Chapter 10
Loche
How she drove around with one headlight without losing her mind or still being able to see where she was going, I didn’t know.
All I knew was that watching her pull into the parking lot had been enough to make me want to drive to the auto parts store and replace it right then and there to spare her from a ticket, if not from getting into an accident.
Slowly, I allowed the hood of her vehicle to come down, guided by my fingers until I was forced to let it go entirely.
The resulting crash it made as it came down the rest of the way and locked into place was enough to make me cringe.
Ever had to have heard that, right? Nervous, I turned my head to peer over my shoulder, expecting a light to appear from Ever’s living room window, followed by her silhouette standing in front of it.
She’d be pissed off, no doubt. Pissed that I had not only taken it upon myself to fix something of hers without her asking, but also because she’d probably assume I broke into her vehicle.
And that’s what I would let her think. Because the reality was that I’d secretly taken her key while we were at work and driven her car to the locksmith in town, who didn’t need to see pesky paperwork to have the replacement fob I’d purchased online programmed to her vehicle, making a key of my own.
My guess is that would be a bit of a dealbreaker for her because even after all I’d done, that was probably crossing a line.
Only probably?
Yes, brain. I know. It was completely and totally unhinged. And as much as Ever may try to act like she didn’t like that part of me, I noticed the way her body betrayed her. Her pupils dilated just a hair as she bit her bottom lip. But even a woman like Ever had her limits.
Right as I was about to clean up, a sound in the distance caught my ear.
It wasn’t someone talking, but it had definitely been human.
Wait. There it was again. Was that a moan?
I took a few steps closer to Ever’s house, completely ignoring the fact that I was now completely visible in the light of her porch.
I’d worn my mask, so V’s true identity would be safe.
Fuck me. Yes. Yes, that was a fucking moan.
Not only was it a fucking moan, but it was Ever’s fucking moan.
I’d recognize it from anywhere. Apparently, so would my dick, as my erection was making even the simple act of walking uncomfortable.
But standing in the middle of a single woman’s driveway, wearing a mask and sporting a hard-on was probably not a good look in the event a cop were to drive by on patrol, so walk I must.
Wait. If that was Ever, then who the fuck was making her moan like that?
I clenched my jaw, even though I had no right to be angry.
Ever and I had never laid out any ground rules.
This wasn’t an actual relationship. But here I was, following the melody of her moans that were growing more frequent and intense.
With each step I took, the surer I was that it was in fact Ever and not one of her neighbors having a particularly good time tonight, and the more my mind raced with what exactly I was going to do to the man who may be in there with her.
I walked around Ever’s house until I reached the back yard, noticing a light on in her bedroom.
What the hell? Why was the window open? It may not be winter yet, but the November air was one beer away from taking Jack Frost home for the night.
Besides, doesn’t she know there are psychopaths out there who would love nothing more than to watch her through her windows, send her gifts she didn’t ask for, or perform routine maintenance on her vehicle? Had I taught her nothing?
Carefully, I crept to the window, mentally preparing myself not to burst through it like the Kool-Aid man or a jilted husband catching his wife having an affair if there happened to be another man with her.
Back pressed against the siding, I peered into Ever’s bedroom window, not fully mentally prepared for what I saw.
Ever was completely naked, splayed out on her bed, back arched against her pillows as she drove her vibrator into that pretty, soaking wet pussy that had consumed my every waking thought since I’d had the privilege of plunging my cock deep inside of her.
My dick throbbed against my boxers. At this rate, I would finish without Ever if I stood here watching her, which I had no intention of doing.
Her raspy groans when she drew herself closer to climax beckoned me as her vibrator glistened with her desire.
Fuck I needed to be inside of her, and if the aching in my balls was any indication, I needed to get inside that bedroom now.
I gripped the bottom of the window and pushed it the rest of the way open, prepared to hoist my body through it like an Olympic gymnast tackling a pommel horse, landing smoothly on my feet as though I were the orgasm fairy.
