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COLD COCKED

By J. Hali Steele

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? J. Hali Steele, All Rights Reserved

If she bumps my cock once more, I’ll crumble.

He had spent years watching her, first from the sunroom, now he was in the back yard. Always there for her. Vena Waring had worn him down to nothing, and he had never even touched her. She hadn’t been this upset for a long time and he wanted to beat the bastard who hurt her to a bloody pulp.

Erac Dane couldn’t do anything. His helplessness was due to Vena’s grandmother, Malvena Waring. She had been a cruel, old bitch and he was glad when the witch died. At the time he didn’t even care her death had brought pain to the waif-thin young woman who sat at his feet and cried.

That had changed over the years. What he wouldn’t give to make Vena his. Anything to touch her, take her the way he’d dreamed of so many nights. Thinking about it gained him nothing but an excruciating hard-on.

No matter, Malvena being alive wouldn’t have changed his predicament one iota. Only Rekat could do that and he’d been absent too many years.

The sun eased toward the horizon in the western sky and a breeze stirred. It ruffled Vena’s newly shorn, wheat colored locks. The bobbed hairstyle didn’t suit her at all but Erac couldn’t tell her that, hell, he couldn’t say a single word.

She always followed the current fashion in everything–clothing, what heel was in style–all of it. Many a night he’d listened to her on the phone with one friend or another chattering on about such things. He’d smile to himself at the way her brow quirked or her soft, luscious mouth curved into a beautiful smile, lighting up her face. Those lips would bring such pleasure to him.

Then there were the times when he called, like tonight, Erac wanted to throttle him for bringing shadows of sadness to her blue eyes.

Though hard to see from his position, her cheeks would be flushed and tear stained. Bastard told her a week before the holiday he’d found his one true love and that he wouldn’t be able to see Vena anymore. Ahh, if only?

If only what? There wasn’t a damn thing he could do. Nothing.

She had been hunched forward but now Vena sat up straight, leaned her back against his stone cold legs, and sighed for the umpteenth time. If he could, he would have brushed the tears away with his fingers, no, he would have kissed them away. Embrace and hold her tight, not let anything or anyone ever harm her again. Show her there was someone who cared and would always be there for her.

Erac wanted to make love to Vena, fill her with the joy she deserved in life.?I want to fill her with my cock. Even now, it throbbed and wept at the mere idea of being inside her. She couldn’t tell, she always thought of him as hard and cold.

Yet she came to him when some asshole broke her heart.

How many times over the years had she cried at his feet? That really wasn’t the worse part. It destroyed him in everyway imaginable when Vena climbed into his lap, rested her head against his stony shoulder, and let the tears slide down his chest. They scalded Erac to his soul, left scars that would never heal. He prayed silently for the day he could feel her lips brush across his chest, her tongue taking the sting from each laceration left by the tears she cried for someone else.

Now only half of the sun stood pink on the horizon, ready to slip away. His favorite time of day. Erac’s immobile eyes could barely make out the top of her head. One last hiccup wrenched from her throat and she took a deep pull of air filling her lungs. Her breathing evened out and he felt the tension ebb from her shoulders, a sign she had resigned herself to the inevitable.

Vena was alone–again.

Feeling better, she’d soon rise and leave Erac sitting there in misery. They’d been through this before and her bouts of sorrow never lasted long. She would pull herself together and move on quickly.

Not this time. He’d see to it that no one ever hurt her again.

Midnight wasn’t far off, and he’d be the one with her on this Thanksgiving Day. Somehow, he had to win her heart.

A chirping noise emanated from her slacks and she stiffened against his legs. Her cell phone. Standing, she pulled it from her pocket, answered it.

?Hello.? Vena began to pace the yard. Back and forth, all the way to the cliff’s edge.

Flooded with disappointment, he could only hear her side of the conversation.

?No, not again,? she said. Her mouth formed a tight line.

It was him. From the way she spoke, how her back stiffened in defense, it had to be Jason.

Erac’s fingers itched and tried to curl into his palms.

?Jason,?you called if off, and you were right. It’s over.?

She wore a path up and down in front of him. His teeth were on edge, his jaw frozen in anger.

?You’re not welcome here anymore.? Her short hair brushed her ears with each shake of her head. A fist balled at her side in defiance, a sign Vena meant what she said. ?I don’t care that you have no place to eat, and I’m not cooking. Especially for the likes of you.? She spun, and looked directly at Erac as she continued. ?I don’t want?youanymore.?

That’s my girl. She had come close enough that he could make out the tiny, whining voice on the other end of the line pleading with her to take him back. Jackass. The other woman didn’t know how lucky she was to have escaped the spineless creep.

?If you dare step foot on my property, ever darken my door again, I’ll have you handcuffed and thrown out on your sorry ass. Good riddance, Jason.? She slapped her phone shut, turned and stared at the sun as it finally slipped away.

Damn, I can’t see her eyes. Erac had to know if she was hurting inside. His answer came too soon, and far too painfully.

Vena walked over, slipped into his lap and laid her head against his chest. His blood boiled. Everything inside him coiled into a tight knot.

