Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 24

-Jacey-

The lavender freshness of the bath didn’t last long, and neither did the braid. Oh, we’d had every intention of going out to see the sights Grand Marais and the North Shore of Lake Superior had to offer, but instead, I’d ended up staring at the ceiling fan while Caleb ravaged me again. Not that I’d had much time to examine the 1990s-style fan. I was too busy enjoying the sex.

If Caleb and I ever had a honeymoon, it would be unreal.

I slept next to Caleb, his arm draped over my belly. I was happily sound asleep when Caleb started to tremble, then thrash.

“No...” he groaned. “No...”

“Caleb,” I said quickly, catching his face between my hands. “Caleb, wake up! You’re having a bad dream!”

Caleb panted and leaned over me, slapping on the light on the bedside table. “Jacey?”

“Yeah. I’m here.” My bare breasts pressed against his back as I hugged him from behind when he sat up.

Caleb turned and began touching my face and the back of my head, his hands clammy with cold sweat. “Jacey... fuck... Jesus...”

“Was it that man again?” I asked, putting my hands over his when he rested his palms on my cheeks.

Caleb shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut with a shudder. “This time... it was you.”

“Oh... Caleb,” I whispered. I cuddled into his lap and held him in my arms. “I’m okay, see? Nothing broken.”

Caleb ran his hands over the rest of me then pressed his forehead to my shoulder with relief. “Fuck, that was the most horrible thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I bashed your head in!”

I combed my fingers through his hair. “You didn’t. You never would. I’m here. I love you. Everything is fine.” I was beginning to wonder if maybe we should go to the authorities just for Caleb’s peace of mind.

When I felt the smallest trickle of a cooling tear over my skin, that settled it for me. “Caleb, I think we should go to the police.”

“The police?” Caleb repeated, his head coming up.

“It’s really been bothering you, what happened. I think... maybe if you had some closure?” I suggested.

Caleb stared at me for a long time. “What about the loggers?”

“What are they going to be able to do? We’re in America now,” I said. I stroked Caleb’s cheek. “I’ll do anything, Caleb. Anything to help you feel better. Even face the loggers and the law and everything.”

Caleb gave me a nervous smile and a kiss. “Baby, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He shifted us so I was straddling him and eased his thick cock into me. “This is all I need. I promise.”

I had to give the man credit. He was good at sidetracking me. But two could play that game. He needed more than sex with the woman he loved. He knew it. I knew it. It was simply my job to get him to make peace with it.

I let Caleb move my hips against his, bracing myself on his chest. As always, he watched my breasts jiggle while he helped me ride him.

“Caleb,” I panted, “I’m not going to let this go...”

“Mhm,” Caleb replied, hitting my G spot.

The man didn’t play fair! I threw my head back and moaned.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby,” Caleb hissed, pushing up into me.

I gave it to him. Anything and everything he wanted. He guided my hips at just the right angle, rubbing in just the right places. I sobbed as I came hard, shuddering on top of him.

Caleb gripped my hips, burying himself deep inside me when he came as well.

While usually feeling Caleb’s hot cum in me gave me a sense of triumph, now it gave me the slightest sense of defeat. Caleb had managed to distract me from an important conversation.

Even though Caleb was still cock deep in me, I took a deep breath and mustered my reserves, determined not to be sidetracked this time. “Caleb, we need to go to the police.”

Caleb groaned, his lips closing over one of my nipples. He lapped it with his tongue and played with it with his teeth, and I couldn’t stop myself from making a needy sound.

His cock was perking up again inside me, and it would be easy, so easy, to let him fuck me absolutely senseless.

No, I decided. No, I was going to get my point across. I wouldn’t let him distract me again!

“Caleb,” I said sharply, tugging on his hair so he let go of my nipple with a soft “pop.” “I mean it. We need to go to the police. You need closure, and it’s the right thing to do. Having sex with me for three days, while fantastic, is still not going to make the nightmares go away. Please.”

Caleb looked down at me. He ran his fingers through my loose hair and caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Before you just wanted to let it go.”

“Before I was scared of the loggers, and I didn’t want you to get into trouble.” I swallowed as he began rocking gently, slipping his cock in and out, but not in such a way as we couldn’t hold a conversation. “Before... before I didn’t realize what it was going to do to you. Please, Caleb. I want to at least try.”

“Okay, baby.” Caleb gave me a nervous half-smile, but I took his words as a promise just the same.

