18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ifucking know better. Yet, here I am keying into the apartment next to Jillian’s and risking my damn life to get onto her balcony. This is not only illegal, but a reckless stunt like this can land me in a psych ward.
Or the morgue if I slip.
If anyone can survive a ten-story drop, it would be Lachlan.
Hours of digging, which could have taken seconds with Balor’s help, help that I refused to ask for, I got the 411 on the condo next to Jillian’s. The owner lives in Salt Lake and uses it for vacations. Spying on his socials, I see he’s currently on a business trip in London. I’m safe to use this place for a couple of weeks.
Never mind what my brothers would do if they saw me right now. Cormac is being punished because he fucked up and put our world in danger by being a loud-mouth druggie.
Balor uses his magic veil to hide our sins. Lachlan has an army to keep anyone who might turn against us in line. Riordan is a master negotiator if the first two fail, and Kieran struts around in his custom suits, attending fundraisers giving everyone the impression we’re not evildoers.
None of them though, are like me, primal perverts who spy on women.
I climb over the low railing separating the two condos’ outdoor space, onto the long cement balcony that stretches the length of Jillian’s apartment. I just can’t goddamn stop myself.
Catching my reflection in a balcony windowpane, I halt in my steps when I realize I’m standing in front of Jillian’s bedroom.
The fucking sliding glass door is open. Her neighbor could easily get into this apartment. Pushing away my rage because I’ve got a lock on him for now, I focus on the fact that I’m standing here and he’s not. I’m watching sheer drapes billow inward from the soft breeze and he’s not.
I’m listening to the sound of buzzing and moaning and he’s…
Every other thought dies in my throat.
No fucking way.
My gaze wanders deeper into the bedroom, and what I see makes my blood turn volcanic. Jillian lies naked on her bed, writhing her hips rocking with…
A fucking vibrator.
I’d love to get a look at the thing. Find out what kind of cock my Jillian likes. Heck, there’s no such thing as a small vibrator, unless it’s one of those egg numbers that are just for the clit.
How the hell I know this escapes me. Since vibrator-play isn’t my thing. My cock gets the job done along with my mouth and fingers.
She’s really going to town on herself.
A smile ghosts across my mouth. I gave it to her so good, she needs a fake dick to the take the edge off.
Why is she fucking a fake dick? Why am I not in her bed fucking her for real and just staring at her like a stalking pervert?
Hot blood rushes through my veins differently around this woman and that means trouble. No one controls me.
The stiff dick twitching in my pants begs to differ, and if he could talk, he’d scream for me to give Jillian what she craves. It’s so big and pulsing so hard it might knock on the glass door and take matter into his own hands.
If he had hands.
I reach for the front of my trousers and just a brush against my swollen, aching cock releases a hiss from my lips.
Blood pounds in my ears watching that naked, gorgeous woman who thinks she’s too curvy to be worshipped. Countless fuckers in her dating app lined up. It’s only a matter of time before she figures out her responses are blocked.
Christ, she loves dick.
I did this. I made her love cock.
I was her first, and my throat tightens as my soul whispers I should be her only cock.
Fuck, what’s happening to me? I’ve never been off the rails like this. Putting so much on the line and…
“Eoghan, fuck me. Fuck me harder,” floats out from the bedroom.
My dick throbs when that little brat calls my name.
“Okay,” slips from my lips and before I can stop myself, I’m jerking off watching her.
My cock falls into my palm, throbbing, aching. Pissed off it’s taken this long to be in my hands. I come ten fucking seconds later, spilling over my tight fist and dripping onto the concrete.
Good, I’ve marked my territory.
Daniel Vance is forcing me to stick around and all the while, Jillian is going to be banging a vibrator every night calling out my name.
If it’s the last thing I do, she’ll be fucking my very real aching cock very soon.