CHAPTER FOUR
KELLAN
I step into the house, the door clicking behind me. I toss my jacket onto the chair, kick my boots off, and I’m moving toward my computer before I even take a breath.
She’s going to a party tomorrow. Dressing… like that. Getting sloppy drunk. No. There’s no way I’ll have her out there vulnerable. I’ll be at that party. She deserves to have fun. I’ll be there to keep her safe. That’s it.
Her friend’s words from earlier echo in my mind. Maybe you’ll find someone dressed like one of your book boyfriends.
Damn it. I need a costume. I need it fast.
And I need to know who she likes.
I pull up HappyReads and start searching for Opal. Oakridge, Vermont. Filter by location. Scroll. Scroll. My fingers tighten around the mouse.
Finally, I see her. Her display name is OpalReadsSmut, and her profile picture shows her curled up with a book—hair falling around her face, that perfect combination of sultry and nerdy. She looks…sexy, as always.
I click her profile, scanning through her five-star reviews, reading the snippets she’s left behind. The titles she gushes over, the characters she loves.
Suddenly this isn’t just about keeping her safe. I need to know everything about her. Everything.
I scroll through her reviews, and a pattern jumps out at me—she loves stalker romances. My lips twitch into a small, ironic chuckle. If only she knew.
I spot some familiar titles, some of the same ones I have on my shelves. My chest tightens a little at seeing her taste reflected in the books I know.
And then I see it: Her Soul is Mine. Five stars. She goes on about how sexy Kade Cross is.
I sit back, a slow grin spreading. That’s it. That’s who I’ll be.
I open a new tab and start adding pieces to my cart—black, tactical, military-style clothing. Mask. Goggles. Boots. Gas mask. Everything to match the dark, dangerous vibe of her favorite character.
I select overnight shipping without a second thought. This has to be ready for tomorrow. I hit check out, heart hammering.
I’m going to this party. And if anyone even looks at her with a hint of sinister intentions, they’re going to regret it.
I go back to her HappyReads profile, scrolling again.
“Oh my god,” I mutter under my breath.
All her socials are linked. Every. Single. One.
First, I click her TikTok, too eagerly, I’ll admit.
Holy.
She has 200k followers. Two hundred thousand people watching her, laughing with her, swooning over her just like do.
And… there’s a video of her in a skirt, reviewing a book. Her big tits straining the tank top struggling to hold them up.
I lean back in my chair, letting out a slow breath. Cock hard for her again. I scroll watching her do a little dance holding a stack of books.
I unzip my pants, letting my erect meat spring out. I scroll through more of her videos, my attention keeps drifting to her outfits. Sexy without even trying. My hands clench the desk.
I pause on a video where her skirt is so short, I can almost see her panties. “I’m gonna fuck that little pussy tomorrow.” I grit as I fist my cock. Moving my hand up and down, squeezing harder, moving faster.
My breaths come ragged, sweat soaking my brow. I scroll to a video where she’s very animated. I watch her tits jiggle and I imagine sticking my cock between them and dumping my hot sticky load there. “Fuck,” I say between my teeth, my hand moving fast.
Pleasure hits me like a wave, taking me under. I cum into the towel pumping every last drop out of the tip.
I lean back, trying to catch my breath. What has this woman done to me? I imagine driving over to her place, just sitting outside. Close to her. The thought tempts me, a warm pull in my chest, but I push it away.
I pluck Her Soul is Mine off my bookshelf and take it to the bedroom. I need a refresher on Kade Cross if I’m going to pull this off tomorrow night. If I’m going to make her mine.