Chapter Two
God, she’s more beautiful than ever. I try to breathe normally as I stand there, casting a shadow across her bedroom window. The whole house is sound asleep, and while I abhor the fucking memories associated with this place, I still can’t bring myself to hate Sahara— my Sara. I gave her that nickname, because when we first met, Sahara just seemed like too much of a mouthful.
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. I had no fucking clue what I was getting myself into. I thought this house would be the answer to all my problems. I thought I’d be the foster kid that finally got adopted. But no…
No, that was the end of my foster days and the beginning of my path to fuckery and misery. But it was fine in the end. I’ve made it now, and because of that, it’s time for me to do what I promised I would so long ago.
I’m back, Sara. I’m back.
I fumble with the screen of the window, careful not to make too much noise. The Walker family lives in an upscale neighborhood, and I think the community assumes they are some sort of picture-perfect family.
Minus the fucked-up uncle in the pool house.
My fists clench as I toss the screen onto the grass behind me. I take a deep breath, using the sight of Sara sleeping soundly in her bed as a distraction. In truth, I hate myself for what happened—and I’m pissed that she’s still in thishouse with him. I don’t know why she didn’t leave. When I came back seven years after the incident and saw that she was still here, I couldn’t comprehend it.
She’s twenty-four fucking years old, and she’s still living in her childhood home. Why? She should’ve gone to school, got a job, left, and never looked back. I expected to be chasing her in another state… I never thought I would be coming right back to the place that was the beginning of the end for me. However, I’ll admit the moment I saw the three new little girls here, I had a good idea of why Sara was still here—and I hate that she’s sacrificing her own happiness for their sake.
Well, that and the fact that William Walker will probably just continue to bring in young girls, all in the name of satisfying his brother while keeping Sara around as cheap fucking labor. My palms sweat with irritation as I jiggle the window. I’m going to get her out of here. She’ll have no choice.
I hear the locking mechanism click open, and I sigh with relief as I push the window up easily. Sara doesn’t move from where she’s sleeping, although I wish she knew I was here. I wish she’d wake up. I’d clamp my hand over her mouth and force her to submit. Then I’d do what I had been fucking dying to do all those years ago. I promised myself to her, and I haven’t changed.
But she might have.
Taking a deep breath of her familiar lavender scent, I creep into the room, moving as stealthily as a panther, carefully easing over the top of her desk. I shouldn’t be breaking in. I should be doing this the right way—maybe showing up to the diner where she works and asking her to an actual dinner…
But I couldn’t bear to run into fucking Will or Ronny. At least at night, I can slink around this place unseen. But fuck. I want to touch her.
My mouth salivates as my gaze pours over her figure, the covers concealing the perfect body I know lies beneath. I haven’t touched another woman since I touched her—and I never got to touch her the way I wanted.
A heavy breath slips from Sara’s lips as she rolls onto her side, facing away from me. I quietly slip up to the edge of her queen-sized bed, and my fingers grip the worn-out quilt. Her room hasn’t been updated in the slightest. It still looks exactly the same as it did when she was seventeen. I have laid in this bed with her so many nights.
The blast from the past nearly forces me to my knees, as I think about breaking the rules with her. I did it at first to keep her safe from Ron, who’d come to check her doorknob at night, but then, on the nights when Ron was out of town, I found myself still lying there beside Sara, craving her and wanting her to touch me.
Don’t do it.
Warning bells chirp in my head as I flip the covers back. I glance down at my black jeans, tempted to strip them off so they don’t scrape against her soft olive skin… But that might put me in a compromising position if I had to get out of here quickly. With a sigh of defeat, I take a seat on the edge of the bed, watching Sara carefully.
I don’t want to wake her up quite yet. I still have things to arrange for us. I need to make sure my business won’t touch her—and that means I need to finalize the handoffs with the dealers. Sara wouldn’t approve of my line of work, but she has no idea of the money I make and the life I can give her. I’m doing it all for her. If I wasn’t, I’d be happy to live in a cardboard box, scrounging dumpsters for food.
But for Sara? I’d do anything, including apologizing for something that wasn’t my fault.
I lean back on the pillow beside her, once again swept into the sweet scent of her. It feels like coming home, even though I haven’t lain here in seven years. I run my hands over my face as my cock strains against my jeans. I want to bury it inside of her, and I could right now. I could slip it right in between her legs and plunge into her pussy.
My fingers fumble with the button of my jeans. I won’t do that, but I have to have some relief. Just like I”ve done so many times before whenever I had to sate these urges. I free up my dick and begin to stroke with one hand, while the other flips the covers back a little further…
Fuck.