But much like even the best-laid plans, that is not what happened.
Nope. What actually happened resembled more of the ‘Fat guy in a little coat’ scenario made famous by Chris Farley in Tommy Boy.
Instead of a smooth, fluid propulsion from the window into Ever’s bedroom, my six foot five inch muscular frame took up more space between the bottom of the window and the sill than I had anticipated, requiring an abundance of feet kicking, arm swinging, and more unsexy grunting than I would have liked, ultimately ending with me tumbling from the window to the floor.
“God, you’re terrible at this whole stalker thing, aren’t you?” Ever asked, her laughter pretty much ensuring I wouldn’t have to worry about prematurely ejaculating in my pants or, perhaps, at all tonight.
I stood up, taking a bow because I didn’t know what the hell else to do when the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life was lying on her bed with a still vibrating sex toy in her hand, laughing at me.
“It took you long enough. I was beginning to think I may actually finish myself off before you showed up.”
What the hell? So, this had been some sort of elaborate setup? A way to lure me into her bedroom like the temptress that she is? I put my hands on my hips, one of which would be sporting a bruise after hitting Ever’s floor, and did my best to glare at her through my mask.
“What? Didn’t think I saw you outside working on my car? Isn’t that why you had your freakishly large friend come over to install this?” Ever held up her phone. “I thought you always wanted me to know who was lurking around my house?”
I sighed, holding out a hand in a gesture that conveyed, Okay, you got me.
Ever turned off her vibrator and set it down on the bed next to her. “How the hell did you get in my car, by the way?”
Oh, shit. I should have figured that was going to come up sooner or later. I’d just hoped to distract her with sex first. With the way she was glaring at me, I knew she wasn’t going to take kindly to me changing the subject.
“Very funny, V.” Ever rolled her eyes, and I mimed opening the door to her 4Runner. “But I know the door was locked. Though I guess I can’t be too shocked that you carry around some sort of locksmith tool and know how to break into vehicles.”
Yes, a locksmith tool. Let’s go with that.
“I was going to have the headlight fixed myself.”
I cocked my head to the side, crossing my arms in front of me like a stern parent.
“What? I was. Eventually. Don’t look at me like that.
You have no business being as cocky as you are.
” Ever leaned over to open the drawer of her nightstand, pulling out something I couldn’t quite see.
“Here.” She tossed the object to me, which landed in my gloved hand. I opened it to find the modulator.
“I’m done playing charades.”
I nodded, turning around to lift my mask up just enough to fit the modulator in my mouth. I’d never used anything like this before and was skeptical it would even work, but I figured it was worth the risk if it meant I could have a conversation with Ever instead of all this Marcel Marceau bullshit.
Here goes nothing. I turned around, noticing Ever’s unexpectedly anxious face staring back at me.
“Be a good girl and come here, my little bird,” I said, speaking an octave lower to mask my real voice in the event the modulator didn’t work as advertised, which was entirely unnecessary because what came out of my mouth was even deeper and more primal than anything that had ever come out of my mouth before. Hell, I was almost turned on by myself.
Ever’s eyes widened, her mouth falling in disbelief as she stared at me from the bed, frozen.
Methodically and without breaking eye contact with her, I stripped off my gloves and let them fall to the floor, reaching out a finger to beckon to her. “I said, Come here.”
She exhaled a shaky breath and stood up from the bed, freezing in place when I spoke again.
“Bring your toy.”
She looked behind her at the purple vibrator on the comforter and then back at me again.
I nodded at her, and she reached behind her back, grabbing the toy before cautiously making her way over to me.
My eyes raked down her naked body, taking in her full breasts down to her hips that were the perfect fit for my hands to grab onto as I took her from behind.
Her face flushed as though reading my thoughts.
I held my hand out, nodding at the vibrator. Hand trembling, she handed it to me as I reached out with my other hand, lightly caressing her cheek, our eyes locking through my mask. “Turn around, baby.”