Page 25 of Affliction
“See you tomorrow, Lizzy. Have a good night.” Preston gives me one last sideways smile before he walks off to the student parking lot, twirling his keys on his finger.
Running over to the car, George meets me at the door, opening it for me to step inside.
“Who was that boy?” My uncle asks, his tone firm and shoulders tense.Very Dad-like, Uncle Nick. Good job.The thought makes me smile.
“His name is Preston. I kinda walked into a locker and he helped me up then walked with me outside.”
His shoulders relax and he releases a breath I didn’t realize he was holding. “Well that was nice of him.”
“It was.” I say and blush again.
“Lizzy, I can see you were affected by that boy and I saw the way he was looking at you. Just be careful here Princess. Take some time to make some friends before you go worrying about some boy.”
“I’m not worried about him, Uncle Nick. I promise. He was just being nice.” I reply and George, who has been watching our exchange with hardened eyes in the rearview, puts the car in drive before pulling away from the curb. I place my head against the window and stare out at the sea of students making their way into their cars. Uncle Nick’s hand squeezes my shoulder before he goes to make a phone call.
As we pass the student lot, I see Preston standing with a group of guys. He’s laughing with them and looks up as we pass by. When he sees the car, he smiles, as if he can see me through the tinted windows. And the butterflies continue their chaotic flapping inside my stomach.
Chapter fourteen
I’ve learned a lottonight. Parker is most definitely hiding something. That much I’m sure of. I didn’t find a lot but between the bogus background check and the letter in the safe, it’s a starting point. It will just take time to figure out.
The walk back to my truck is excruciating. The last thing I want to do is leave Parker. I want to get her back underneath me and wrap my fingers around her slender neck while I sink my cock inside of her. The image of her rocking greedily against my fingers while she chased her orgasm is taunting me. The way her pulse thrummed under my fingers as I squeezed her little throat. She was incredible.
I unlock the truck and climb inside. Leaning my head back on the headrest, I attempt to get my breathing back to normal and blow out a harsh breath. Closing my eyes to try to regain my composure, I’m immediately hit with the image of her. Her eyes wide with recognition and how she relaxed in my hold, even with my hands on her throat and mouth. Her breathing picking up and her stifled moan when I ripped her panties off of her.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out her panties and rub the lace between my fingers then set them in the space under my radio. They’re stilldamp and it does nothing to calm my raging hard on. Leaning back once more I’m unable to fight it any longer, I reach for the top of my jeans to undo my belt and zipper. Lifting off the seat, I shimmy my jeans and boxers down my thighs just enough to let my cock spring free.
Wrapping my hand around the base, I squeeze and groan at the sensation. Precum glistens on the swollen tip and I smear it with my thumb over the swollen head. I begin pumping my fist and close my eyes.
She runs through the woods at lightning speed and my heart picks up speed, and it isn’t due to the running. I let her get far enough ahead of me to make her think she stands a chance at getting away from me, but once I decide I’ve had enough of this game, I pick up speed and quickly wrap an arm around her waist and take her down. I pin her beneath me and slam her wrists into the ground and she whimpers, the sweet sound making me feral with need. My fingers slide inside her tight pussy and she inhales sharply.
“Give it to me. Now.”
She comes on command and I nearly lose the battle with the monster rattling at the cage inside of me. He’s begging me to let him out, to let him claim her.
I quickly reach forward grabbing Parker’s panties and pump a few more times before I come inside of them. My breathing is heavy and sweat beads on my eyebrows and temples. I push the ignition button to turn on the truck and roll the windows down. A gust of wind rushes into the cabin and the crisp early morning air slaps me in the face, helping me to calm down.
After pulling on my jeans and cleaning up the mess left over on my hand, I mull over what it is I want to do now. I could go home, take a shower and get some rest. Or, I could stick around and watch her a little more. She was so exhausted I thought she had passed out in the bathtub. Which is why I demanded to sit in there with her until she was done. I’m positive she’sfinally getting the rest she needs, so me hanging out might not even register to her. She’s perceptive and extremely intuitive, but in her current state of exhaustion I doubt she’d catch on that someone was watching. Each time I’m here, I can see the shift in her body language. She can sense me, but she’s never been able to catch me—until tonight and that was due to my own lack of awareness.
Once again, I must be fucking crazy because I decide I’m not leaving. I’ve gotten a small taste of what it’s like to consume her.I need more. I let her win earlier, telling me to leave, but I never said I’d stay gone. She’s not going to be able to get rid of me now. Not that she would have been able to before, but tonight's events just sped up what was inevitable. Parker will be mine.
Six hours later and I’m sitting in the chair in the corner of the room watching as Parker now sleeps restlessly. I watched through the doors for a while and when I was confident my presence didn’t register to her, I unlocked the door and made myself at home.
Her back is facing me and for most of the morning she has slept soundly. Although, soundly might not be the right word. Slept like the dead might be a more accurate term. She stayed in the same spot that I’m sure she fell asleep in, her breathing was even and every now and then she would softly sigh. Now, however, she’s beginning to kick her legs and thrash her head back and forth against the pillow. My brows furrow and I lean closer as she starts to mumble, but I’m unable to make out what she’s saying. A light sweat breaks out across her forehead, and it’s fucking killing me not being able to stop whatever it is that’s robbing her of sleep.
Her tossing and turning stops as she settles and her breathing slows back to normal. But it doesn’t last long. Suddenly, she sits up in a flash and turns in my direction, pointing her Ruger straight at my chest. I arch an eyebrow and a smirk pulls at my lips. I didn’t even notice she pulled the gun out of its normal place.Impressive.
“Good morning to you too, Sweetheart.” I say slowly. Her eyes fill with rage, her chest rising and falling with her harsh breathing. She stands from the bed, then begins walking toward me; each step slow and calculated.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?” Her voice is low and the words are laced with venom, her stare never wavering as she gets closer.
“Did you really think a couple of locks would keep me away from you?”
Her feet stop between mine and I raise my head to meet her glare, the gun still pointed at my chest.
“Why are you in my house?”
“To see you.” I say very matter of factly.
