11. Kiernan
KIERNAN
Icouldn’t get over the fact that this was my life now. That Indie was here, and real, and willing to let me have all the little pieces of her I’d been dreaming about and fucking myself to the images of over the last year now.
It used to make me feel pathetic: that I was so obsessed with someone I’d probably never see again. But now it all felt… warranted.
Like everything between then and now had been leading us back to one another. Like every part of the universe conspired to make this happen, and my thoughts manifested her over time.
It was funny to me that she’d worked here all this time. That Sammy had mentioned her on so many occasions and I hadn’t known or realized it was her.
He’d loved her. Adored her.
Now it was my turn. Except… more pervy.
“You’re glowing, Kiernan.” Amelia’s words stopped me in my tracks as I walked into work. I had been fully prepared to nod a hello—per usual—on my way to the office.
I made a show of holding my hand up in front of my face and inspecting it for luminescence. “Hmm. I don’t see it, but I’ll place an order for a new lead apron. Could be that my old one needs to be replaced.”
Amelia rolled her eyes, unappreciative of my lame attempt at making a joke. “You know what I meant. And it wasn’t that.”
I just smirked—huffing a laugh—then chose to be honest. “I feel like I’m glowing, Mills.”
A smile split her face and I made my way into the office, waving as I walked away.
It was true. Indie made me feel light and airy. Like I could breathe deeper.
Our relationship was far from ever interfering with either of our day-to-day work lives, physically speaking at least, because it was very rare that we saw one another during work hours.
Which was a damn shame.
I plopped down in the chair behind my desk, pulling out my phone to text and make sure she’d made it to the crematorium okay this morning.
Last night had been one of the rare nights she spent at her apartment and not in my bed since she’d given in to the inevitable.
I slept like shit, but it was probably for the best that we each maintained some semblance of a personal life outside our relationship.
Healthy. Or something.
Kiernan
Morning, sunshine.
Three bouncing dots appeared at the bottom of the screen.
She replied with a selfie of her eating breakfast in her car. A fucking fruit roll-up was hanging from the corner of her big toothy grin, and she was holding an iced coffee in her other hand—one that I knew had enough caffeine inside to send me into cardiac arrest. I still wasn’t sure how her small body metabolized it all so well.
Indie
Breakfast of champions.
God, she made me grin like a fucking fool.
Kiernan
Jealous.
Indie
Of my fruit roll-up?
Kiernan
Obviously.
Indie
I’ll bring you one on my lunch.
Kiernan
I meant because it’s in your mouth.
Indie
… oh.
Kiernan
You can bring me that mouth.
Kiernan
And a fruit roll-up.
Indie
Are you suggesting that I wrap my breakfast around your cock, Kiernan?
I couldn’t put into words how much I loved that we were always on the same wavelength.
Kiernan
No, but now that you mention it…
Indie
Sorry. Can’t.
I started to type something about what a brat she was when another text came through.
Indie
I would need a fruit by the foot for that.
I full-on belly laughed.
My phone buzzed again, this time with an incoming video call.
I answered without hesitating, more excited than I would admit to myself at the prospect of hearing her voice.
Her face popped up on the screen and I couldn’t contain my smile. She was so beautiful. Her blonde-white hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, exposing the length of her neck.
I wanted to sink my teeth into her.
“I just wanted to see your face before I get to work,” she said, closing the back door of the crematorium and locking it.
She walked toward her office and plopped down in the chair behind her desk.
“I’m glad you did because I wanted to see yours too.”
She set her phone on the desk, leaning it against what I assumed was her computer screen so that her hands were free.
“I was considering offering to let you see more than my face, but I’m not sure how my boss would react if he found out I was having video sex with my boyfriend on the clock.”
Her words sent a rush of blood straight to my cock, causing it to strain painfully against my zipper. I readjusted myself, my eyes darting to my office door. Had I locked it? I couldn’t tell from this far away, and I couldn’t peel myself away from my phone screen for long enough to check.
Amelia knew better at this point to enter without knocking, and she rarely came into my office to begin with.
“I have a feeling your boss will be just fine. I doubt he would even reprimand you if he found out. I heard he fucked his girlfriend on his desk a few days ago.”
“Did he?” She feigned shock, running her hands along her rib cage until she palmed her breasts.
