Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
Skylar rolled onto her side, away from the sunlight squeezing into her bedroom through the annoying gap between her blackout blinds and the window frame.
Soft, clean sheets shifted as she burrowed into them, and she finally dared to peek open her aching eyelids. Sunlight reflected off a tall glass of water and cast a rainbow on her burgundy side table. Next to it was her phone, plugged into its charger, and a donut on a small teacup plate.
She frowned at all three, having no recollection of grabbing herself a drink, food, or putting her phone on charge.
Actually, she had no memory of how she’d made it to her bed. Her eyes blinked dozily after having one of the best and longest sleeps she’d had in... well, forever.
What’s the last thing I remember?
The hours of sex blurred together into one erotic night of sweat, moans, cum, and tears. Good tears, of course. It was kind of cathartic to cry because the sex was just that good.
She touched the purple sheets. Did he carry me to bed?
Her cheeks warmed at how sweet that was, especially as it was much nicer than waking up on the floor again.
Her brow furrowed. No. I didn’t wake up on the floor.
Now that she knew he had this other form, she remembered the final details of their first time together differently. She’d been lying on top of him as he caressed her body with a hand and tentacles. He’d already changed forms that morning – she just hadn’t known it.
He would’ve disappeared when the sun had risen, which just so happened to be when her second alarm always went off during this time of summer.
Her lips curled in memory as last night’s events grew clearer in her mind.
I remember now. Yes, he’d carried her to bed at some point after she’d passed out, and she’d woken in the middle of the night with him massaging her back and her legs.
He’d been... pampering her, maybe in appreciation for the good time, and the idea alone had her heart swelling with affection.
You’re very cute, Mr Tentacles. Then her cheeks warmed as she thought, And very naughty. Or maybe she’d just riled him up again when he’d been trying to be sweet.
She vaguely remembered moaning as he’d dug into tough and knotted muscles, and she’d wiggled her butt for more.
Especially when he’d kneaded from the backs of her thighs to her ass, and it’d made her hips lift off the bed – with her pussy fluttering because of his claws tickling up the insides of her thighs.
He’d given her a warning growl when he’d pushed her hips down to stop her from doing it, and it’d deepened when she’d disobeyed.
She also remembered how, after she’d lifted her ass that second time with a moaning plea, he’d yanked her legs around his hips as he’d slammed two of his cocks into her already swollen and overused cunt.
Wait. She sat up, and her thin summer blanket fell to her waist, revealing her naked tits as she looked around the bed. I swore it broke.
It was upright now, completely flat, but she definitely remembered one of the legs snapping and her squeal when the whole bed dropped on one side.
Digging her fingers into her head to scratch her scalp, she wondered if she’d imagined it. Maybe I just wanted to fulfil my fantasy of breaking a bed from sex.
With the blinds down, she had no idea what time it was.
She reached for her phone, knowing for sure she wasn’t the one who’d put it on charge. The first application that popped up was her alarms, and both of them had been turned off permanently – which she’d never do.
He must have done that so I wouldn’t wake up early. She peeked at the water and donut that appeared to have been sitting there just a little too long.
It was also half eaten, and the crumbs all around it revealed it’d been perfect when he left it there.
She looked at the time.
With a gasp, she flung her blanket away and threw her legs over the side of her bed.
“It’s already 11:30?!” she yelled, closing her alarm app after turning both back on and opening her contacts.
She clicked Kaylee’s name, and it only rang once before it was answered. She was likely at the counter playing around on her phone.
“The Bean Alchemist. Sorry, but the owner isn’t in right now. Can I take a message?” The sound of bubble gum popping was loud through the speaker.
“Oh my god. Is everything okay?” Skylar blurted.
“You do know the café won’t burn down if you take a day off, right?” she answered dully.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Hayden yelled in the background. “Kaylee’s been stirring customers again.”
“He’s lying. I promise,” Kaylee quickly cut in. Then she snapped a muffled, “Shut your mouth.”
Only once had they ever been on shift together, and she was aware they didn’t quite get on well. But they were both wonderful employees on their own.
“Kaylee,” Skylar warned.
“Seriously. It’s fine. Hank’s cooking up a storm, trying something new with the menu because you’re not around to say no. You should see it. He’s so stoked.”
Hands trembling from tiredness and uncertainty, Skylar sighed. “Are you sure? I’m happy to come in.” She looked down at her naked body, still very much covered in sexual mess. “I think I’m alright now, and I know it’s your day off.”
“Nah. All good. I’m happy for an extra day’s pay.”
“Are you–”
“Seriously, shut up or I’m going to walk to yours and beat your ass. Stop stressing. Everything’s fine.” Kaylee then let out a sharp breath. “Oop. Gotta go. There’s a customer.”
She hung up without even saying goodbye.
Skylar lowered her phone to her lap and looked around her bedroom. It felt... foreign being here in the middle of the day.
When’s the last time I took a day off? She legitimately couldn’t remember. I feel off kilter.
It was weird to know that everything was fine, and that she wasn’t needed. She also didn’t know what to do with her day off.
She reached for the glass of water and took a sip, then chugged the rest of it when she realised just how thirsty she was. She didn’t dare take a bite out of the donut that odd ferret thing had likely eaten.
Feeling a little lost, she placed her feet on the ground and stood, only to wince and sit back down.
“My whole body hurts.”
Her ass, her pussy, and even her knees, elbows, and spine hurt from being on her face for most of the night.
She looked over at the mirror near her bed and almost screamed in horror. “Fucking hell! I look awful!”
She rubbed her smeared make-up. All around her mouth was black with lipstick, and mascara tears stained her cheeks. Her foundation was blotchy.
She hoped this was just an aftermath of sleep and not what she’d looked like during sex! She had a feeling she was wrong.
Slamming her face into her hands, she shook her head. I can’t do that again.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t keep summoning him for a wild night.
I have to go back to reality at some point, and I don’t want to be taking days off from work because of kinky sex.
She loved it. She loved it so much, but she couldn’t fulfil her life with a monster when there were real people to meet.
Someone out there could become her husband, or even the father of her kids if she ever actually decided on that.
Though she didn’t know if she wanted children; she might be too busy for them.
He’s just trading sex for sexual energy. It didn’t... mean anything.
She looked down at her phone screen, and the dating app was right there when she didn’t want it to be. I’m avoiding texting that guy because of it.
She didn’t know why she started crying, or why she brought her feet up onto the mattress to bury her face in her knees.
The sex was so good – it felt so strange and yet so right – but it was just a fantasy. Twice is enough.
She shouldn’t have summoned him the second time.
What the fuck am I doing?
And why did her house feel emptier, lonelier, colder than ever before?
I want a cuddle...