Sara’s ass is bare, clad only in a skimpy little thong, showcasing its alluring contours. It makes me wonder if she’s let anyone touch her. I know her uncle never did—but the thought of another man taking what’s mine leaves me in a rage. I stroke harder, wishing I could explode all over her. My mouth grows dry as my head becomes hazy with lust.
My fingers trace along her bare skin, following the soft curve of her hip. I lick my lips as I cover her ass cheek, wishing I could rear back and slap it, leaving a print. I have to handle Sara with care though. For all I know, she might not want me anymore.
Too bad.
I grunt as I edge closer to climax, lying there beside her in her bed. I roll to my side, the tip of my cock only inches from her ass. She’s a heavy sleeper, and that’s a good fucking thing. I stroke. I touch her, tracing my hand around to the front of her, following her stomach.
Just do it. Just touch her.
My hand reaches the front, brushing against her underwear. I want a taste of her sweet pussy so bad. It’s fucking torture to be stuck here jacking off when the real thing is so close to me.
I waited for you, Sara.
I swallow hard as I dive beneath her underwear, feeling the softness of the skin the world never sees. Her pussy is clean-shaven, and that discovery alone makes my erection grow even more painful. I slow my hand, not ready to come just yet. My fingers slip lower, and I hold my breath as I finally connect with her clit.
My body erupts with fresh arousal as she moans softly. I grit my teeth and stop myself from coming at the sound. I want her wet. Slowly, I begin to gyrate the pad of my fingers against her bent over body. Her skin is so soft, and as she grows wet, I almost come undone. Her hips begin to rock against my hand, her bare ass brushing against my cock.
Oh shit.
I tense up as I slip two fingers through her slit, feelingthe warm tightness of her.I pull my hand gently from her and smear the wetness across my shaft. My eyes close as I pump again, the scent of her pussy brought to my nostril as I slip those fingers into my mouth. It’s mesmerizing.
I’m finally fucking tasting her.
All my muscles constrict as I stroke faster, and an explosive orgasm fills my hand. It takes all my willpower to restrain myself from making a sound as I stifle my satisfied groan. Sara has turned me into a pervert of sorts, and I’m not even upset about it. I glance down at my handful of cum and smile wickedly. I know where this belongs…
Carefully, I pull her underwear to the side, exposing her slick pussy. She might be sleeping, but we’re going to share this fucking moment. Biting down on my lip, I take some of my cum on the tip of my fingers and press it into her pussy. I glide up and down her slit with it, covering her in my cum.
This is where I should’ve come.
I remove my hand and disgustingly use the material of my boxer briefs to clean up the rest of me. I don’t know if she’ll find me on her tomorrow and know what it is, but at least I’ve laid my claim. I put my cock away and redo my jeans, laying there beside her for a few more minutes. I had no intention of doing that.
But damn, it felt so fucking good.
I bring my fingers to my nose, breathing in the sweet, tangy scent of her pussy mixed with me. That’s what our sex will smell like, and I can’t fucking wait for it to start.
“What the hell are you doing up?” A voice erupts in the stillness, and I nearly shoot straight upward. I recognize that voice. I slide out of the bed and creep to the window, glancing back at Sara to make sure she didn’t wake up.
Thankfully, she’s still sleeping.
My eyes probe out into the darkness and land on the dreaded pool house. There, leaning on his cane, is Ron. I blink a couple of times, trying to process what I’m seeing. How is he up and walking? He was fucking paralyzed from the damage I did to him…
“I’m just going for an evening walk,” Ron, the cane-wielding pedophile, says to Will as he lights a cigarette.
“You need to stay away from the house,” Will grunts, and for a split second, I actually don’t abhor the man.
But still. I’m stuck on Ron. He should not be walking. And if he’s walking, does that mean… I nearly vomit at the thought, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. Rage rolls through my chest. If he fucking touched her…
“Mmm…” Sara’s voice comes from behind me, and I hear her shift in bed. I know I need to go. I need to slip out of this window, but now I’m fighting the urge not to break into a murderous rampage.
The mess would complicate things.
Thankfully, the professional criminal in me kicks into gear, and I creep out of the window, carefully shutting it behind me as I linger in the shadows. I think about how easy it was to slip into Sara’s room, and even as I listen to the sound of the brothers’ voices and tell myself I was foolish to come here, I know I will be back. Every night if I can. The pull of my desire for Sara is too strong, and now that I have seen that Ron is up and about again, I know I have to claim Sara and take her away from here. And until that day, I will be drawn to watch over her at night.
Will and Ron continue to chat about things I don’t care about—the store, Martha, and just about anything that doesn’t have to do with the girls. And that fact terrifies me…
In the seven years I’ve been gone, I always thought Ron was incapable of hurting anyone. But as it turns out, I was wrong.
Very fucking wrong.