19
I
woke about 8 AM, stiff as a rock, and rubbed myself in the shower thinking of Riley, my selkie, swimming naked in the forest pool. It’s fucking torture not being allowed to touch her. When I pinned her down on the baseball diamond, I wanted to fuck her so bad and when she delivered my meal last night, I tried to bend her over my desk and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
But I couldn’t. Mikael had the last say, and if he ordered me not to touch her, then I won’t touch her. But fuck it was like dangling a carrot in front of a starving man, then whipping it away when he tried to grab it.
I didn’t want anyone else. No other girl appealed to me. And I’ve tried to create some heat by looking at the pretty dancers when they practice on stage, but I get nothing. The sweet scent of perfume or a flirtatious smile could get a rise out of me before I saw the selkie, but now I was useless, virtually a monk, wanking off in private while wearing a disguise of virtuousness in the public.
Honestly, I didn’t know how long I could keep this up before I cracked one way or another. I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked down the hallway past Gunner’s closed door and into the living room as the morning sun streamed through the window.
I cast my eye on the street for the metallic blue BMW as I hadn’t seen it since I approached the goons, offering caramelized popcorn. I doubted they were scared off that easily, and more likely returned in a different vehicle. But there weren’t any vehicles currently parked on the street that raised alarm bells for me.
I was about to head back to my bedroom when a figure in the apartment building opposite me caught my eye. It was just two seconds before they vanished into the room's shadows. Unless I was mistaken, someone held a long-lens camera and pointed it at my apartment.
It could be a bird watcher, or it could be your average pervert watching people in the privacy of their homes. Or it could be the cops or it could be the fucking Russians stalking me. There was only one way to find out.
I had a class in a couple of hours, but time was on my side to snoop around that apartment block to see who or what was taking pictures. I headed back to my bedroom, dried my body with a towel, and slipped on my sweats and sneakers to make it look like I was heading out for a run—except I was going out with a Glock tucked into my pocket. I tapped on Gunner’s door and a croaky voice mumbled something, so I opened it to find a fucking pigsty, clothes dumped everywhere, stinking lime stale cologne and cigarettes.
“Bro, I need you to do something for me,” I stated evenly.
“What?” All I saw was the top of his dark head, messy hair, sleepy eyes.
“I’m checking out the building across the road.” I showed him my gun, and he immediately sat up to put some clothes on.
“The Russians?” he asked excitedly.
“Not sure. Could be nothing. Could be something. But I need you to watch through the binoculars, and I’ll signal you if I need backup,” I told him.
His gun was resting on the bedside drawers with the barrel pointing at his pillow, so I hoped like fuck he had the safety cap on. I waited in the living room for him to emerge, then left, taking the elevator to the ground floor.
I pulled the grey hood over my head and started jogging down the pavement toward the end of the street, then turned left. I was careful to notice if anyone was following me without seeming on edge or nervous. Instead, I kept my cool, but I would check behind me now and again. But it was busy already, with plenty of people heading to work in their cars or walking.
I came to the alleyway that led to the back of the building and ran down it, sidestepping dog shit and vomit, until I came to the fire exit and tried the handle but it was locked. With no other option, I ran to the front of the apartment building, back onto my street again, then slipped inside with the automatic glass doors as a couple was coming out. Inside the foyer, I found the stairwell and ran up four flights, so I was one floor below where the cameraman was.
I could hear footsteps echoing down the stairs, but they were two flights above my target. Once up onto the correct floor, I gathered my bearings to figure out which room it was and then pressed my ear against it. I could hear nothing and tried the handle, but it was locked.
Making my hand into a tight fist, I pounded on the door. I listened out for footsteps, which seemed to be only one pair. Good. I was dealing with a single person.
As soon as the door opened on the chain, I pointed my gun at his forehead, and his pupils dilated, his mouth dropped open as soon as he realized who was standing there.
“Open up,” I demanded.
He groaned, shut the door to release the chain, but didn’t open the door again. As far as I could see, the only way to get out would be the fire exit, down a ladder. I stood back and started kicking the door, hoping he wasn’t armed. It took two powerful strikes with my foot before the door was thrown open, and I ducked behind the wall for cover in case he fired a shot.
I waited two painstakingly long minutes and when there was no response I couldn’t hear a damn sound. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I checked it, it was Gunner.
Gunner: He’s escaping down the fire exit ladder.
Good. That allowed me to look inside, but I was disappointed when I stepped in. It was empty. I mean…no furniture, no trace that anyone lived there. I walked to the window and looked down the street to find the guy racing quickly down the ladder with his large camera on his back.
Me: The apartment is empty.
Me: Watch him to see where he goes.
I had no idea why he was up there, so I took a video of the view outside the window to see if I could pick up on anything interesting that he might’ve been taking photos of. The cafes were busy, stuffed with people getting their caffeine fix before work, so perhaps he was watching someone in there.
Gunner: I got his rego. White sedan parked a few yards down.
Me: Expensive or cheap sedan?
Gunner: Cheap
Me: Probably a cop then.
Gunner: Maybe. Or hired by someone.