She curled her fingers under the fabric of her v-neck, pulling the stretchy material down until her breasts were exposed, the rush of air pebbling her rosy nipples.
My mouth watered at the sight.
“First no panties, now no bra?” I raised an eyebrow at her. Had she planned this?
“Comfort is key,” she said, running her hands over her nipples.
“I like your idea of comfort.” I worked my cock through my pants. Slow. Rough. I was seconds away from saying fuck this work day and driving over to christen her office in the way we had mine.
Perhaps she had been onto something when she said forming a relationship with me could impact her job. It sure as fuck impacted mine. Half the time I couldn’t fucking think about anything but her. I was addicted. Not just to her body and the amazing sex we had, but to her.
She made me happier than I could ever remember being before she came into my life. It was like all the things that had plagued me in the past were less incessant in my mind because I didn’t have room left in my brain for much of anything that didn’t involve Indie.
“Too bad you aren’t wearing a skirt,” I noted.
“Yes.” She stood, peeling her leggings down her thighs. “Too bad.”
She tossed them to the side and sat back down. This time she pulled her feet into the seat with her, sitting in such a way that I had the perfect view of every exposed part of her.
I unbuttoned my pants, no longer able to help myself. Cock in hand, I said, “Show me how you fuck yourself when I’m not there, Indie.”
“You mean show you what I’ve done every night for the last year up until you showed your face in my life again?”
My heart stuttered at that. She hadn’t been with anyone else either?
She smiled, probably at the shocked look I gave her.
I stroked myself and watched as her face transformed again. God, I wanted to touch her. To kiss her. I angled my phone so she could better see. “Yes. And I’ll show you the same.”
I wanted her to know that she was it for me. That she’d been it for me even when I thought I’d never see her again.
I couldn’t look at anyone else—hadn’t considered it. Celibacy was not for the weak, I’d found in years past. But knowing she was out there somewhere, just existing… it was one of the easiest things I’d ever done.
I’d asked myself so many times—why? Because it didn’t make sense—probably made me certifiable that I was so obsessive about someone I had barely spent ten minutes with.
I had the answer to that now. We were inevitable.
I was somewhat relieved to know she was just as fucking nuts.
Possessiveness curled around my spine and weaved its way around my ribcage.
She was mine.
So very mine.
Her fingers swirled around her clit before dipping inside her. I watched, enraptured, and she fucked herself. Her head fell back, eyes closed and she ground her pussy against her palm.
“Open your eyes, Indie. I want you to watch the way I come apart for you.” My breaths were ragged. I was desperate to drag this out. To watch her like this for hours.
Her eyes connected with mine through the screen, her lips parted in the same rapture I felt under her gaze.
“Fuck, I need—” Her words cut off.
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
Pornographic sounds filtered through both our screens, her sweet little noises really doing it for me.
Words seemed to escape her. I knew the feeling.
“You’re doing such a good job, Indie.”
She quivered, and I knew she was close. I jerked myself faster, needing to come with her.
“Come for me, beautiful.”
We shattered together. She was shaky and gorgeous as my cum soaked my hand and pants.
We sat in silence for a moment as our breathing regulated in sync.
Not something I ever thought I would do at work on a Tuesday morning—both of us nearly sharing space with the corpses one room over—but we had a lot of lost time to make up for and I felt no shame or guilt about it. I loved seeing her like this. Loved everything about her.
She tugged her shirt back into place and picked her discarded leggings up from the floor. “Should we start every work day like this?”
“Not the worst idea,” I said thoughtfully. “Though, I would much rather have you in person.”
“Also an option,” she noted, pulling her pants back on. “A damn good one.”
I righted my own pants and took a sip of my coffee.
“I wanted to make a ‘I think I hear my boss coming’ joke, but I thought it would probably ruin the mood.”
I laughed. Hard. “I find it hard to believe you had the wherewithal to think anything during that particular moment.”
“You’re right. I only just thought of it now.”
“I’m picking you up for lunch,” I told her. “Expect me around noon.”
We said our respective goodbyes and I looked down at the mess I’d made of my pants.
And then looked at the coffee I held in my hand. It was lukewarm at best at this point.
I guessed I was going to have to change before I could start my day, and I would have to walk by Amelia on my way to the living quarters.
I steeled myself and dumped the coffee on my crotch.
The things we do for love.