Caleb rolled me underneath him, both of us getting lost in the sex once more.

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and closed my eyes as Caleb had me, slow and sweet. He massaged my ass as he pumped his cock into me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

We came together this time, me cresting the wave of my orgasm as he spilled his hot cum into me.

Then we just held each other, both afraid to burst the bubble.

“Shower,” Caleb finally said sadly. “We need to shower before we go to the police.”

I nodded and kissed him, stroking his hair. “It’s the right thing to do. And it might help.”

“I hope so,” Caleb replied. He very gently pulled his dick from my body and rolled off the bed. “I’ll go first. If we go in there together, we’ll never leave.”

I laughed a little. “True.”

Caleb gave me that same, nervous half-smile, then went into the bathroom.

I got up and busied myself setting out clothes for the both of us. It was the wee hours of the morning, but I was pretty sure any police station would be open for a murder confession.

And, I noted, I really was running low on underwear. In fact, I had no idea where my semi-acceptable panties had gone. I just had two pairs of my Care Bear underwear left.

I plucked one pair out of my drawer, wondering where, exactly, Caleb was hoarding my panties.

When I had clothes laid out for both of us, Caleb came out of the bathroom with a towel modestly wrapped around his waist. Pity.

As though reading my thoughts, Caleb smirked. “You’d better go shower yourself, little miss naked. If you want us to go to the police station.”

“No, we’re going,” I said firmly. I sashayed past him and went into the bathroom.

Within forty-five minutes, Caleb and I were in the car and on our way to the Cook County Sheriff.

Caleb kept his hand on my leg the entire way, even though it wasn’t far. I twined my fingers with his.

Ten silent minutes brought us to the Sheriff’s Department. Caleb and I sat in the parking lot, staring at the red brick building for some time.

Then I reached up and stroked Caleb’s cheek. “It’s time.”

Caleb nodded, and the two of us got out of the car. Caleb handed me the keys to the car and the motel room. “You never know,” he said softly.

‘You never know if I’m going to be detained,’ was what he meant. In fact, now that I thought about it, that was a very real possibility.

I stood, frozen on the spot until Caleb tugged my hand with a sad smile. “It’ll be okay, baby. One foot in front of the other.”

I trudged with Caleb to the door then went inside. We went to the front desk holding hands.

“Hi,” Caleb said to the officer working the desk.

The officer looked up, blinking owlishly at us. It was still pretty early. “Yes?”

“I’ve... come to report a crime. A murder,” Caleb went on after clearing his throat a few times.

That perked the officer right up. “Pierson—hey, PIERSON—we’ve got a young man here wanting to report a murder—what is your name, son?”

“Caleb Killeen,” Caleb responded.

“I’m Jacey—er, Jocelyn—Collins. It was murder in defense of another. Me,” I said quickly before anyone started getting any ideas.

The officer flicked his eyes over Caleb. “Are you the perpetrator?”

“Yes, sir,” Caleb replied.

“When and where did this murder occur?” another officer, I assumed to be Pierson, asked, coming up to the front.

“About a week ago around Shimmer Lake, Ontario,” Caleb said.

“Ontario? A week ago? You didn’t think to report it to the Mounties?” Pierson pressed.

“We were threatened, sir,” I explained.

“Threatened? By whom?” Pierson asked.

“There was this illegal logging operation we kind of stumbled upon right after the incident, and they didn’t want their location to be revealed,” I said.

“Bailey, we’re going to need some coffees,” Pierson called behind him. “You two are going to need to come with me.”

Caleb and I both nodded and started after Pierson. When Bailey came with the coffees, Pierson jerked his head in the direction of a door. “Put this little lady in there. I’ll talk with her separately in a bit.”

I must have shown some distress on my face because Pierson smiled kindly at me. “I’m not going to waterboard your boyfriend. Just sit tight.”

“Okay,” I replied with uncertainty. Bailey showed me into a room with a table and a couple of chairs I realized must be an “interrogation” room. Though I was pretty sure they called them “interview” rooms now, and this one didn’t seem so scary.

I sat down, and Bailey placed a cup in front of me. “Can I see your ID, Miss Collins?” he asked kindly, settling across from me.

I dug out my driver’s license and my passport and handed them over.

“Well, this is some happy birthday to you,” Bailey grunted, looking over my information.

“Tell me about it,” I sighed.