Her arm eased around his stiff neck, and the tears flowed. Rivulets ran down his chest, following the thin, unhealed gouges that remained from all the others she had cried for.

He wanted to wrap Vena in his arms, keep her there forever, and soothe away the anguish in her heart. Tears he could never shed stung his eyes.

It had to be the last time because Erac couldn’t do this anymore.

Wiggling in his lap to get more comfortable drove him insane with desire. Her soft ass rubbed against his cock, the pressure of it sweet agony. A slender hand rested lightly on his chest. She ran her palm over the nipple and it sent shivers down his stiff spine.

Fuck, she feels so good.

Erac was hard as a rock. Literally.

* * * * *

Vena cried her eyes out. She vowed it would be the last time. She’d had enough.

Jason especially wasn’t worth a single tear. Their relationship had ended long before he told her there was someone else. Sex had become nonexistent between them, and thankfully, when it did happen, she had insisted he use a condom.

He’d acted strangely over the last few months, visited less and less. At the time, she hadn’t even cared. That didn’t stop the tears from falling now.

They weren’t for Jason. Vena cried because even with him, she had been lonely. The tears she shed were from the disappointment in herself for having let the affair drag on far too long.

Would the right person ever come into her life? If she had a biological clock, Vena didn’t hear it ticking so there was time. With dreams of one day having a family, she told herself it wasn’t to make up for growing up separated from hers.

Her grandmother, who named her, raised her alone in a big old mansion in Falmouth Harbor, right off the bay. Some thought Malvena Waring was a distant and strange woman. She’d given Vena love and the best of everything.

There were few visitors and aside from school, Vena never ventured out alone. One of the staff always accompanied her. She got used to it.

Nights, when the moon was full, Grammy would go down to the water and she would watch from the third floor window of her bedroom. Her grandmother would light a fire on the beach and dance around it singing. Other times she spent in the back yard of the house where Vena would hear her recite poetry that sounded like chanting while she cleaned Erac.

Gathering the courage to ask one day what the poem meant, she was quietly told, ?In due time, little one. In due time you will know everything.?

Born out of wedlock, Vena had never met her father and she learned early not to ask about him. It was the only time she’d heard sharp words from her grandmother.

The circumstance of her birth caused an irreparable rift between her mother and Grammy and it was probably why everyone in the Waring household kept a sharp eye on her–to make sure the same thing that had happened to her mother didn’t happen to Vena.

Unexpectedly, she was left alone when her grandmother mysteriously danced too close to the cliff’s edge one night, tumbling to her death.

Vena inherited the estate, everything, house and the money–and there was a lot of it.

A stepbrother ten years younger lived with her mom and step dad on the West Coast. Reluctantly on her grandmother’s part, she visited them for two weeks every summer.

There was an awful memory of her mom coming to Falmouth once and a big argument ensued over Erac. It ended with both women in tears when her mom called Grammy a mean bitch for keeping him in his condition.

Her mom had never come back to Massachusetts until the funeral. She claimed she couldn’t bear seeing Erac the way he was. She prayed God would rest her mother’s soul.

What was different about him? He’d been the same since the day Vena had first laid eyes on him in the sunroom. He was her playmate, she’d run around him, hide and giggle uncontrollably whenever she was found.

She never understood what her mom meant and she hadn’t seen her since.

In spite of it all, she’d grown up okay. She’d had friends, and she’d had lovers.

The fresh tears slipping down Erac’s chest were good old-fashioned angry tears. The nerve of Jason to call looking for an invite to a dinner she hadn’t planned to cook anyway. His new girlfriend left him high and dry, and evidently hungry.

A chuckle bubbled up in her throat. Damn she felt great.

Vena was free.

She had often spent these hours sitting in the back yard at Erac’s feet or in his lap and they would watch the sun set together. Vena made sure he faced it because it warmed him up. Otherwise, he was always cold. They’d been lucky with good weather this year. It had been in the seventies all week with no change for tomorrow. Odd for November.

Good times and bad, he’d always been there. He heard her confidences, and she never had to fear he’d tell. A grin curved her mouth at the memory of fancying herself in love with him when she turned seventeen and had her heart broke for the first time. It would have saved her a lot of heartache if Erac could have loved her.

Then there was the time while making out with a boyfriend, he became creeped out that Erac was sitting there. For the first time, it bothered her too. Vena knew then she had outgrown Erac.

She wished he was able to take care of her.

?I wish you could take care of me.?

His torso was broad and muscled. He had rock hard abs. That drew another snicker from her as she remembered a recent movie where some had claimed all the gorgeous men appearing in the film had their stomachs painted to make the muscles look more pronounced.

?Yours are the real deal.?

She moved her arm from around his neck, stroked her finger down the straight bridge of his nose, and thought how handsome he appeared with his hair just barely touching his shoulders.

When she reached his lips, she let her fingers play there enjoying the fullness of them. Their perfect shape enticed her.?Would it be stupid of me to kiss them? Vena’s other hand rested on his chest where his nipple poked at the palm of her hand as she brushed lightly across the peak.

