Love Shadows: Part 8

The late night summer breeze brushed Lena's face as soon as she exited Elle's car. The scent of pine trees and cherry blossoms enveloped her as she glanced at their surroundings. It looked to be a lodge of some sort. A very quiet one at that. Of course, the hour was late and she figured its renters were probably already sound asleep. Like she wanted to be.

"Elle, I don't want to intrude on these people. It's late and—"

"I booked it in advance. Don't worry. They're expecting us. And Dante granted you a few more days off. So you wont have to rush out of here in a couple of hours," Elle answered before she could continue with her excuses. Lena sighed in surrender at the news of her boss's generosity, and helped Elle grab their suitcases out of the trunk of her car. As soon as Lena reached for Elle's duffel bag, she closed the trunk, her duffel bag still inside, and ran right back into her car, locking the doors so Lena couldn't get back in.

"Elle Dubois! You better unlock these doors right now!" Lena shouted, furious at her friend and her silly games. She gasped once she turned to her son for help, who'd been pretending to sleep the entire ride to the lodge, and watched him high-five her friend. His smile only widened when he looked at her from behind the window.

"I'll take good care of him. Have fun," Elle shouted back, waving at her before she hit the gas and left Lena standing there by the entrance of the lodge.

"She's out of her damn mind...." Lena murmured to herself and turned in resignation to towards the front door of the lodge, dragging her suitcase behind her. The young man handling the front desk of the lodge looked to be no older than twenty, and greeted her with a smile once he caught sight of her.

"Ms. Samuel's, right?" he asked, and while she nodded her response and waited for him to type something up on his desktop, she couldn't help but notice the wooden architecture and the modern cabin decor in the cozy place. It felt peaceful and was certainly private, given they were somewhere high up near the mountains and she was there in the dead of night.

"Your room is on the second floor. Here are two extra set of key cards, just in case you lose one. The elevators are on the left, and if you find anything not up to your standards, please give us a call at any time. We're available twenty-four seven," the young man explained. Lena's eyes were growing heavy as exhaustion consumed her, but she kept them open long enough to reach her room.

"Lena," the sound of her name flowing through the emptiness inside her mind made her shiver as she gripped the door handle to her room tightly and closed her eyes.

"Not tonight. Emmett."

"You make tired look extraordinarily sexy," he complimented, right into her ear as her exhaustion allowed for him to take solid form next to her. He wasn't there. Her grief was causing her to hallucinate. Although, why she chose to conjure him up instead of anyone else, she wasn't entirely sure.

"Go away," she pleaded, as she dragged her luggage inside the room and turned on the lights. He'd disappeared again, and Lena sighed in relief as she locked the door behind her and aimed straight for the bed. She landed face down, her head on the plush white pillows, while the bed adjusted to her body. Just as she closed her eyes, she could smell a light calming mist coming from somewhere in the room. She couldn't pinpoint the scent, but she knew she liked it. It soothed her thoughts but wasn't strong enough to rid her of her dead husband.

"You're a mess. And I love how its my fault," Emmett continued his torture, reappearing next to her on the bed, causing Lena to groan with disdain. She placed a pillow over head, trying to regain her sanity, but it grew futile. Emmett wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

"What do you want to torture me with now?" Lena whined as she turned to face him and watched his eyes turn dark with desire as he lifted himself up and climbed on top of her, hovering over her body.

"On the contrary. I want to make you feel good again. Just so I can knock you back down. You know it's my favorite game," his twisted words echoed inside her mind, and as much as she hoped she could erase how her body still responded to him, she couldn't. He was the first one to mold it, to bring it to life with his ambitious palms and without hesitation on her part. That was the problem with giving the wrong man the last of your innocence. He could manipulate your body into thinking it was only made for his touch, as if her back wouldn't arch or her moans wouldn't grow louder in the right set of hands.

Lena wondered if he knew she no longer thought of him while she touched herself at night. She wondered if he understood her body only yearned for Ethan's touch now, and how she wished he was here to show her rotten husband how a real man worshiped a woman's body.

She smiled at the thought, and turned on her back, rushing over to her suitcase to grab her favorite vibrating toy. She could hear Emmett's disapproving hiss from the bed, but she didn't care. Lena wanted to show him how badly she didn't need him to make her feel good anymore.

To add insult to injury, she undressed in front of her old hallucination, and caused her new one to stand behind her. She felt Ethan's rugged hands run down her voluptuous body, taking his time to tease her nipples, tugging and twisting them in between his fingers.

Emmett's angry gaze only made her enjoy Ethan's touch more, and she especially felt elated as soon as Emmett practically growled when Ethan dipped his fingers inside of her, opening her folds far enough to rub her clit, and show Emmett how wet she was for a man who wasn't him.

She held her ex-husband's gaze while Ethan grabbed the vibrator in her hand and pressed it up against her swollen nub, circling the sensitive area, causing her to moan his name loud enough for Emmett to hear.

Lena smiled when Ethan pushed her up against the wall and turned her around, grabbing onto her hip as he entered her from behind, while still holding the vibrating device against her clitoris. Her hips fell into the same rhythm of his thrusts, and her hands turned to fists as her self-control began to dissolve and she started banging on the wall, while Ethan drove into her deeply.

"Ah, right there. That's the spot, baby," Lena encouraged, with a satisfied grin as Ethan's cock penetrated her at her core, the tip of his erection hitting her right against her g-spot. Lena felt her body still for a brief moment, then let herself feel the waves of her orgasm form at the pit of her stomach, making her body explode with shocks of pleasure, and fall into the arms of the man still fucking her from behind.

She opened her eyes again to find neither men in her company. Her hallucinations were gone for the night and the satisfaction she'd just given herself felt exhilarating. Lena couldn't help but look forward to the other tricks her own mind had in store for her in the next few days, since it was currently the only comfort she allowed herself to approach.