Chapter Nine: Pretend I'm Someone Else
Butcher tucked the bedlinen around Olivia after she fell into a deep nap before he got behind the wheel and soon had them moving further north. As he moved the large vehicle to the second lane and continued briskly with the flow of traffic, back at the Vought building, Dr. Craig Dalton limped through the stacked parking garage to his convertible.
He sighed heavily as he settled behind the wheel, he met his reflection in the rearview mirror. He felt tears of shame tease the corners of his eyes. Craig took a deep breath and stopped at a liquor store on his way home.
He got back in the car and took a long swallow of the cheap vodka, breaking his ten-year sobriety in just a few seconds.
Craig didn't know Stormfront had been following him since he left the Vought building.
Dr. Craig Dalton, valedictorian of his Ivy League school nearly shit his designer slacks when he walked into his living room and found Stormfront completely nude perched on his suede sofa.
"Hello again Dr. Dalton," Stormfront purred.
As Craig was certain his heart had actually stopped beating, back in the moving RV Olivia continued to nap. Butcher adjusted the volume of the radio, anxious for any updated word on the safe house explosion and status and identification of the survivors.
Butcher slowed as a highway patrol officer moved through traffic. Butcher's lips pulled into a crooked smile as he plucked one of Olivia's shed hairs from the seat and wrapped it around his left hand's ring finger.
He looked over his shoulder at her sleeping form. He wanted to let his gaze linger on her peaceful, sleeping face but knew he had to watch the traffic as he approached the offramp he wanted to take.
As Olivia slept, she remained blissfully unaware of Butcher making a quick stop at a strip-mall. Spontaneity driving his every move and dollar spent before he had the RV back on the interstate, continuing north.
As Butcher passed a slow-moving SUV and Olivia slept soundly, back in Dr. Craig Dalton's professionally decorated two-story home, Stormfront leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide.
Craig swallowed hard and took a few more gulps off the bottle, anxious for the numbing effect of the alcohol to overtake him as Stormfront licked her fingertips and began to rub slow circles on her clit.
Craig watched, his cock couldn't help but grow hard as she plunged a few fingers into her wet cunt, her pink tightness clutching at her slim, pale fingers.
"Come here Dr. Dalton," Stormfront purred.
Craig drained the bottle and nodded dumbly as he fumbled at the front of his slacks and freed his hardening cock.
Stormfront smiled in slow satisfaction and held her thighs further apart until her pink pussy yawned open at him.
"Fuck me Dr. Dalton, pretend I'm Olivia," she growled and spread her thighs as far as she could.
"Come on Craig, show me how you'd fuck your Olivia," she teased and thrust her hips towards him, her cunt open and begging.
Craig felt hot bile rise up his throat but was led by his throbbing cock to bury himself in one fluid plunge into her wet cunt. He pounded his hips with erratic urgency, a low keening sound coming from him as he clutched Stormfront's fleshy hips as he buried himself into her well-used cunt.
Hours later, Dr. Dalton slept face down on his Persian rug with all the alcohol on board and Butcher pulled the RV to a stop at a rundown campground.
Butcher settled on the edge of the mattress next to Olivia and brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear. She stirred awake as he traced his thumb over her lower lip.
"How are you feeling?" he murmured as she covered her mouth when a deep series of yawns overtook her.
"A little better," she said honestly and sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard. "Where are we?" Olivia asked as she tucked the linen around herself.
"We're about a day's drive away from the border."
"The border? How can you cross the border? I don't even have my ID."
Butcher pressed his lips to hers, cutting off her words. "I have it taken care of love," he murmured.
Olivia opened her mouth to ask another question before he abruptly yanked her into his embrace, crushing his mouth to hers. "Don't concern yourself with it," he growled as he briefly lifted his lips.
He reluctantly broke his hold on her and smoothed the linen across the tops of her thighs. "I picked up some steaks for the grill, there's hot water if you want to clean up while I start cooking," Butcher said softly and had to clench his hands into fists to keep from stripping her bare and fucking her until she couldn't breathe.
Olivia nodded as he gave her just enough room to move past him.
