Echoes in the Woods Georgina Scott (sites to read books for free .TXT) 📖

applied the perfume and slipped on the navy lace cami and headed downstairs.

“Oh my, John, you ok?” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her and she saw tears streaming down his face. “John, what’s happened?”

“I’ve lost everything,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh John, come here,” she said, pulling him to her, wrapping her arms around him and let him cry.

John’s tears soaked her cami. “I’m sorry,” he said, wiping his face and pulling himself away from her. “Do you always dress like that?” John said, getting up from his chair, taking his coffee with him.

“Yes, I didn’t expect anyone to be down here. I wanted a glass of water.”

“The perfume you’re wearing, its Faith’s favourite.”

“It’s my favourite too; Mum brought it for me for my birthday.”

John poured a glass of water and handed it to Chloe. Their fingers touched. “Thank you,” she said, taking a sip. John grabbed the bottle of Jack in one hand and the other touched her chin and he walked off to his room.

Chloe waited for a few seconds and was about to turn off the lights and head to bed. She turned off the lights and followed John to his room. She didn’t knock; she pressed down on the handle and went in. John was already undressed, naked on the bed, drinking down the Jack.

“What do you want, Chloe?”

“I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Yeah, right. You think I was born yesterday?” John said, taking another swig of the Jack.

“Okay then, I want you; I want you inside me.”

“And you think by wearing my wife’s perfume and looking like her, we will be having sex.”

“No. Not at all; I know I look like her by the photos I have seen around the house,” she said, approaching him.

“You look too much like her,” he said, staring at her.

Chloe climbed onto the bed kneeling on her knees and was about to remove the lace camisole, “Leave it on.” Chloe kissed his lower legs making her way to his thighs, spreading his legs, seeing his cock stiffen; she licked and sucked on his shaft. His eyes rolled and deep down in his throat, he let out a groan of pleasure, taking another swig of the Jack, then placing it on the floor beside the bed.

He pulled Chloe to him, rolling on top of her. “You smell like her,” he kissed her on the lips, “you look like her,” he kissed her again, “you will never be her!” he said, giving her a deeper, hungrier kiss.

“Fuck me, say her name John, and fuck me.” He slipped his hard throbbing cock inside of her calling out Faith’s name.

***

It was 6 in the morning when John woke, looking over at Chloe. Shit, he thought. He got up knocking over the empty Jack Daniels’ bottle and headed to the shower. Once dressed, he got upstairs and checked on the boys. Henry and Mark were fast asleep, but Matthew was up and dressed, sitting at his table, reading his comic.

“Hey sport, why up so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep, and was about to go and feed the animals.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I know but I like to and you need the help. You can’t afford any more help.”

“Listen Matt, we need to talk,” John said sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come and sit next to me.”

“Dad, I know what you are going to ask. I want to stay with you, I don’t want to leave the farm. I love Mummy but I don’t want to leave the farm.”

“How did you know what I was going to ask?”

“Shaun at school went through the same thing when his parents split up. He had to choose.”

“Are you sure, because you have to be sure, sport?”

“I am sure, though Mark and Henry will be better off with Mummy.”

“No, if you’re not going, they aren’t either.”

“Dad, can’t you and Mummy work things out. Why do you have to split up?”

“It’s a long story mate and I have fucked up big time. I don’t think there is any going back, but I will try and sort things out.”

“You need to prepare yourself that she isn’t going to come back,” John said with tears in his eyes. “You know, if you change your mind, don’t be scared to say. I won’t get angry all I want is what’s best for you guys. Your mum is coming over this morning at eight, with Doctor Moody,” said John, as he put his hand onto Matthew’s shoulder and gave it a rub and pat. Then, he left the room and went down stairs.

***

A metallic silver Mercedes pulled up in front of the farmhouse; Faith and Mitch get out of the car, the front door opened and all three boys came running out of the house calling, “Mummy, Mummy.” Faith’s heart sprung back into life as the boys wrapped their arms around her, with lots of kisses, hugs, laughter and tears. Mark and Henry grabbed her by the hand and took her into the house. Hesitantly and full of fear, she entered the house and into the kitchen where John sat at the table. “Hi,” she said, with her heart entering her throat.

“Hello,” John said, standing there in a daze wanting the world to swallow him up, looking her up and down from head to toe. Feeling, knowing, how much he had missed her even in such a short space of time and he was determined to win her back, not just for him but for their boys.

“Hello, Doctor Moody.”

“Hello Matthew, how are you?”

“I am fine, under the circumstances. Are you not coming in?”

“No, this is something your mum has to sort out; I am here as moral support only.”

“Or if things get out of hand, you mean…”

“Something like that,” turning and placing his arms on top of the hood, staring up at the house.

“I will be staying here with Daddy. He asked me this morning what I wanted to