Chapter 15
It seemed like Gillian had just drifted to sleep by the time Jack came through the door. Gillian held up her head sleepily as Jack bustled around the room. "Morning!" "Jack! Please!" "Sorry, what's up with you? Riddick hasn't let you play yet?" "NO! He's being so selfish. Doesn't he know that as my husband he has to share everything." Gillian snapped as she lifted from the bed. Jack laughed at her, "Didn't you do what I told you to do?" "Yeah. Everything, but you're right. He's way too smart for that." Jack laughed harder. "I told you!" "Shut up Jack. I'm getting desperate. It's like he doesn't want me anymore." Jack's laughter subsides as she turns to a more serious tone. "That's not true at all Gill." Gillian snorted. "I'm serious, when you were sick he didn't leave your side once. He was like a three-legged puppy that just got thrown in the pound. Gilly...He loves you." Gillian froze at the revelation. "What?" she whispered. Jack smiled at her naïve friend, "Honey, he's fallen for you, and hard!" Gillian lifts her chin, "Well why won't he tell me that himself?" "You know Riddick. He has a hard time expressing his emotions. He's better at showing them." "Well he's not good at that either. Where was he last night cuz he sure as hell wasn't with me." Gillian said before pausing in front of Jack. Jack gave a shrug, "Maybe he needed to clear his head." "Yeah, Right." Jack threw her hands up. "Forget it, I don't know what it's gonna take to get it through your head girl. Riddick's in love with you, now it's up to you to make him tell you himself."
That day the girls all went out to go shopping once more. It was almost fall and they needed to get ready for the weather. Jean made Jack promise she would come back at a decent time and he sent Sara with them. Sara was the insurance that they'd come back on time, because Jack knew that Jean meant business when it came to his two favorite girls. Gillian asked around the household for Riddick but no one saw him. He was obviously ignoring her, and that made her angrier. It caused her to storm out of the house in a huff and stalk to the car to wait for Jack to come. Riddick watched from afar as they drove off. He didn't mean to make her feel any less of herself but he couldn't look at her. He couldn't look at her without feeling that yearning feeling that ached in him to just jump her at that very moment. He did love her, but he could bring himself to tell her that. He'd gone through his whole life without loving anyone, why should he start now? He certainly didn't want to turn into Jean and Jack. Their public displays of affection made him sick to his stomach. He'd beat himself senseless with his boot before he turned into them. As he made his way back to his room his mind wandered back to the events that took place the night before. He missed having her touch him like that, but he could do it. He couldn't make love to her knowing she was trying to get pregnant. He couldn't bring a child into this world with their gene pool. Not with Hellax and his blood flowing through the child's body. He definitely didn't want the kid to grow up to be a thieving, cold blooded, murdering bastard. Tripping over one of Sara's toys he picked it up and examined it. His mind then rushed to the morning she was born. Jean was a nervous wreck and even though Riddick tried o keep him calm he was just as bad. Jack was in so much pain and the complications kept building by each centimeter she dilated. She was five weeks premature and Jack kept drifting in and out of consciousness because she wouldn't breathe correctly. 'That kid nearly killed her and she has the nerve to say she wants more.' Riddick thought with a snort. Continuing to he room he decided that he couldn't do that to Gillian. He couldn't put her in danger like that. As he entered the room he set the toy on a table his eyes roamed the room. He walked over to her dresser and eyed the contents. Perfumes, lotions, jewelry, pictures of Jack and Sara; why didn't she have a picture of him. He picked the picture to look at it more closely. Turning to his dresser he noticed he didn't have a picture of Jack nevertheless a picture of his own wife. He set it back down the picked up her favorite perfume. It was a light floral scent that drove him crazy. Maybe that's why it was her favorite, cause it drove him wild. He popped the top and ran it under his nose. He groaned as it whiffed into his senses. His second head twitched in his britches as he remembered the smell of it on her skin. He put the cap back on and slammed the bottle back on the dresser. He then moved to her drawers. God, he'd never seen anyone with more clothes than Jack. She had tops, socks, shirts, and skirts in every style and color. He smirked as he closed the drawers. He turned to the last drawer. Her underwear drawer. He didn't mind so much at the amount she had there. Bras, panties, chemises, camisoles, gowns, and the list went on. He couldn't help but smile after picturing her in every piece of material, then him ripping it off her body. His hand once again slipped into his pants as he began to rub at his erection. Putting her clothes back he climbed into his big warm bed for a wank then a nap before his beautiful wife came back.
