3 The Coming Storm
It was 8:30 when Grace got home. The entire time she was driving home from the river, her heart pounded. Would James be home early? She told him she was going to the bookstore and would be home by 8:30.
James wouldn't be angry she was out and he wouldn't question her lack of purchases. She often went to the book store to just look around. She found it calmed her frazzled nerves and she could get lost in the stacks for hours.
He didn't mind when she went out and let people see her. Let them know she was his wife. His prize but she'd always pay for her bit of freedom later that evening. Tonight would be worth any punishment he dished out, just as long as he didn't know about Taylor.
If James' was home, he was sure to smell Taylor on her. She could still smell his scent on her skin. Still feel his cum making her panties damp and slick. The lace rubbed against her sensitive clit and she almost came from the friction alone.
She pulled into their garage and let out a breath. His car wasn't there. She was alone and safe. She could take a long bath and wash Taylor off of her, as much as she hated to do so. It needed to be done. He could never find out. He'd kill her, he has told her as much.
For someone as controlling as James, he trusted her. He thought she'd be too scared to try anything and for the last five years, she had been. Then she meant someone that was scarier than James. Someone that could hurt James and suddenly she wasn't so scared of him any more.
She felt safe just knowing Taylor. Knowing that he was going to save her from her life of hell. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but it was his choice. If he chose to never see her again after he killed James, then she'd let him go. She'd give him his freedom and find a way to move on without him.
But if he asked, suggested or offered a place for her in his life, she'd follow him anywhere.
Grace made herself a hot bubble bath and sank down with a sigh. Taylor was gentle with her but she was still a bit sore. She wasn't used to someone so large and she felt a bit raw. The hot water made her pussy tingle again and she gasped. Closing her eyes, she thought of Taylor's mouth. The few quick flicks of his tongue he gave her before he slid his thick cock inside of her. Moaning, she slipped her hand underwater and slid her middle finger over her clit.
Her whole body jumped when she made contact and she let her mind drift as she thought of Taylor. His hands, his mouth. His scent.
Grace panted and began to burn. First in her toes then it worked her way up her body making her core and hands tingle. Her breasts throbbed and her nipples tightened as her thighs began to quiver. Pressing up against her seeking fingers, she hissed as everything pulled back and she gasped as she came once again. For Taylor.
Leaning her head back, she panted and frowned at a shrill sound breaking through the haze. Realizing it was the phone, she dove for it and hoped it hadn't been ringing long.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sweetheart," the smooth, charming voice of her husband filled her ear and she winced.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"What took so long to answer the phone?" He asked, mildly suspicious.
"I'm in the bath. I didn't hear the phone at first. Did it ring a lot?"
"No, only three times."
Three, that wasn't so bad. If it went more than that, she'd end up in trouble. They both pretended that wasn't the case. It was the game he liked to play and she knew he was playing it up for whoever was in the room with him. He was so two faced she wanted to puke.
"Were you thinking about me?" he asked her and she almost let out a nervous giggle.
Sobering, she said what he wanted to hear, "Yes," Grace closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. God she hated this man with everything she had.
He chuckled and Grace knew he actually believed her. He really thought she still cared for him. He was so stupid and blind. And it was going to cost him his life. She wished she could care.
She wondered how she ended up hiring someone to murder her husband. She was driving home from the bridge club and the sparkle of the froze river caught her attention. She stopped and decided to go for a short walk before she had to face the monster she lived with. Then she met Taylor, he offered help, she accepted and she fell in love with her own personal hit man.
If the truth ever came out, the scandal would be huge. Both she and Taylor would end up in prison for the rest of their lives. Taylor might even get the death penalty. Grace took a deep breath and focused on her husband. She didn't want to give him any reason to doubt her. She could do this, she'd been acting the part for a long time now.
"Well, sorry, Sweetheart, but I'm not going to be home for a while. The meeting's running late and I don't know when I'll be home? I'll take extra care for you tomorrow night," he chuckled suggestively, "Just think, it'll be so much better after we wait."
"Yes," she agreed because he'd expect her to, "Don't work too hard." Yeah, work my ass, she sneered silently. She could hear a smoky female laugh in the background and gritted her teeth. He fucked so many women, Grace was shocked that she never came up with any disease. The only thing she could think of is that he either used protection or picked his women with care. She'd bet on the latter. James hated condoms.
It dawned on her that she and Taylor didn't use anything. Her stomach knotted painfully but she hoped that Taylor took care of himself too. If something went wrong, if Taylor failed to do what she was paying him to and she ended up with an STD, James would know she cheated on him. It would be a sure death sentence.
"I won't." James assured her before he added, "Don't wait up." Then he was gone.
