The House By The River: A Paranormal Horror Novel

Chapter 6

Emmy woke up earlier than usual. She had already finished taking a shower and changing the sheets when the alarm on her phone went off. She had it at five thirty on weekdays and seven on weekends. She didn’t mind. She felt fully refreshed and ready to face the day.

I wonder if…

She blushed then shrugged. Emmy felt giddier than a teenager about to go on her first date. The treatment she got the night before brought out many things from her. All of them lewd. She silently chided herself as she folded the soaked sheets. She chided herself for feeling lustful while, on the other hand, she lusted. She was brought up as a catholic, she knew she’d be spared from damnation. She was married, it wasn’t lust if one was married. A perfectly convenient loophole. Not that she considered herself a practicing Christian. Still, it was nice to find a loophole. It spared her from all the latent guilt tripping she sometimes still found herself in.

Once she was finished at their bedroom, Emmy headed downstairs to prepare breakfast. She felt slightly sore and her hips felt a bit strained. A silly smile spread across her face as she went down the stairs, remembering the pounding she took the night before. She paused by the counter, reminiscing everything that happened the previous night. When she realized how long it had been since she was left feeling this way, she shook her head. Emmy started gathering ingredients when she caught herself feeling hot from all the images her mind conjured.

The royal treatment, she thought, then chuckled.

No one stirred in the house yet although the sun was up. Emmy was glad they moved into the house this time of the year. School was out and registration was not until the twenty-ninth, a little over three weeks ahead. They all had time to get comfortable and acquaint themselves with the house and the environs. The lot was big enough that the children could run to one side and run out of breath before they reached the borders of their property. Not that they would. Gina seemed more and more interested in being alone and Jean, Jean got tired and bored easily, especially if she had no one to bother.

As the house was new, the faint smell of paint and wood was noticeable in all corners of the house, even more so in the morning. She found it fascinating how easy it was to get desensitized to lingering smells. She took a deep inhale with her eyes closed. She took in the sounds of the birds nearby, no doubt perched on the trees that walled the house. She could also make out the faint sound of water from the river some ways off.

Goodness! She thought.

She spied Matt from the corner of her eye as she went to get more ingredients from the fridge. He was at the couch, head resting, mouth agape, and asleep. Emmy decided to go to him and first, and stood behind the backrest of the couch, watching him, where her husband slouched. She chuckled as she saw Matt’s raised chin, the back of his head resting on the backrest, and his mouth wide open. He looked like all the life had been sucked out of him.

Sucked. Ha! Emmy thought, shaking her head, once again feeling dirty with the thoughts she harbored.

“Hmmm, morning babe,” she said as she bent forward and hugged her husband’s neck, kissing him on the side of the head.

“Uhhh, hi,” he replied, still disoriented, “What uh… time is it?”

“Still early,” said Emmy, showering Matt’s cheeks with kisses, “I enjoyed what you did last night.”

“Yeah? Tell me how I did, on a scale of uh… nine to ten.”

“Eight.” She answered.

“Nine point eight?”

“Shut up,” she answered, slapping him lightly, “I enjoyed it. That’s what’s important.”

Matt raised his eyebrows sleepily, a mischievous smile spreading on his face.

“Well, if you enjoyed it that much… and it’s still early…” he let his statement hang, looking around to emphasize his point.

“That would be nice,” Emmy responded, whispering in his ear. She bent over and reached towards his pants. She snuck a hand under it and rubbed him playfully. “But the children are going to be up in a bit.”

“We can do it quick,” he answered, throwing his hands over his head to embrace his wife’s neck, “Hell, we can do it here! Quietly too!”

“Oh, stop it,” she said as she removed her hand from his pants then slapping him on the chest, “We can have that later. If there’s anything I like about last night, it’s that you took your time. Now go up there, take a shower, wash the smell of… lust off you, and breakfast should be done by the time you get back down.”

“Come on love, we still have the morning to ourselves,” said Matt, hands reaching farther back trying to cup a feel.

“Go!” she squealed as she tried to wriggle away from his grasp, “And don’t you think of coming back down if you haven’t showered yet.”

Emmy grabbed the empty cans of beer from the coffee table and quickly headed for the kitchen, Matt’s grumbling following her all the way. She knew how her husband was, always horny. When it was just the two of them, she didn’t mind. Not a day together would go by without them grabbing at each other. With children, certain predilections had to be kept in check.

Emmy quickly turned after disposing of the empty cans and grabbed a frying pan. She proceeded to lay out all the ingredients within reach. Checking on Matt, she saw him eagerly humping the armrest of the couch with ridiculous and changing expressions being painted on his face.

“Mathew Lennox Millar!” She pretended to admonish him, pointing up with a knife, “You are revolting! Haul your butt there and get clean. Now!”

Matt put on an unhappy expression and rubbed his open fists against his eyes as he headed for the stairs. Emmy shook her head, silently laughing at her spouse’s antics and proceeded to cook.

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Matt headed directly for their bathroom. Despite his antics, he was still feeling a little sleepy and briefly debated whether he’d like to crash on the bed and risk Emmy’s anger or just jolt himself awake with a cold shower. He caught a glimpse of the light outside their bedroom window and concluded that it was indeed, still early. Around seven in the morning, he estimated.

Had it been the usual days, this would have been a reason for him to hurry up. Changes on the job, however, with repairs and outfitting of new tech on the company’s trucks still in progress, he was left with a six week break.

It was supposed to be just for two weeks. With the move coming up, Matt requested for more time. Another lucky break. It would not have been easy to get a break that long, but with all the changes happening at the company, the request was granted outright.

What will it change though? He wondered as he stepped into the shower.

The news about outfitting trucks with not only GPS trackers but with another module that reported location and duration in each location plus the number of times the doors were opened, divided his fellow trucker’s opinions. Some voiced concerns about being micromanaged while on the road, some about pay being deducted for taking longer breaks at certain locations, a small number expressed their outright dislike over their radios, and some didn’t care for it. Matt was one of the latter. And so he wondered.

Matt stood under the shower, just thinking. The chilly water jolted him in the beginning, but his body soon acclimated to it. He concluded his ruminations with a thankful note. If it weren’t for all those changes, he would not have had the chance to spend a longer time with his girls.

Matt stared at the tiles on the floor. The tiles still felt cold to the soles of his feet. It was one of the few, non-wood components used around the house. He marveled at its ability to hold cold for long, especially that the water washing over his skin was undoubtedly warmer. Matt yawned. He still felt sleepy. And needed to pee. He held his penis and peed on tiled floor, a gesture that would have earned the wrath of his wife had she seen it.

Matt’s brows furrowed as he noticed something. As his hand grabbed his limp member, he felt a light tenderness on the skin. It was in several areas but was mostly concentrated on the glans. Curious, he looked down. Matt saw the remains of a few, streaks of reddish-brown color on the sides and base of his cock that has not been washed out yet. As he turned the shower on to a more aggressive setting, he wondered just how intense their coupling was. Smiling and humming out a melody, Matt continued to shower. In his mind, a perfect day had just begun.