Gillian came in her room with Roman, the new servant that took Jerome's place, behind her with bags galore. They both almost dropped them when Riddick shouted from the bathroom, "Roman is that you?!" "Yes sir." "Did you get my beer?" Gillian held a finger over her mouth to tell Roman not to tell Riddick she was in the room. "Uh, not yet sir, I just wanted to drop off some of you and Mrs. Gillian's laundry." "Well hurry up with my beer will ya!" "Yes sir, coming up!" Roman left and was back in a flash with a beer. Gillian took it from his hands and made her way to the bathroom where her husband was bathing. When she walked him his back was toward her, but he could still since her presence. "Just set it on counter then you can go." He muttered. "You sure you don't want my help?" She said seductively. Riddick swung around at the sound of her voice. "Gillian, what are you doing in here." "I came to help you and give you your beer." She looked so damn sexy, she was wearing a black wrap dress that tied on the side and had a deep V in the middle. Her hair was down for once in a long disarray of red curls. With a hand on her hip and a beer in the other, it took him everything not to get up and pull her in the tub with him. Swallowing hard he said, "Well give me my beer then you can leave." He reached for the bottle, "Why?" she said as she took the bottle farther out of his reach. "I don't need your help, now give me my beer woman!" She then began to lick her lips as she walked slowly to the tub. Giving him his beer took the soap from his hand and ran it over his chest. Rubbing the slippery contents over his nipples she cooed in his ear. She then 'dropped' the soap in the water. "Oops, I'll get it." She grinned. Her hand dipped in the water and brushed his thigh. Pretending to look for the soap she felt his erection. "Tell me Riddick....Is that the soap?" She whispered huskily in his ear. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly. 'What happened to my sweet nun? Who tha fuck cares I like this one better.' He thought. Snapping from his trance he snatched her wrist in a fierce grip, "What type of game are you playin girl?" She stepped back as she took the bottle of beer from his hand and leaned on the counter. "It's the game you taught me, you don't wana play anymore?" She took a swig of the beer. Setting the beer on the counter she untied the string on her right hip and let the dress fall to the floor. She had on a black strapless bra and matching black panties. She stood there for a moment as his eyes burned through her. She walked over to the bathroom door, "If you don't wana play, then I'll guess I'll have to find a new partner." "Gillian!" Riddick surged from the tub. She stopped and turned in the doorway of the bathroom. "You don't want me?" "Of course I do! I could fuck you into oblivion right now and nothing would stop me, I just don't want it on my conscience." He trailed off. Her eyes turned from a smoky green sultry look to a mean burning on fire gaze. "You're such a pussy! Damn you!" she yelled. "You're right! And damn you for making me one!" Gillian snatched her dress on and slipped it back on. This time it was Gillian who left the room, but she didn't shut the door as quietly as he did.
It seemed like Gillian had just drifted to sleep by the time Jack came through the door. Gillian held up her head sleepily as Jack bustled around the room. "Morning!" "Jack! Please!" "Sorry, what's up with you? Riddick hasn't let you play yet?" "NO! He's being so selfish. Doesn't he know that as my husband he has to share everything." Gillian snapped as she lifted from the bed. Jack laughed at her, "Didn't you do what I told you to do?" "Yeah. Everything, but you're right. He's way too smart for that." Jack laughed harder. "I told you!" "Shut up Jack. I'm getting desperate. It's like he doesn't want me anymore." Jack's laughter subsides as she turns to a more serious tone. "That's not true at all Gill." Gillian snorted. "I'm serious, when you were sick he didn't leave your side once. He was like a three-legged puppy that just got thrown in the pound. Gilly...He loves you." Gillian froze at the revelation. "What?" she whispered. Jack smiled at her naïve friend, "Honey, he's fallen for you, and hard!" Gillian lifts her chin, "Well why won't he tell me that himself?" "You know Riddick. He has a hard time expressing his emotions. He's better at showing them." "Well he's not good at that either. Where was he last night cuz he sure as hell wasn't with me." Gillian said before pausing in front of Jack. Jack gave a shrug, "Maybe he needed to clear his head." "Yeah, Right." Jack threw her hands up. "Forget it, I don't know what it's gonna take to get it through your head girl. Riddick's in love with you, now it's up to you to make him tell you himself."
