Sixty-Five…

Sixty-Five: Exodus

First part told in Aubrey’s POV, then a small bit in Kat’s POV, then a tiny bit in Hunter’s POV. Sorry to be confusing.

Contains language, and references to an X-rated song.

The new world I’m using is Neverglade.

Hunter stopped by the estate a few hours earlier to pick up Aubrey.

There was so much crap to take with them, so Vaclav called a moving service. Nothing would fit into Hunter’s sports car. Not even Aubrey and Kat. Therefore, they overlapped each other in the front two seats.

Somehow Kat managed to fall asleep.

She squirmed, her arm brushing against Hunter’s.

“Hunter,” Kat groaned.

Aubrey shot a look at him.

He returned her gaze, then quickly switched on the radio.

Rap music. As always.

Lovely. It was a ‘tune’ from the 80’s, sung by 2 Live Crew and called Me so Horny.

Kat moaned again.

Is she having a bad dream? Then again, the whole scenario seemed like a nightmare.

Aubrey kept thinking about those horrible Dempires. Several of them broke into the house. Thank God Reznik was there… not that Vaclav didn’t do his fair share of ass-kicking. But it’s so much easier to knock off several enemies in just one small explosion. Only bad thing about it was cleaning up the mess.

Reznik and his powers. How proud she was of him. Especially since he was getting better at controlling it.

Aubrey was also grateful to Hunter for protecting Kat from the Dempires.

♪ It’s true, you were a virgin until you met me. I was the one to make you hot and... ♫

Aubrey reached over and turned off the music.

They arrived.

A few more minutes and she’d see their new home.

Aubrey worried about Hunter living with them. It seemed inappropriate but there wasn’t much choice. It was the only logical solution.

The house looked pretty nice from the outside.

The man who spoke to Vaclav over the phone greeted Hunter.

Supposedly it was a home the guy had inherited from his sister, who died in a car wreck a few years earlier. She was divorced, and after her death the kids went to live with their father. Aubrey hadn’t a clue how Vaclav knew these people.

“The movers showed up before you did, so everything’s stacked in the back room,” he said.

“Thanks,” Hunter replied.

They headed into the house.

“I think this is everything,” the guy said.

Aubrey wondered what his name was. Vaclav told her, but there was so much shit going on she forgot.

“I guess I’ll be going now. You guys stay safe, alright?” He turned and left.

Aubrey and Kat wandered off exploring.

“It’s not too bad,” Aubrey said gazing at the lopsided curtains.

“But it’s so… pinkish,” Kat replied.

Next, they went into a small adjoining hallway. Two doors led into separate bedrooms.

“I guess Hunter can have the room to the right,” Aubrey said. “Kat, I think your room is on the left.” She opened the door and peered in. Yep, it was Kat’s room. As evidenced by the bunk beds.

Hmm. Is this such a good idea? But Vaclav told her the master bedroom was on the other side of the house. That was supposed to be Aubrey’s room.

Could she trust Hunter to keep his hands off Kat? And vice versa?

Meh. I’m sure Hunter won’t betray my trust.

Kat went into her new bedroom.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Bunk beds, as if she were twelve. And a poster of Edward.

It’s like I stepped out of my life, and into someone else’s.

                                                             …

Aubrey was on the phone with Vaclav.

But not for long.

“He wants to talk to you,” she said.

“Hey, Big Cheese. What’s up?”

                                                              …

“Hello? Are you there?”

“I want you to take good care of my wife and daughter. But that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to take advantage of the situation.”

“Uh…”

“Keep your fucking hands off my wife and daughter.”

“Here. He didn’t say much, just said to take really good care of you and Kat.” He handed back the cellular.

                                                            …

They watched TV the following night.

How cozy Kat felt, sitting on the floor while her mother and Hunter lounged on the loveseat.

Three’s a crowd.

But then her mother got up.

“I’ll be right back,” she said.

Kat’s eyes followed her until she vanished.

Kat jumped to her feet.

“Oh, no. What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kat said. Then she plopped down on his lap.

“That’s better. More comfortable than the floor,” she muttered.

“She’s going to be back any second. You’re crazy.” He paused. “You’re also getting heavy.”

He adjusted his thighs, wriggling beneath her.

“Fuck you.” She laughed. “I’m not heavy.”

“Seriously. I keep hearing noises. I don’t want to get caught.”

She got up, turned, fell back down onto him.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he said.

She shook her head.

“Will you kiss me?” she asked. “You haven’t kissed me in days. I don’t know how much longer I can tolerate it.”

“I heard a noise. I think your mom’s coming back,” he said chuckling.

Aubrey shuffled into the room.

“Did I miss anything?”

“No,” Hunter said.

Kat climbed the ladder to the upper bed.

This might actually be fun, she thought. I’ve never slept in a bunk bed before.

She wondered how Hunter was doing in his room across the hall.

Maybe one morning she’d check in on him. Make sure he’s doing okay. Maybe tuck him in.

Yeah. Right.

Maybe she could convince him to sleep on the lower bunk.

Kat drifted to sleep, fell into dreams of Hunter.

… and fell further in love with him.

Kat awakened only an hour later. She couldn’t get Hunter out of her mind.

She climbed down the ladder and exited the bedroom.

Lingering outside his door, she debated on whether or not to enter.

Startled, Hunter shot upright.

“Shit! You scared me. I thought you were Aubrey or a Dempire.”

“Nope,” she said.

Hunter scooted off the bed.

He strolled over to her.

Hunter gazed down at her, his red eyes smoldering.

“You’re so pretty,” he said. “So beautiful.” He brushed a piece of her hair from her face.

Then his hand slipped down to her rear.

“I love you,” he said.

“Love you too, White Fang.”

Finally he kissed her.

He embraced her before the mirror.

“My sweet little Katerina,” he said.

“Are we ever going to have sex?” she asked.

“Patience, Kat. There’s more to it than just screwing your brains out.”

There is?

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Thanks for reading. I’ll publish chapter 66 on Monday, August 1 (SO DON’T FORGET TO COME BACK AND READ IT!! YOU WON’T WANT TO MISS THAT CHAPTER). Chapter 67 will be published on the regular day of Thursday. ♠