Chapter 7
Lila sat on a bench outside the police station, trembling from the chill in the air. Her legs bounced with anxiety as her head darted back and forth, scanning the street. She started biting her fingernails, a nervous habit I knew she had.
The warmth of my breath formed a mist in the air as I sat on a park bench near the station.
My heartbeat hummed steadily in my ears as adrenaline surged through my veins.
The look of fear in her eyes sent a jolt of excitement through me, causing me to smile.
I watched from a distance as she continued to look up and down the street, her body going still and her eyes narrowing every time a man walked by.
She finally relaxed as Casey pulled up, parking in my line of sight. I saw Lila’s head pop up then disappear inside the car. Anger rolled through my stomach as I watched them drive away, no doubt going to Casey’s apartment.
I got up from the bench and turned left, heading back to Lila’s apartment. My cock twitched at the thought of being in her bed again, surrounded by her scent. Decaying leaves crunched under my boots, and I quickened my pace, my body urging me to move faster.
When I arrived back at her apartment, I made myself comfortable in her bed, wrapping my body in her sheets.
I groaned softly into them and clutched them between my hands, the smell of her completely intoxicating.
My mind swirled with images of her and the hardness of my cock pressed tightly against my jeans.
I reached my hand into my back pocket, pulling her dirty panties free, and pressed them to my nose.
As I reached down to free myself, the sound of Lila’s voice broke through my lust-filled haze.
“I don’t know, Casey. I just don’t think right now is a good time,” she said, her voice muffled.
Keys jingled, and the sound of the door opening made me jump from the bed.
“I think now is the perfect time, Lila. Even Detective Pearson said you should get away.”
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and I slid under the bed, pulling my feet under just as Lila walked in.
“What about my job?” Lila asked. “I can’t just leave my job.”
“Seriously? You’re a writer for the newspaper. You can do that from home.”
The bed sagged as Lila and Casey sat down, and a smirk played on my lips as I listened to them.
“We don’t know how long it’s going to take for them to find this guy. I can’t just… run from this forever.”
I stared out at the floor, Lila’s feet mere inches from my face, and my hand hovered just behind her foot.
“Yeah, babe, I know. But, for now, you need rest, and you can’t do that in the city. We can go to my parents’ cabin and… have a mini vacation.”
Silence followed as Lila thought about it, her legs bouncing erratically. She stood from the bed and started pacing the room before finally stopping and letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Fine,” she said, “but only a week. I can’t stay gone for longer than that. My boss isn’t exactly known for his compassion and kindness with personal life matters.”
Casey stood from the bed and walked toward Lila. I could picture Casey wrapping her arms around Lila, embracing her like a best friend would.
“Pack your stuff. We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” Casey said.
Lila started to hurry around the room, packing a small suitcase with clothes and shoes before going into the bathroom.
I watched from under the bed, my face hidden under the sheets that had slipped further down, as she picked up the shampoo and body wash.
I smiled as she slipped them into her suitcase, the mere thought of her being coated in my cum sending a thrill shooting straight to my cock.
“Okay, I think that’s everything,” she sighed.
She turned off the light switch and closed the bedroom door, the sound of her suitcase rolling down the hallway growing softer. I didn’t move until I heard the front door close, their voices now too faint to hear.
A few seconds later I slid out from under the bed, my chest heaving with excitement. I pulled my phone from my back pocket and dialed Vince’s number. He picked up on the second ring, his voice filled with annoyance.
“What the fuck do you want?” he huffed.
“I need a favor.”
“No.”
“You owe me from last time, Vince. Don’t forget that. I cleaned up your mess.”
Silence filled the phone before he finally let out a frustrated sigh.
“What is it?”
“I need you to look up some information about someone. I need you to find me everything.”
“Who?” he said hesitantly.
“Casey Boyd.”