Chapter 10 #2
“Go on and get dressed and I'll be back.”
He disappears into the closest bathroom and returns with a box of Band-Aids and a bottle of disinfectant, only giving me enough time to slide my pants on. He grabs the shirt before I can, drawing it closer to me as he licks his lips, gaze falling to my pebbling nipples.
“You should put this on before you get too cold.” That sultry tone is doing all sorts of things to my insides and I stop breathing when his fingers linger on mine as I grab the shirt.
I slip it on and as I stand from the chair, a dizzy spell comes over me when I take too long to finally take a breath. My balance is wonky, my body swaying side to side and knees threatening to buckle. He wraps his arms around me, something growing hard against my thigh.
A slight moan slips from my lips and his warm breath caresses my ear. “I think you better sit back down, pretty bo.”
Bo. That name again. My heart flutters and I blink my eyes up at him. “Why, when you're doing such a good job at keeping me on my feet?”
His chest heavily lifts and falls, eyes growing darker as he slides a hand up my shirt. “I guess I do, huh? It's kind of hard to clean your cuts at this angle though and I have a lot I need to get done today.”
“Like spying on the president, hoping to reveal some dark secret?”
He laughs. “No. Errands in town and then dinner with my brother.”
“There's more of you?” My voice raises and he laughs.
“I wouldn't say that exactly but yes I do have a family just like everyone else. Why?”
“I was just…I can't picture you growing up with someone else is all. You seem so…”
“So what?”
My throat goes dry when his lips are merely inches from mine. “I…have a lot to do too.”
The corners of his lips turn up. “Yes. The farmer’s market preparation.”
“Among other things.”
“You mean like pose half naked on tractors and finger yourself on your front porch.”
A shudder runs through me. “You watch me?”
Light flashes in his eyes and his smile is devious. “How can I not when you make it easy for anyone who's nearby to see.”
“There's…not many people come out this way,” I say, stumbling on my words as his hand slides lower.
“Not that you know of. I mean anyone could easily walk up on you from anywhere. Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.”
“Your…are you trying to tell me something?”
“I'm telling you to be careful, Patty. Careful where you touch yourself. You may give someone the impression you're inviting them to touch you too.”
Patty. No one's called me that in a long time. It was a cute nickname only my mom ever had for me. “Someone like who?”
“Someone like…” he pauses. “The mailman.
A random person driving by…or a friend of your brother's you don't know about. Or someone…” His eyes snap back to mine.
“Like a neighbor.” His hand reaches into my pants and underwear, cupping one of my cheeks.
I roll my hips, feeling like a needy whore when one of his fingers presses to my hole.
I close my eyes, pressing my ass to his touch, surrendering to his advantages as he caresses my crease. His hand slips out of my pants and I let out a disappointed sound.
“All done.”
“Huh?” I blink my eyes open and there's two Band-Aids on my arm and he steps away from my body, not fully letting go until he's sure I'm able to use my legs properly.
“I didn't…how'd you…”
“I'd say to be more careful but I'm not sure either of us truly wants that.” His lips inch closer to my ear and he slides a thumb over the pulse point on my inner wrist. “I'll leave you to those amongst other things you gotta get to.”
I stand here speechless, watching as he darts out my front door. My dog runs inside, squeezing beside him and I forgot he was out there. My neighbor gives me one last back glance before shutting the door behind him.
I slump into the chair, laughing and rubbing between my brows. What the fuck just happened. I look at the Bandaids again and trace over every place his fingers have been, eventually shoving my pants halfway down to touch between my cheeks, grazing my hole with my nail as I pretend it's still him.
My phone pings and I drop my hand, looking down at the blinking screen on the table. It's a new message from my favorite subscriber.
SheepFinder: Hey, Little Bo.
Grabbing my phone, I sit back in the chair and write back, all giddy inside.
Me: Hi. I've missed you the last few days.
SheepFinder: And now you don't have to miss a thing because I'm right here.
Me: Where were you?
SheepFinder: Busy with work. Didn't have much down time but I'll have some tonight and this weekend. Just for you.
Me: What makes you think I won't be busy?
SheepFinder: Will you be?
Me: Possibly.
SheepFinder: Visiting more cemeteries perhaps or getting off on the hood of other cars?
I suck in a breath, heart kicking at my chest.
Me: You came.
SheepFinder: I did. In more than one way too.
A chuckle escapes me.
Me: Wish I could have seen all the ways you did.
SheepFinder: All in good time. Meet me back online around 9 P.M. tonight.
Me: And if I don't?
SheepFinder: Then I'll have to come to you.
Me: Is that a promise?
SheepFinder: It's a guarantee and I'm not so sure I'll be able to stand back and just watch either.
Me: Another guarantee?
SheepFinder: Yes. And as I said before once we cross that line, I won't be gentle or stop even if you ask me to.
A chill runs up my spine, my tip leaking in my underwear.
Me: Okay. Tonight at 9pm.
I don't clarify what I mean by that either. I have plenty of time to think it over. Do I want to keep this online for a little longer or am I ready for more?
SheepFinder: See you tonight.
I log off, slipping my phone in my pocket and stay seated until my dog starts flipping over his bowl. I'm not the only one low on food. Getting to my feet, I scratch Mr. Wiggles between the ears and slip on my boots, nose turning up at my mud covered feet. I'll deal with that later.
My neighbor's truck is nowhere in sight when I step outside and as I'm jumping in the drive side of my car, I can't stop wondering if I'm being watched right now and if I'll be running into town alone. I hope not.
“Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.”
Those words follow me down the road and inside the store. They are playing on repeat in my head as I load my cart and pay. As I'm transferring the bags into the trunk, I'm alerted by a new push notification from OnlyFans.
I open the app and my skin tingles, heart thrumming as I trace over the words of my stalker's last message.
SheepFinder: I really like you in pink but I think you should lose the shirt as soon as you get back home.
My bottom lip slips between my teeth and I look down at my clothes before peering around the parking lot. I don't see anyone other than one of the workers pushing carts into the store. There are only five other cars around me and all vacant.
“Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.”