room, her fingers still in her mouth. It repulsed him to touch her and to smell her. It would have been so much easier to just kill her, snuff out her light. She could just disappear from his world, a distant nightmare that grew fainter with each passing day.

  This could work though. He could use her in his plan to convince the doctors that he was recovering from his mania, that he was normal enough for the outside world. Normal people had relationships with each other, normal people had trust and love. If he somehow managed to keep from throwing up on her every time that she was near to him, then he could use this to his advantage. He hated it, but he would do what he had to do to escape.

  She paused just inside the doorway leading to the hallway between the dorm rooms. Turning her head, she met his gaze across the expanse of the day room and smiled her weak smile. He gave her a beaming smile in return, adding a wink for good measure.

  Chapter 7

  “I was thinking,” Gina said, her head resting next to his on the pillow, the snarled mass of her hair irritating the hell out of him as it tickled the inside of his left ear.

  It had been weeks since this whole mess had started, and he could see no end in sight. Deciding that the way to use this situation to his advantage was to get the most exposure he could, he had started sitting with Gina for each meal, picking choice morsels out of the slop on his plate and offering them to her and making a show of pulling out her chair for her before they sat down. He had begun to engage with her during group, holding her in his arms when she broke down in tears over how badly she missed her father and how angry she was at him for abandoning her in this place.

  He snuggled with her on the sofa in the day room, laughing together at the cartoons playing every afternoon on the television, leaning over to kiss her during commercials. The other lunatics had noticed, staring at them as the fondled each other, pretending to be modest by hiding their molestations under a blanket that they shared. The staff had taken notice too, smiling knowingly at the two of them as they walked down the hall, hand in hand, heading for the dining room, or to their therapy sessions. They saw the happiness that two people could bring e
ach other in this horrible place. They were proud of them for having found a connection. They didn’t know that this was all part of Jacob’s plan to escape, that he despised no one on the planet more than this woman, this creature that he held close to him all hours of the day and night. To them, his disgust looked like love.

  “What were you thinking,” he asked, using the guise of caressing her hair to remove the bothersome mess from his ear canal.

  “I wish we could have a baby,” she said, rolling onto her back next to him in the small, disheveled bed. She lay her hands splayed, palms down on her taught belly, petting her skin gently as if she could create life there only with the intention and desire.

  “They won’t let us have a baby,” he said, his face grim.“You know that. You see what happens. You’ll get dragged away to the special victims unit for a week.”

  “Fuck them,” she said, pounding her fists on the mattress, throwing a tantrum like a toddler.

  “Yes, my darling,” he replied.“Fuck them.” He kissed her on the top of her head, smiling at the expression of pure anger on her face.

  “It’s not fair,” she said, an obnoxious whine in her tone.“Why can’t we have a baby? I would love a baby. I would take such good care of her, or him.”

  “You know why,” he said, pulling her next to him and cradling her in his arms.“They don’t want us to spread the crazy.”

  “Dr. Jacobson says I’m not crazy,” she said, sitting up in bed, her breasts hanging heavy before her, covered in sweat from her recent exertion.“He said in my session the other day that I’m doing surprisingly well, and that as long as my father agrees, that I should be going home soon.”

  Jacob’s heart stopped beating, his breath frozen in his chest. She was getting out. All of this time he had been the one doing all the work to convince them that he was a decent, non-threatening member of society, and it was this crazy bitch who was going to get to walk in the land of the free once again.