Chapter 4~
I’m still reeling from my encounter with “B” today. Her big, blue eyes, the way her cheeks and chest pinkened so beautifully, and the way she squirted all over my cock. Fuck, I’m getting hard again.
Shifting my pants a little, I turn towards the counter as I wait for our pepperoni rolls. That woman has me fucked up ten ways to Sunday. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed she didn’t want to talk outside of the app. For weeks, we’ve been chatting through the app. All of our kinks seem to line up beautifully and I know that Danny would love her. He’s so damn shy, though. Well, when it comes to women.
We’re both ready to have another woman between us, but he needs me to do the talking, the flirting, the wooing… he has no idea just how fucking amazing he is. He also falls hard and fast, so I need to make sure that whoever we bring in this time won’t shatter his heart into a million pieces and cause him to revert back into his darkness.
“Even?” My name comes out as ee-ven, but I just smile and nod. I’m used to it by now. Not many people in the States use the spelling like we do in Norway so I’m always telling people that it’s pronounced like Evan with an “a”.
The guy behind the counter passes me our two huge boxes filled with cheesy goodness and I open them to make sure they include the ranch cups. With a nod, I throw five bucks in the tip jar and head back out of the restaurant.
This little shopping area is packed, but I quickly make my way through the vehicles in the parking lot, using the button on the remote to start it. It rumbles to life, causing me to smirk. It’s not super loud, per se, but it does have a nice growl when it turns on.
Hopping up into the cab, I slide the boxes onto the passenger seat, then check my phone. I see Stu’s last message and am relieved nothing else has come through. Our last mission was a total clusterfuck and we could all use a little break.
Closing out of the messages app, I start to search for YouTube Music. But, the app next to it catches my attention. Images of “B” throughout the night filter through my mind. Her fear was palpable but she was absolutely soaked by the time I caught up to her. The thrill of the chase is always intoxicating. She didn’t give up easily, either. And I fucking loved it!
My cock stirs, yet again, as I think about how her pussy gripped me and milked me dry. My thumb hovers over the app as I consider sending her a message. Something in her calls out to me. I haven’t felt like this after a hookup before; even when we first met Dana. But “B”... I have this urge to protect her, hold her, be her everything.
I swallow hard as I realize how utterly stupid that sounds. Yes, we’ve had some great conversations. She’s sassy, she”s intelligent, she makes up stupid words instead of cursing, and she cums so beautifully; even with leaves and sticks digging into her body. Fuck it.
I open the app and fire off a message, hoping I don’t sound as desperate as I feel.
E:Hey. Wanted to make sure you got home ok. Tonight was amazing and I really do want to see you again. Anyways, let me know when you’re home. Or going to bed. Or whatever.
Closing out of the app, before I over-edit the message, I click over to my happy playlist and hit the shuffle button. The first chords of Dance, Dance by Fallout Boy ring through the cab of my truck, instantly putting a smile on my face. I don’t know what it is, but I have a gut feeling that something good is headed our way.
When I get to the house, I click the button on the garage door opener and slide my truck right into the massive garage space. I immediately see that Stu has taken his truck for the night since his and Danny’s bikes are still here.
With a shrug, I turn off the truck, hit the garage button, and grab the pizza boxes. I consider grabbing my tactile gear and bag but decide to wait until later. My little trip through the forest with a sexy woman has left me famished.
Once inside, I hang my keys up, set the boxes on the entry table, and quickly untie and slip off my boots. It’s then that I notice how quiet it is. Eerily so.
Stu almost always has music playing and Danny uses TV, music, podcasts... anything to drown out the silence. He says that it’s in the silence that the monsters in his head are the loudest. I know his childhood really fucked him up but we’ve worked really hard to try and prevent, or lessen, his triggers. And, silence is definitely one of them.
My steps quicken as the silence stretches out before me. “Danny!” I yell out, only partially nervous, for now. “I grabbed DD’s!”
Veering off to the left, I slip into the kitchen just long enough to plop the boxes onto the island. I don’t slow as I pass the island and head straight into the living room. With a quick scan, I see nothing is out of place; just the lone lamp in the corner by the entertainment center is on.
My feet move faster as I cross the living room and head down the dark hallway at the back of the house. I’m not sure what urges me to go this way, instead of upstairs to our room, but something is pulling me in this direction.
My heart races as flashbacks of Danny’s last episode rip through my mind. Blood, tears, pale… No. Just no.
Once I hit the playroom door, I swing it open and immediately spot Danny. The regular white lights are on, but nothing seems out of place. Except for Danny; who’s curled up on the California King four-poster bed. His breathing appears even but my eyes aggressively scan him as I rush forward. Reaching the end of the bed, I lean over and stick two fingers on his neck, desperately needing there to be a pulse. But, I don’t even get time to check. Danny bolts up with a scream and clocks me right in the jaw. Pain splinters out from the point of contact, but I pay no attention to it. Danny’s eyes are wild as he damn near falls backward off the other side.
Holding my hands up in a sign of surrender, I try to calm him, “Woah, there, Baby Boy. It’s just me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He’s panting and breathless, but eventually blinks a few times, allowing his gaze to focus on me. Once it does, he frowns in confusion before shaking his head quickly and reaching up to his ear. Pulling something out he gasps, “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me.”
I grin at him and can’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, Baby Boy. I just…” I trail off, feeling like an ass. Palming the back of my neck, I hear him chuff in surprise while looking at something in his hand. “I guess these little things do work. I fell right the hell to sleep. Hm.”
My brows pinch with confusion as I try to see what’s in his hand. Thankfully, he remembers I’m still in the room and slides across the silky sheets over to me. “I found an app that is supposed to help with sleep and it said it worked best with earbuds. I wanted to try it out while you were gone and, I mean, I guess it worked.” He looks back at me with a shy smile and shrug of his shoulder.
Then, it’s like a light bulb is clicked on: “Oh! How’d it go? I wanna hear everything!” He chatters excitedly. His brown curls flop around his head, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Ok, Baby Boy. But, let’s eat because I’m freaking starving!” He slides off the bed, palms the back of my neck, and pulls me in for a kiss. His scent envelopes me and the scratch of his blunt nails digging into my neck causes my jaw to tingle; and my dick.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss with a grunt and narrow my eyes at him. His mischievous grin brightens his maple-brown eyes, letting me know he is very aware of what he did.
“Let’s eat!” He exclaims before bounding out of the playroom, leaving me to re-adjust the tent in my pants. Oh, he’s in so much trouble.