Echoes in the Woods by Georgina Scott (ebook reader 8 inch .TXT) 📗

bed; he would never let me take the boys away from him. For the sake of my boys, I have to stay. I’m sorry.”

Both Mitch and Faith put their foreheads together and cried. Mitch pulled Faith onto him and they both held each other close and tight. “I love you,” Faith told him. She could feel his hardness swelling within his trousers as she straddled him. Kissing his cheek, making her way towards his lips, they embraced. She undid his trousers, feeling his hard penis in the palm of her hand, applying pressure she slid her hand up and down his shaft before slipping him inside of her.

He carried her to the examination table, still inside of her; he lay back on the table with her on top of him. She undid the buttons of her dress revealing her perfectly formed pert breasts. Both hands covered her tits and he squeezed them, her nipples stiffened and he brought himself up to her, suckling and nibbling then, whilst she pumped his cock inside of her.

His girth filled her; the more excited she became, deeper inside of her, he went filling her up. His hands were caressing her buttocks, rubbing her perineum with the tips of his fingers, feeling her inner lips move up and down his shaft. His balls were soaked with her juices. He lifted her and carefully placed her underneath him. She brought her legs up and onto his hips as he slid deeper inside of her, pumping harder and faster. Groaning with every thrust, her hands in his hair, their lips met and melted together, tongues entangled. The harder he pumped, the wetter she gets. Bodies in ecstasy, heavy panting, her body shook beneath him, feeling her cum squirting all over his penis, sending him over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside of her.

He was still lying on top of her, touching her face, telling her how much he loved her. Tears started to run from her eyes. Concern came over his face when he saw her; he scooped her up and held her tight. They stayed holding each other.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by a tap at the door. “Dr Moody,” then there’s another tap at the door, “Dr Moody,” the person said.

“Shit, shit! Get dressed babe,” said Mitch quickly pulling up his trousers and tidying himself, he pulled the screen around the examining table and then went and sat down at his computer, “Yes, Kate, come in.”

The door opened and walks in Kate, the practice secretary. An ageing woman of about sixty-three but she still had her looks. She had been with the practice for over thirty years; there wasn’t anything Kate didn’t know about, but she was extremely discreet and never gossiped, and she knew Mitch as a boy when he came into the practice with his father, then taking over the practice, when his father retired. She knew about the affair between Mitch and Faith. He confided in her. “Sorry for interrupting Doctor, but I really need your signature for these letters, before the morning post leaves,” said Kate.

“Very well,” holding out his hand for the letters, he signed them, then handed them back to her, “and there you go, Kate.”

As Kate shut the door, Faith pulled back the curtain. “Well, that was close,” she said, not knowing that Kate was aware of their situation.

Mitch wrapped his arms around Faith again, squeezing her tightly, “Faith, before you go baby, I have something for you,” with that he handed her a mobile phone, an old black Nokia. “It only has my number on it, just in case you might need it.”

“Mitch, I can’t accept that. If John ever found it, there is no way I can explain it.”

“I will sleep better at night knowing you have it. Hide it in a place somewhere safe and don’t tell anyone. Please.”

“Okay, thank you,” with that they both kissed and she left the room.

Chapter 9

The camping holiday seemed so long ago. On one of the rare occasions, Ella walked home from school alone; Jake had to leave early and as it was only a mile from home to school, Ella said to her mum that she would walk home. After some considerable persuasion, her mum finally gave in and said it was okay for her to walk home alone.

She crossed the road and passed a group of boys and girls who were a year ahead of her and joined the path. As she walked down Steep Hill, she heard a rumbling behind her. She turned her head to see what sounded like rolling thunder and before she could react, she was thrown off her feet. She held her arms out straight and braced for the impact.

She felt her left wrist crack, the pain shot up her arm, then she let out an almighty scream. It took a few moments to register that she was screaming. Her rucksack hit the back of her head then slumped off to one side. As she tried to get up from the floor, someone grabbed her hair and swung her around. She fell to the floor but was still being dragged by her hair. She felt her tights rip and her knees welled up in pain. Then she felt a kick in her legs, then more kicks.

When they let go of her hair, she put her head in her hands and curled up into a ball. She was continuously kicked and punched throughout her body. Somebody grabbed her head and banged it on the concrete path. All she could hear was laughing and being called foul horrible names.

The attack lasted for what seemed forever. She heard a car stop. “OI!” someone shouted, then her attackers fled, running away laughing and saying, “We gonna get you!” In floods of tears, her saviour helped her to her feet, not realising that it was Mac that was helping her to her feet, until she lifted her head and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to