Chapter 9
Nine
Nicolas
As the sky starts to grow dark, I walk outside, pretending to check on my garden while peering over across the way.
His car is still parked in front of his brother's house and the lights are all on inside.
One by one, they slowly turn off and minutes later a yellow lab shoots out the door.
Patrick follows right behind him, looking around as he holds a phone to his ear.
He seems to be in deep conversation with someone.
It's hard to make out his expression from where I am and I don't want to appear too obvious by moving closer.
Who is it? Bill collectors? His brother's doctor?
Another family member he has yet to mention?
Jealousy stirs in me when I think about him giving his number to one of his other subscribers. No one should get that privilege over me. No one should ever get more than what I do.
My chest heavily rises and falls. I take slow breaths trying to calm myself down as I tighten my fists at my sides.
The darkness I get right before a job is seeping in and I don't want to use too much of it on him.
I've decided I like having him above the soil a lot more than I would below it.
I want his heart beating fast when he thinks someone's closing in on him in a dark, empty parking lot.
I want those muscles in his neck pulsing when he feels my warm breath behind his neck, too scared to turn around and confirm he's not alone.
I need to watch the color deepen in those soft pale cheeks as he falls apart beneath me.
Oh how I want to bring so many shades of pink to his body and watch it start to drain before bringing it back.
I want him to need me in a way no one else does.
As much as I like getting my hands dirty, I also enjoyed fixing a cute little redhead’s messes just as much. Maybe sometimes a little more.
Patrick bends down to pet Mr. Wiggles and talks to the sheep in a high pitched tone.
When they baa in response he baas back. I laugh, shaking my head.
This man's whole world could be crumbling around him and he'd still exit his house in the evening shining brighter than the sun.
Not only can I no longer bear the thought of taking that away from him, I don't want anyone else to either.
Eyes darting my way, his demeanor changes. “Evening, neighbor!” He waves his hand in the air, facing me more as he snaps his fingers at his dog to follow him inside.
“Evening. How's that fence working?” I shout.
He gives me a thumbs up, slipping his phone in his back pocket.
“Good. Let's hope it stays that way.”
“I know where to go when it doesn't,” he says leaning forward while winking.
Yes, that's right little Bo, always come to me. No one else but me.
He waves at me again before disappearing inside.
I use this as an opportunity to get in my truck and leave before he does, setting my phone in the holder as I bring up the tracking app.
I tagged his car when he was sleeping. I want to always be able to find him, even when he's not expecting me to.
I think the surprises are something he really enjoys more than he cares to admit.
I want him to know it's okay to embrace those sides of himself he's been holding back.
Someone made him feel shame for his desires.
It'll take time but I'll slowly undo all the damage they've done.
His fantasies are fully welcome here and completely healthy. Doing them with me might not always be but I saw his lust for danger when he thought he was alone outside touching himself. Only someone like me can give him that and only someone like him can make me crave more than bloodshed.
I drive to the gas station, killing some time grabbing a protein shake and some string cheese, filling up my tank as I watch my phone.
He's in his car and it's moving. Slowly as if he's figuring out the best place to go.
He turns around more than once and the car parks before taking off again.
This time he doesn't stop once and drives at a steady pace with more confidence than before.
He's following his GPS isn't he? Finally decided to stop doing shit the hard way and did a little research for once.
Which place did he land on when he did? Will it be somewhere I've been?
Will he take off all his clothes or reveal his cock?
Fuck, I can't wait either way. It's going to be so hard not reaching out and touching him.
His body calls to me like a fridge to a magnet.
I get jittery and shaky when I have to keep my distance for long but it also sets my body on fire just watching.
He eats it right up too while also being as equally frustrated as me. We'll be able to have the best of both soon enough but I want him to keep needing this just as much. I want him to fully lean into it and trust someone will be everywhere he needs them to be.
His car stops moving and a smile spreads across my face.
Yes, I know this place very well. I can walk the whole thing with my eyes closed.
I'm sure I could easily find him that way too.
His smell is so unique and fucking intoxicating.
Apples, cinnamon and vanilla. There's this small hint of something else too.
Nothing I can compare to anything else. A scent that's all him, that pairs well with anything.
Sucking in a breath, I speed up the car, driving faster to where he waits for me.
If only I had a tracker on him. I guess it's funner this way.
Excitement runs through me from the thrill I get from risking being caught.
I do want him to know I'm there but I don't want him to see me.
Not all of me. Only small amounts at a time.
I plan on remaining a shadow that's easily mistaken from strangely shaped branches or a large animal moving through the trees.
I got closer to my destination, my cock thickening in my jeans when I finally spot his car.
I park far enough away where he can't see my car or notice me slipping out of the driver's side.
There's no one in the driver's seat of his car when I take a peek through my binoculars.
Heart beating fast, I slowly slip out of the car and walk with light steps, walking around a stack of branches and scattered rocks.
Where are you, little Bo?
I lift the hood of my jacket, zipping up the front and lifting the black bandana hanging around my neck as I take the shortcut to the cemetery through a sea of trees.
My brother thankfully doesn't live anywhere too closely to where he works.
He doesn't like to be easily followed or tracked down by angry family members who are ready to blame them for broken gravestones or not wanting to charge too much for loved ones to be buried or cremated when he's actually reasonably priced.
What they don't get is he has to pay people too.
Shaking him from my mind, I move my head in every direction I can as I carefully step on the grass and sticks.
Bugs buzz and zapp around me, owls hooting.
Then there's a sound that doesn't belong to any animal or insect.
It's loud mumbles and alert sounds from a phone.
“Fuck,” the voice says. “I'm making too much noise. What am I even doing out here? This is how people get murdered?”
Smiling, I stay hidden behind the trees, stopping when I finally see the bright pink shirt he was wearing earlier.
He really knows how to stand out everywhere.
He should be careful with that. It's not always a good thing.
Not when someone like me can easily find you.
He looks down at his phone, shaking his head. “Is he even coming?”
I'm right here, little Bo. So close but also too far.
I reach out my hand, retracting it when he looks behind him.
The toe of my boot hits the bottom of the stump louder than I intend it too.
He freezes and looks back again, the light of the moon not bright enough for me to make out his expression.
His phone is pointed down and I can see his legs shaking.
“Hello? Someone there?” He moves past two large headstones, approaching the back of the building. “I don't know why I stopped here. Maybe because it felt like something I shouldn't do.”
Sighing he, let's out a loud huff. “Look at me out here talking to myself. Or am I?” His voice speaks.
He enters under the carport where my brother parks the hearse, running a hand over the back.
I take advantage of him looking ahead to catch up, ducking behind a statue of an angel I've hidden bodies under before. It's why there are so many out here.
“I should go,” he says under his breath, kicking his foot against the concrete. “This is crazy. What if this guy is some serial killer? What if he's only playing with me and not really coming?”
He sounds more worried about the second option than the first. He doesn't realize how perfect he is.
He wants me to be dangerous. To be this big bad man who has the ability to hurt him at any given moment as long as it doesn't involve breaking his heart.
Doesn't he know he should be careful what he wishes for?
I guess if he was careful, he would be making himself so damn vulnerable.
I let out a low growl and he jumps, not looking back this time as he moves around the car.
He runs a hand down the center of his body, lifting his shirt halfway before lightly stroking the buckle of his belt with his fingers.
A shiver runs through me as I picture those small, slender digits brushing over my cock while he stares up at me after losing himself on his knees at my command.