22. Derek
After pressing the four digits marking the date Chloe and Hallman got engaged into the smart lock on the door, I slip in and lock it behind myself. It’s just past one o’clock in the morning and the house is dark and quiet.
I’ve seen them enough times in the past week that I know what these shadows on her nightstand represent. Hand cream. Kleenex. Tablet. Charging station. A small dish for jewelry that currently holds a pair of hoop earrings, a bracelet, and two earring backs.
It’s fascinating to be here, in this space that I’ve been watching. Now I know what it smells like, and that’s a craving I had while I watched. To know the scents of this space. To feel the textures with my fingers. I run my hand along the wall and my finger hovers over the hall light switch. I smell Chloe’s perfume. And something foreign. Something that does not fucking belong. A primal urge coasts over me, the urge to mark with my own scent. Erasing his. Blanketing her.
I touch the light switch outside her door and leave the bedroom door open wide.
The hall light doesn’t disturb her, and it provides me with a great view of her sound asleep in the middle of the bed, one shapely leg outside the blanket, bent. Waiting for my touch.
Before giving in to that urge, I look at the drawer on the table at her usual side of the bed as it’s halfway open. I reach in and immediately find the piece of paper I suspected was still here. Not because I’ve seen surveillance of it, because of that first conversation I overheard where she told the blonde that the hall pass is in the bedside table drawer with her vibrator. I hold it out toward the light coming in from the hall and seeing it’s what I wanted, I slip it into my jacket pocket.
Again, I look down at her slumbering form. Her angelic face. Her dark hair fanned out across the white pillow. Her chest rises and falls steadily.
I touch her face.
“I’m going to give you everything,” I vow.
She doesn’t stir.
Emotion swells up big in my chest. Each time it happens, it strikes me as odd, but it’s happening more frequently, emotions welling up in me. For her.
I sift my hand through her silky hair. My girl is a deep sleeper.
I run a fingertip across her bottom lip. Still no stirring.
My cock twitches and then it drips, knowing what’s about to wrap around it. Chloe’s tight heat. So fucking tight and beautiful in there. Fuck, I could live there.
I grab my aching erection and squeeze it.
After a long moment, my eyes adjusting well to the dimness, I kick my shoes off, undress, and get into bed beside her. She immediately rolls into me, cocks her knee over me and moans in her sleep as her hand skates up my torso and stops over my heart.
She’s wearing the oversized T-shirt that I saw her wearing earlier on my screen, but it’s ridden up to mid-thigh and rises higher as my hand glides up underneath the soft cotton to caress her hip. No panty line. Goosebumps rise on my beautiful girl’s skin as my fingers slip between her naked ass cheeks and slide through her silkiness. Wet already? I get to my knees and throw one over her to straddle her body as I move her to her back. My knee presses against something hard. After digging into the bedding to find it, I lift it and inspect it. Is this what I think it is? I lean to the side and twist the switch for the bedside lamp. A rabbit vibrator.
“Ah. Little bunny,” I say and laugh low.
This sleeping girl makes me smile. She makes me laugh. She makes me feel things other than irritation or anger. I’m going to give her everything. And maybe one day I’ll know by how she looks at me that I’ve made her happy.
Setting the vibrator beside her, I line up as I move her legs further apart then slam straight inside.
Her back arches as she hoarsely mumbles, “Derek.”
This surprises me; she’s still asleep. This hot body knows it’s mine already.
And fuck, is it satisfying.
I balance on one elbow as I rock into her while caressing her face.
“Dreaming about me, bunny?”
She arches sleepily, “Mm hm.”
I pull out and wait. How can she sleep through this?
“Gonna make it a good dream, okay?”
“Mm hm.” She rubs her nose and slaps her chin before her arm flops.
“You use this because I didn’t fuck you yesterday, Chloe?” I grab the vibrator and fiddle with it until I figure out the bottom is a dial to turn it on. I crank it to max and then press it between us so it’s against her clit.