Grace hung up the phone and stared at it for a bit. This was the first time he pulled this stunt. He either had a long night planned with a few women or he was on to her.
He didn't sound any different, didn't seem to act any different. She should just take it as a blessing and get some extra sleep.
Grace got out of the tub and rubbed lotion all over her with a sigh. She wished she could call Taylor, just to hear his voice again but knew she couldn't have any contact with him. It was too risky. Instead, she crawled into bed and moaned. And for the first time in five years, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
James didn't come home until three that morning. He smelled like cigars, booze and perfume. He took a quick shower before he climbed into bed beside her and pulled her close to him. He fell sleep before he could do anything and Grace spent the rest of the night, staring out into the blackness until dawn turned the sky to gray.
She got out of bed and looked out her window one last time. She glanced down at a black Caddie she'd seen parked there the night before. She'd never see it before and wondered what it was doing parked by her house all night.
She saw a flash of skin and silver. Taylor's hand. She's recognize those rings anywhere. Grace took a deep breath and knew she'd be able to make it through the day, no matter what James threw at her.
She glanced at the sky in a silent prayer when he drove off and noticed the ugly black clouds.
A storm was coming.
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Taylor followed Grace home but she never knew. He drove past her house to the next street over to Matty's. He left his van there, around back and burrowed Matty's Caddie. His van stuck out against the BMW's and other high end German cars that littered her street. Matty didn't ask questions. He figured that Taylor had a hot date and wanted to impress the girl for a piece of ass. He'd done it before. He had no idea about Grace and Taylor planned on keeping it that way. No one knew they'd met.
Grace never knew that he sat out in front of her house, watching all night. She looked longingly out her window a few times in the direction of the river and he grinned. She missed him. Longed for him. At least he wasn't the only one.
Taylor was there when James pulled in at three am and his fists clenched at the thought of him touching her. Grace was his. It didn't matter that she was married to another man. Once Taylor slid into her, she became his.
He'd have to act quickly before he lost his mind or his edge. He'd do it tonight. Taylor glanced at the sky and growled. Maybe tomorrow if the snow came like they said.
He saw her at the window again and he felt inclined to put her mind at ease. He was cold and tired but he wanted to reassure her. He reached forward with his arm, showing enough of his hand that she'd recognize him and then started the car and drove away.
A small rumble of thunder proved that indeed a storm was coming.
Taylor had to act fast to get his affairs in order. He had to get his money, pack some things and do it without tipping off the Feds or the Mob. Easier said than done.
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The snow started about noon and Taylor had to make a decision, should he risk the snow and bad weather or wait it out? He hated to think about Grace stuck in the house with her husband, alone and at his mercy. He wished he could get it done before James had the chance to touch her again but he knew that was almost impossible. Not with with the heavy snow.
Then again, maybe it would help cover his tracks. Hide any evidence he might leave behind. Taylor knew how not to leave evidence but there was always a first time and this was different from his other jobs.
This wouldn't be linked to mob involvement and thus, would be investigated thoroughly. But with the snow, the response time of a 911 call would be greatly diminished leaving Taylor more time to get away.
He was truly unsure what to do and he didn't like that. Taylor always went with his gut and his gut was screaming at him that it was too risky. He'd have to step back and wait for another day.
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Grace saw the first flake of snow flutter to the ground and felt her heart sink. The snow was here. James would come home early from work and she'd have to deal with him for a few extra hours. She knew what he'd want to do with that time. Gritting her teeth she got up and began to prepare and extra special dinner. James would expect it, after all, he was out in the horrible weather. He'd want to eat, drink some brandy and have sex and not always in that order.
She turned on the news and groaned when they called for a total of almost a foot of snow. She knew Taylor wouldn't be there tonight. It was too dangerous.
Waiting for something to happen was the worst for her. The dread of violence, the fear of getting caught, the knowledge that she had a hand in ending someone's life were taking their toll on her nerves.
She heard him at three and straightened her spine and put on her fake smile.
Just one more night, Gracie, she thought, using the nickname that Taylor gave her. James had never, not once called her that. He'd say it sounded babyish but the way Taylor said it it sounded sexual.
He opened the door and pinned her with his blue eyes. "Something smells good." He muttered with a sharks smile and walked over to her and kissed her.
"Thank you. Were the roads bad?"
James nodded and poured himself a glass of red wine, "It is nasty out there. I was going to treat you to a night out, but guess it will have to wait until tomorrow."
Grace smiled, "Tomorrow's fine,"
James set he glass down and walked over to her. He cupped her chin and gave her a rough kiss, "I missed you last night," he said before he took her hand and led her up to their bedroom.