I was about to leave the window when two ominous-looking people emerged from the café. One was a blond woman in a dark blue pantsuit, and the other was a frumpy, wet dude waddling behind her. It was apparent she was the boss, and it was also evident that they were cops. Not just any cops, but Larsson cops who visited Riley Laws at her room and, according to Gunner, were on her back over something.
I took a photo of them before they disappeared into their car. I was about to send them to Gunner when he messaged me.
Gunner: Larsson cops. Outside the café.
Me: Got it. Who is watching whom?
Gunner: Of all the cafes in the city, why this one?
Me: Exactly.
Gunner: Maybe it wasn’t us, the photographer was watching?
Me: I wouldn’t be so sure.
Cops watching cops. Was that what was going on? Or was the cameraman watching us, and it was a coincidence that the Larsson cops were there? I mean…aren’t they out of jurisdiction? You’d think the Larsson Police Department would want them to remain in Larsson for all of the crime shit that goes down there.
There were no Russians, so I suppose that was something positive to come out of my little adventure. Before leaving, I looked around the empty apartment and found nothing. I couldn’t close the door because I smashed the doorframe when I kicked it open, but there was nothing to steal in there anyway.
I trotted back down the stairs on a high and feeling horny from the adrenaline and immediately my mind goes to Riley, seeing her taut little bare ass in the spring as she dived into the water. Perky breasts, pink hard nipples and the soft warm pussy that my cock was thrilled to penetrate.
Me: Where r u?
When I pressed send, I remembered her phone was broken so she won’t receive this message. Maybe that was a good thing. Because the way I was feeling, I would’ve driven to her dorm, pinned her on her bed and fucked her hard. Then after I came, I’d fuck her again, so the halls were filled with her screams.
Once back in my apartment, I ignored Gunner, who was eager for me to fill him in, and strode to my bedroom, slamming the door shut.
“Are you alright, bro?” he yelled down the hallway.
“I’m fine,” I shouted back, whipping out my hard cock, finding a picture of Riley on my phone that I snapped without her knowledge and started rubbing that snake like my life fucking depended on it. “Just need to offload some tension.”
“Gotcha,” his voice was distant as if he was backing away, knowing exactly what I was doing.
I wasn’t going to survive this. I wouldn’t survive working with her and seeing her every day at work and sometimes at college without touching her. I had three choices. Become a monk. Find another girl. Or break Mikky’s rules.
None of those options appealed to me, and all had consequences. Then I thought about Shaun breaking her phone, and my hand rubbed harder as my anger rose. As far as I knew, Gunner hadn’t gotten to him yet, so maybe I’d get there first. And punish should I inflict on an idiot who fucked over the girl that I…we were infatuated by. What punishment should be inflicted on the man who threatened to hurt her?
The pressure built in my cock as I closed my eyes pinned her down on the baseball diamond like a I did yesterday. In my mind I rammed my cock inside her while she lay spread on the grass, broad daylight, who cared if anyone saw and then railed her as those wails echoed though the sports area. Heads turned, but I didn’t care. I refused to let her move until I was done. Until she was done.
I came into my hand and found an old T-shirt to wipe it on. My cum would look better dripping off her face and tits as she licked it off. But that couldn’t happen unless I broke Mikael’s trust in me.
Feeling a little depressed, I pulled up my sweatpants and walked out of my room and down the hall to the living room. Gunner’s dark head looked up from his phone.
“Have you spoken to Shaun yet?” I asked him, and he knew the word ‘spoken’ had multiple meanings.
“I tried yesterday, but he got away,” he told me. “Why?”
“Let me speak to him, okay?” I ordered, hoping he’d let it be.
He groaned, making a face like he was in pain. “I don’t know. I need to speak to him about a few things, like why he betrayed me.”
“Can you speak to him without planting a hole in his head?” I challenged. “Remember what Mikky said, ‘don’t attract unwanted attention’.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll ask him about Riley, and that’s it. I won’t touch him,” he stated.
“Do you promise, Gunner?” I asked, doubting his ability to converse with Shaun without wanting to punch him.
“Scouts honor,” he replied, and when I rolled my eyes at him, he added, “I promise.”
“Fine,” I resigned, returning to my bedroom to dress for class.
I suspected Riley left out a few details of what happened when Shaun broke her phone because she didn’t want Gunner running after him and doing more damage than dislodging a tooth. I’d bet that Shaun and that big buffoon that Shaun hung out with tried to do something terrible, maybe tried to fuck her.
But perhaps the only reason I was thinking that way, was because I found her desirable and want to fuck her do badly, so I assumed other men would like to fuck her too.
And if I wasn’t fucking her and Gunner wasn’t fucking her, I hoped, then she might go wandering and spread her legs for someone else.
I didn’t like the thought of another man fucking her, but worse of all the idea of another man hurting her or forcing himself on her filled me with rage.
Maybe Gunner was the better option to confront Shaun after all. And if Shaun ended up with an arm missing or found dead in a ditch, then he would no longer be a problem for us. We’d have to hide him from the snooping cops, that’s all.