Chapter 8
Porter
My feet pounded a rhythmic tune on the treadmill. I didn’t normally like running indoors, but I’d wanted to just put on some headphones and hightail it today, so here I was.
With my mind whirring, I kept running, like I was running away from the confusion.
But that wasn’t possible, or I would’ve done it when my dad took off.
What the hell had that been yesterday with Kaylee?
She’d been in the ice cream parlor when Jace and I had stopped in to get the ice cream cake for dinner with Briana’s family.
I hadn’t mentioned it to Jace. Maybe I should’ve. It wouldn’t have hurt to talk it out. It might’ve kept me from feeling like I didn’t even know myself. But I’d said it was nothing when he asked, because I didn’t know what it was myself. Not yet.
After watching her videos, and knowing she was more than just trying to make money with her body, seeing Kaylee had affected me. Her elegance shone through more than it had before. When I’d met her, every time before, her stunning beauty had been dwarfed by her enormous attitude.
I liked a woman with spirit, and Kaylee certainly had it in spades. Maybe I’d caught her at bad times to have her so argumentative before. She’d been all doe-eyed and pleasant at the ice cream shop.
The pull toward her was slight but undeniable. Barely there but still magnetic. As I jogged, I pulled up my sleeve to check my inner arm, and sure enough, my clan’s emblem wasn’t there.
There was no burning sensation or slight appearance of it at all. Whatever I was feeling for Kaylee, it wasn’t a mating, at least not yet. Who was to say what it could turn into, though?
Now we knew dragons could mate with humans, at least in Bluewater, and history had now proven two dragons in the clan had fated mates who were human.
But no one had chosen a human mate just yet and I didn’t know the process of what would happen if I did choose one.
Not that I was even remotely choosing Kaylee.
She just wasn’t in the least bit suited for me.
Still, the mixed-up, topsy-turvy feelings I’d had for her made me think.
What if I did find a woman that made me think about a chosen mating?
It didn’t matter. I wasn’t in a place to take a mate, Kaylee or otherwise, so I pushed it aside and finished my workout.
I was starting at the office tomorrow and wanted to get a head start on the case they’d sent over since I’d managed to get all my paperwork squared away to legally practice law in Maine.
I decided to hit the showers before I went home and take advantage of their water pressure.
After my relaxing shower, as I walked out of the back part of the locker rooms, a familiar voice made me tense up all over again.
But it was distorted. What in the world?
Was she in the changing area? No, it couldn’t have been her in here, the sound was tinny and…
sounded small, if a voice could sound small. It was definitely her though.
It was my advanced hearing. Kaylee wasn’t actually here.
Someone was listening to her through headphones.
I walked quietly around a row of lockers, looking for the source, to find a kid, barely old enough to be watching porn.
The boy was probably sixteen, maybe seventeen, and he sat with his back against the lockers, and his phone was turned so I mostly couldn’t see the screen, but I heard the words clearly.
Kaylee sounded like a sexy teacher. “And if you curl your fingers with them inside her, here, you’ll hit her G-spot every time. Your woman will never stray if you’re giving her G-spot orgasms followed by a few hard sucks on her clit.”
Her voice floated through the air toward me, hitting me in the chest. She was giving a lesson on how to pleasure women.
I hadn’t seen this video, but by the sound of it, I wanted to, and soon.
Slipping a little closer, I tried to peer over the kid’s shoulder to see the phone screen, but at this angle, all I could catch was a few glimpses of red.
Didn’t stop her voice though. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to pop a boner right there in the gym.
This poor kid was glued to the screen. If I’d been human, I wouldn’t have been able to tell what he was watching though, so he must’ve been hiding in here, watching away from his parents.
Little perv. He should’ve done this shit in the privacy of his bathroom like the rest of us.
Hell, I hadn’t even had a phone at his age.
I’d had to swipe my dad’s old Hustler magazines like a respectable teenage boy.
“Now, if you fuck at this angle, the head of your dick will hit her G-spot every time you thrust.”
I groaned and wanted to slap the phone out of the teen’s hands. He shouldn’t have been watching this shit at the gym, anyway. At least the video wasn’t a full-on self-indulgence session.
When I began to smell the kid’s arousal, I slammed myself into the lockers, then tried not to laugh as he jumped and whirled around, stuffing his phone into his pocket, and looking like he’d just been caught watching porn.
‘Cause he had been, technically.
The last thing I wanted to smell at the gym was a snot-nosed teenager’s arousal as he looked at videos of the woman I wanted to date.
Well, at least now I could be sure I was interested in Kaylee.
Shit. I glared at him and walked around to grab the rest of my things out of my locker before heading out.
As soon as I was past, the kid snatched his bag up and took off out of the locker room.