Butcher's breath caught in surprise when she paused before she rose from the bed. Olivia tentatively raised her hand and cupped his jaw, his beard tickling her palm.
"Thank you," she murmured.
Butcher met her eyes, wordless until she elaborated. "Thank you for not killing me."
Butcher closed a large hand around her wrist and pressed his lips to her palm.
"How do you like your steak love?"
As Olivia cleaned up and scrubbed her scalp until it tingled, Butcher threw the T-bones on the grill and set out a couple paper plates and some packaged deli sides. He slipped the magazine with the unfinished quiz under her plate.
The smell of grilled meat reached Olivia's nose as she emerged from the small shower stall and found Butcher pulling the steaks off the metal grate.
"That smells amazing," she said, meaning it, her stomach audibly agreeing.
They ate in peace for a while before Butcher gestured at the magazine, "why don't you ask the next question."
She fought to roll her eyes but opened the page he had marked and cleared her throat before she began to read from the page.
"What would be your ideal date night? A. Rose petals on the staircase, champagne, chocolate, strawberries, and hours of pleasure. B. Party drugs, pizza, clubs, animal sex, an epic hangover and endless wasted selfies and dick pics. C. Recreate your first date but with a mutual happy-ending guaranteed. D. I'll just take the drugs and eat pizza as I binge-watch tv."
They both stayed silent when she had finished reading. "Well?" she asked, "which one?"
"I would've said C if our meeting hadn't been so unconventional," he finally said.
Olivia smiled, "we could always start over with coffee and go from there."
Butcher nodded, "is a revised C also your choice?"
"I like A more," she said and stared out at the emptiness around them.
Butcher smiled, "we'll have to stop at the store again soon, they'll have everything necessary."
Olivia stared down at her lap and didn't see his pupils dilate, nostrils flare, neck flush or how he caught his tongue between his teeth as she avoided his eyes.
"Talk to me love," he growled and captured her hand with his, squeezing urgently until she raised her eyes and met his.
"I've just never been so….quick to touch, kiss, I never imagined getting so close to someone so fast," she started and continued when he stayed quiet.
As Butcher cut through a piece of the barbecued steak and speared it onto a plastic fork, he watched her eyes moving back over the previous quiz questions.
He didn't taste anything he chewed or drank. All he could think about was the next time he would be inside of her, filling her, possessing her, completely obsessed with the idea that no one had touched her in that way before.
"You know you never answered the quiz question earlier," Butcher said as she loaded a plastic spoon with the deli-style macaroni salad.
Olivia paused and looked across at him, holding her full spoon aloft.
"What was the question?" she managed.
"More or less, where you like to be touched and kissed," he said as he cut his steak into several more manageable pieces, never dropping his eyes from hers as he continued easily. "The choices were neck, breasts, belly or lips, I said lips."
Olivia pressed her lips together and tried to not blink under the weight of his stare.
"What's your choice or do I have to guess?" he growled when she remained resolutely still and silent.
Butcher's lips pulled into a dangerous smile when she finally spoke in a low whisper.
"My neck."
He pushed his plate away and walked around the weathered picnic table to stand behind her. Butcher leaned down and buried his face in the curve of her neck.
"So soft," he murmured as he moved his lips in a slow trail up the side of her neck, his exhale hot against her ear.
Olivia found her body speaking for her as she let him pull her to her feet until he could wrap her up in his formidable embrace.
"I can't control myself around you," Butcher growled and forced a startled cry from Olivia as he lifted her completely off her feet and was ripping her clothes free as he carried her back into the RV.
Butcher licked a hot line up her neck as she struggled to find her breath.
"That's better," Butcher groaned as he danced the fingertips of one hand along the scalloped lace edge of her satin panties before he yanked them away from her tight, wet center and abruptly plunged himself inside her.
Olivia found that catching her breath was just out of reach as he teased the rough tip of his index finger in small circles around her clit. Butcher grunted as her body undulated underneath him and he brought her closer to falling into the precipice of pleasure.
Butcher lowered his lips to her ear and whispered as she felt a growing heaviness developing in her lower body. He never stopped his movement against the swelling knot of flesh under his fingertips as he spoke. "Let me take care of you."