No, Erac could never love her.

His thighs were thick and comfortable under her. Sometimes when she wriggled her butt to get comfortable, an electric shock went straight through to her core. Once she found out what sex was about, Vena often had that feeling when she sat in his lap. It embarrassed her how good the bulge between his legs felt nestled against her ass.?Yeah, I’m not getting enough.

Relaxed with her head on his chest and all cried out, she began to doze off.

She whispered, ?But you always make me feel so good.?

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up at a strange sound. It was dark with only moonlight filtering through the maple trees that dotted the back yard. Damn, how long had she sat there sleeping.

Standing slowly, she stretched, letting her eyes adjust as she peered around.?What time is it?

There was the noise again. A twig snapped on the side of the house. Movement caught her eye and her head snapped around in its direction. Holding her breath, she watched a dark figure emerge from the shadows.

?Hey, babe.?

Hell, it was Jason.

?Damn it, you jerk, scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here??

?Why are?you doing standing out here in the dark? It’s damn near midnight. Guess that’s why you didn’t hear me ring at the front door.?

?I told you to stay away.? She ran a hand through her short hair and focused on the man in front of her. ?I want you to leave. Now.? As she walked across the yard toward the back door, the motion light flared bright. Vena flipped the button that would make it stay on and returned to stand by the large tree.

?Honey, don’t be that way.? He stepped closer and she noticed he carried a plastic shopping bag. ?I came over to talk, to tell you I’m sorry.?

?God, don’t you get it? I don’t?want you anymore. There’s nothing left between us, Jason. Go home.?

?You don’t mean that.? He sat the bag down and reached in to pull out what he wanted to show her. ?Look what I bought. I know its small but it’s the only one I could find on such short notice that wasn’t frozen.? He placed the dripping package back in the bag. ?I got cranberry sauce and everything.?

?Have you lost your fucking mind??

He stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders. ?We haven’t made love in a long time and you know you want me, Vena.?

The alcohol on his breath explained everything.

?I’m calling the cops.? She took her phone out, flipped it open and started to dial 9-1-1. Before she finished, he snatched it from her hand, slammed it shut, and hurled it across the yard.

?Jason!? She yelled as he shoved her into the tree and began groping her.

Pinned with her back against the large trunk, she jumped at the sound of a loud crash behind the tree. Jason was intent on freeing her breast and didn’t hear the heavy footsteps or the rustle of the shopping bag. Vena saw it coming from the corner of her eye. It slammed into Jason’s head sending beads of bloody water onto her face, in her eyes, blinding her for a moment.

Jason slid into a heap on the ground at her feet.

She swiped at her face with her forearm and when she could open her eyes again, standing before her was a bare ass, naked man.

Holy crap!

It was…

Vena could tell by the length of his hair, the breadth of his shoulders, and the cut of his muscled stomach. His penis, normally just a bulge between his thighs, bobbed in the air. She took a stumbling step back in disbelief.

Walking right over Jason, he caught her by the wrist, kept her from falling on her butt. Gray eyes stared, his chest heaved up and down.

?I?I?? His voice creaked like an unused, rusty door.

?Who the hell are you?? Deep in the recesses of her mind, in her heart Vena knew the answer before she even asked. She needed to hear him say it. Amazed at her calm, she gazed down his body, her eyes coming to rest on his thick cock. As they swept upward, she took in a myriad of lacerations, some fresh, crisscrossing his chest. By the time she reached his face, her breath came in rapid puffs.

?Erac,? he croaked.

?This can’t be happening.? Her head shook back and forth, denying what she saw.

His hands moved to her shoulders and he drew her against his hard body, held her tight. He whispered, ?Mine.?

Surreal, everything moved in slow motion. It dawned on her she may have gone crazy. If lucky, she was still asleep.

?No one will ever hurt you again.? His words came out harsh and strained. ?I promise.?

Unbelievable.

Behind him, Jason groaned. Thank?God he was alive.

?A freaking statue just cold-cocked a man in my back yard with a fucking Thanksgiving turkey.? She glared up at him. ?Tell me I’m dreaming.?

Thunder rolled overhead and she looked up just in time to see a bolt of lightning streak toward them. It slammed into the maple tree and split it dead center, sending? a shower of sparks in every direction. Erac snatched her behind him.

?What the fuck is happening?? she screamed above the crackle of flames. The smoke cleared and a shadowy figure emerged.

?Hello, daughter.?

Oh shit

Cold Cocked is a flash story based on a novella about the Stonegars that will soon be completed and you won’t want to miss the fiery romance, with lots of hot, ‘hard’ stuff happening between Erac and Vena.

J. Hali Steele lives in Pennsylvania with dreams of returning to California’s high desert where many of her fictional characters roam. Sharing space with four furfriends (cats), she enjoys spending time with sisters and friends. She loves reading romances, especially those with vampyres and happy endings.

A multi–published author, when not writing, she’s snuggled in front of the TV with a book, a cat in her lap and a cup of coffee.

Visit www.jhalisteele.com and she answers all emails at joannhali@yahoo.com