Of course, as I left the gym, the video played on a loop in my head. The sound of her voice, sweet and sultry at the same time. I couldn’t stop flashes of all the videos I’d watched the day before from marching quick step through my mind as I walked toward my apartment.
I’d walked to the gym since it was just a few blocks to my small apartment. For a Sunday, there were a lot of people milling around town.
The video was still on loop when I spotted Kaylee walking out of the bank a few seconds later, looking furious.
How could someone be so pretty while so angry? But I pushed that away. I didn’t want to think about her at all, whether angry or turned on and having an orgasm like in her videos. Damn it.
I just wanted to get to my house and not deal with any of this. I had a case to prepare for.
But that wasn’t how life worked. She saw me from across the street and stopped short as if shocked to see me. Her shock quickly turned to a glare as she stared at me. Someone walking behind her nearly slammed into her back in the middle of the quaint, small-town street.
Barely looking to see if any cars were coming, Kaylee marched across the street toward me. I braced for impact because she looked furious.
“Retract your bid!” she yelled.
“On the house?” I asked in confusion. Was she still going on about that?
“No, on the whale we’re both trying to buy.” She threw her arms up in frustration. “Of course, on the house!”
“Kaylee, that’s the house I want. I haven’t found another I liked anywhere near as much, and I did try.
I’m not retracting my offer, and in fact, I’m prepared to up it.
” I didn’t want to be a dick, I knew she wanted it as well, but I didn’t owe her anything.
She was a virtual stranger and a hateful one at that.
“Find another house,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Why don’t you?” I asked. “I’m being perfectly reasonable, Kaylee. If you want the house, put in a bigger bid. I’m sorry.”
“I want that house, and all I need is one more weekend to have enough. I’m going to get that house.” She turned to leave, but I just had to have the last word.
“Why don’t you look for something in your price range, or ask your grandfather to help?” My voice could’ve been kinder, but shit. She was being totally unreasonable asking me to withdraw my bid.
She stiffened and clenched her fists at her hips as she slowly turned back to me.
“I’ve never borrowed money from anyone. I’d never take advantage of my grandfather that way.
And I can afford that house. The stupid laws won’t let the bank consider my increased income to get the loan.
” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and jutted out her perfect chin.
“You’re a condescending prick and…” She sputtered.
“And I put a curse on your dick!” She cackled and pointed at my crotch as I recoiled out of instinct. “I hope it never gets hard again!”
A tingle spread across my skin, a literal tingle like I’d just touched a small electric current. I froze in shock and horror as she continued to call me names in a low, angry voice.
“Asshole!” Kaylee whirled again and walked away.
My whole body felt strange as I continued my walk home. I couldn’t even begin to describe what it was. Like an extra awareness. I tried to push it away and ignore it, and only when I dug into the case, a nasty custody dispute, was I able to push it aside.
Until I lay down to go to sleep. My phone mocked me, calling to me that I could just turn on Kaylee’s website and give myself another healthy orgasm.
Her instructional video started playing on a loop in my head again. She was a loudmouth, as proven today in the street, but it was such a pretty mouth.
I had to let it go. Forget about it.
But the next thing I knew, I had my phone in hand and I’d pulled up her website. I had to know what the video looked like to go along with the commentary I’d heard.
I found it and played, discovering the flash of red I’d seen was a Mrs. Claus-type outfit. She had a curved toy she used to demonstrate where the G-spot was. Arousal flowed through my skin and down to my dick. I was enraptured by her, and I hated myself for it.
But my dick didn’t respond. I kept watching, giving it time to wake up and put on a show, but even though I was majorly aroused, and even though I began to stroke, my dick didn’t move at all. Not even a twitch.
Alarm filled my stomach. I sat up and stroked in earnest, and though if I closed my eyes, I would’ve thought for sure, one hundred percent, my dick would be hard, it wasn’t.
I grabbed my phone again and scrolled to Jace’s number, then tapped it to send him a text. What’s the pack doctor’s number?
This was new and totally alarming. I’d never had trouble getting or keeping an erection in my life, not one time. I never got whiskey-dick. I wasn’t sensitive to hot water.
Nothing stopped this thing.
I settled down to sleep. I’d call the pack doctor first thing in the morning. Maybe I had a virus. That was possible, I thought. Maybe. Hopefully. Or an antibiotic would do it.
As I started to relax and drift off to sleep, Kaylee’s voice blared in my mind. “I hope it never gets hard again!”
I sat upright in bed, panting hard when I realized what had happened.
She’d really cursed me. Kaylee had cursed me. But how? She wasn’t a witch!
Maybe I didn’t need the pack doctor. Maybe I needed Sammy.
But she’d probably just tell me I deserved it.
Moaning, I lay back and tried not to think about how much I wanted to wring Kaylee’s neck.
It was going to be a long night.