That day the girls all went out to go shopping once more. It was almost fall and they needed to get ready for the weather. Jean made Jack promise she would come back at a decent time and he sent Sara with them. Sara was the insurance that they'd come back on time, because Jack knew that Jean meant business when it came to his two favorite girls. Gillian asked around the household for Riddick but no one saw him. He was obviously ignoring her, and that made her angrier. It caused her to storm out of the house in a huff and stalk to the car to wait for Jack to come. Riddick watched from afar as they drove off. He didn't mean to make her feel any less of herself but he couldn't look at her. He couldn't look at her without feeling that yearning feeling that ached in him to just jump her at that very moment. He did love her, but he could bring himself to tell her that. He'd gone through his whole life without loving anyone, why should he start now? He certainly didn't want to turn into Jean and Jack. Their public displays of affection made him sick to his stomach. He'd beat himself senseless with his boot before he turned into them. As he made his way back to his room his mind wandered back to the events that took place the night before. He missed having her touch him like that, but he could do it. He couldn't make love to her knowing she was trying to get pregnant. He couldn't bring a child into this world with their gene pool. Not with Hellax and his blood flowing through the child's body. He definitely didn't want the kid to grow up to be a thieving, cold blooded, murdering bastard. Tripping over one of Sara's toys he picked it up and examined it. His mind then rushed to the morning she was born. Jean was a nervous wreck and even though Riddick tried o keep him calm he was just as bad. Jack was in so much pain and the complications kept building by each centimeter she dilated. She was five weeks premature and Jack kept drifting in and out of consciousness because she wouldn't breathe correctly. 'That kid nearly killed her and she has the nerve to say she wants more.' Riddick thought with a snort. Continuing to he room he decided that he couldn't do that to Gillian. He couldn't put her in danger like that. As he entered the room he set the toy on a table his eyes roamed the room. He walked over to her dresser and eyed the contents. Perfumes, lotions, jewelry, pictures of Jack and Sara; why didn't she have a picture of him. He picked the picture to look at it more closely. Turning to his dresser he noticed he didn't have a picture of Jack nevertheless a picture of his own wife. He set it back down the picked up her favorite perfume. It was a light floral scent that drove him crazy. Maybe that's why it was her favorite, cause it drove him wild. He popped the top and ran it under his nose. He groaned as it whiffed into his senses. His second head twitched in his britches as he remembered the smell of it on her skin. He put the cap back on and slammed the bottle back on the dresser. He then moved to her drawers. God, he'd never seen anyone with more clothes than Jack. She had tops, socks, shirts, and skirts in every style and color. He smirked as he closed the drawers. He turned to the last drawer. Her underwear drawer. He didn't mind so much at the amount she had there. Bras, panties, chemises, camisoles, gowns, and the list went on. He couldn't help but smile after picturing her in every piece of material, then him ripping it off her body. His hand once again slipped into his pants as he began to rub at his erection. Putting her clothes back he climbed into his big warm bed for a wank then a nap before his beautiful wife came back.
Gillian came in her room with Roman, the new servant that took Jerome's place, behind her with bags galore. They both almost dropped them when Riddick shouted from the bathroom, "Roman is that you?!" "Yes sir." "Did you get my beer?" Gillian held a finger over her mouth to tell Roman not to tell Riddick she was in the room. "Uh, not yet sir, I just wanted to drop off some of you and Mrs. Gillian's laundry." "Well hurry up with my beer will ya!" "Yes sir, coming up!" Roman left and was back in a flash with a beer. Gillian took it from his hands and made her way to the bathroom where her husband was bathing. When she walked him his back was toward her, but he could still since her presence. "Just set it on counter then you can go." He muttered. "You sure you don't want my help?" She said seductively. Riddick swung around at the sound of her voice. "Gillian, what are you doing in here." "I came to help you and give you your beer." She looked so damn sexy, she was wearing a black wrap dress that tied on the side and had a deep V in the middle. Her hair was down for once in a long disarray of red curls. With a hand on her hip and a beer in the other, it took him everything not to get up and pull her in the tub with him. Swallowing hard he said, "Well give me my beer then you can leave." He reached for the bottle, "Why?" she said as she took the bottle farther out of his reach. "I don't need your help, now give me my beer woman!" She then began to lick her lips as she walked slowly to the tub. Giving him his beer took the soap from his hand and ran it over his chest. Rubbing the slippery contents over his nipples she cooed in his ear. She then 'dropped' the soap in the water. "Oops, I'll get it." She grinned. Her hand dipped in the water and brushed his thigh. Pretending to look for the soap she felt his erection. "Tell me Riddick....Is that the soap?" She whispered huskily in his ear. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly. 'What happened to my sweet nun? Who tha fuck cares I like this one better.' He thought. Snapping from his trance he snatched her wrist in a fierce grip, "What type of game are you playin girl?" She stepped back as she took the bottle of beer from his hand and leaned on the counter. "It's the game you taught me, you don't wana play anymore?" She took a swig of the beer. Setting the beer on the counter she untied the string on her right hip and let the dress fall to the floor. She had on a black strapless bra and matching black panties. She stood there for a moment as his eyes burned through her. She walked over to the bathroom door, "If you don't wana play, then I'll guess I'll have to find a new partner." "Gillian!" Riddick surged from the tub. She stopped and turned in the doorway of the bathroom. "You don't want me?" "Of course I do! I could fuck you into oblivion right now and nothing would stop me, I just don't want it on my conscience." He trailed off. Her eyes turned from a smoky green sultry look to a mean burning on fire gaze. "You're such a pussy! Damn you!" she yelled. "You're right! And damn you for making me one!" Gillian snatched her dress on and slipped it back on. This time it was Gillian who left the room, but she didn't shut the door as quietly as he did.