I fuck into this girl loving that asleep, she called out my name. My name, not his. I want to roar in triumph. I’m fucking her in his bed, and this is the first and last time I’ll fuck her here. It’s not easy to wait, to stop myself from making her mine now. I can barely fucking wait. But waiting is better. I want her choosing me. I want her to come to me voluntarily.
Now I’ve got a better idea, so I hold the shaft of the toy against my cock while pushing into her, stuffing her with both me and the vibrator. I increase my pace, fucking her into the mattress at a steady pace as she whimpers, clasping my shoulders. The rabbit ears are against her clit, and she’s got both me and the vibrator inside her body and fuck is it tight.
“It’s a good dream, isn’t it, Chloe?” I ask with my lips against her throat as I absorb the sensations.
She’s crying out, body shuddering, so I lift my head and see her eyes are open, and she knows what’s going on.
She’s disoriented, looking at me like she’s not sure if she’s dreaming or not.
My lips crash into hers and I sweep my tongue between her sweet lips as I groan, then murmur against her skin, “You feel so damn good, Chloe. How do you like being my little double-stuffed Oreo?”
Pressing the vibe against her clit, I continue to slam forward until I shatter, coming with a handful of her hair in my fist while feeling her body get wracked by her orgasm.
She’s breathless when I roll off her, taking the vibrator with me. She immediately knifes upright and scrambles to her knees on the bed.
“You… you… omigod, Derek!” The vibrator hits the rug. It’s still on.
“Mm. Come here,” I say and tug her hand, so she loses her balance and falls onto me.
I take her mouth with mine despite that she’s trying to pull away. She fights me, trying to detach me, but I tighten my grip and keep kissing her.
Chloe fights harder, crying out, “How dare you!” So I wrestle her to her back and pin her with my hips as I hold her hands over her head.
“Settle down.”
“You… you… this is my home. This is my bed!”
“Missed you,” I tell her. “Couldn’t wait another minute to be inside you.” I kiss her nose.
“Get off me.”
“Soon as I got my hands on you, sound asleep… you were wet and whimpering for me.”
“Off! Off!”
“No. No, baby, I call the shots here,” I tell her.
“You’re such a fucking bastard.”
“Maybe,” I shrug. “But you loved every second.”
“I was unconscious! That was rape!”
“Naw. You called out my name. Lying here showing me your sexy legs. Your cute little rabbit vibrator beside you. Seemed like an invitation to me.”
“Bullshit.”
“You want, I can send you the recording,” I offer and twirl a lock of her soft hair.
“What?” she whispers, going completely still.
“You heard me with those bunny ears. You know you did.”
Her body is stiff, rigid.
“I climbed in with you and as soon as I touched you, you were calling my name. Wrapping your legs around me and clutching my back. Clutching my cock with your tight, wet hole. That wasn’t rape.”
“I took a sleeping pill. I was in a deep sleep. I didn’t know who you were.”
“Oh, you call him Derek? You wrap your legs around him as soon as he gets in with you here? Not what I heard, nor what I’ve seen with my own eyes.”
“I hate you,” she spits.
“Probably,” I mutter and kiss her again. “But I ticked another box on your sexy bucket list, didn’t I? The intruder in the middle of the night fantasy? I think you wrote the entry… two years or so ago. Got any double-stuffed entries? I haven’t read the whole thing yet.”
“Get off!” she shouts.
“I’ll get off, but baby, calm down.”
“I fucking hate you!” she shouts. “Get the fuck off of me!”
As I’m rolling off her, she slaps me across the face. So hard, my head turns.
I freeze.
So does she, staring at me, looking stunned at what she’s done.
The vibrator on the floor halts, as if scared silent.
I absorb the feel of the sting on my face and take a deep breath through my nose, then let it out through gritted teeth.
I flex my fingers and stare down at my right hand for a minute as I haul in another big breath and slowly blow it out.
There’s eerie silence and either she’s shocked she hit me, she’s terrified of what I’ll do in retaliation, or perhaps both.