Chapter 39
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
SYLAS
So here's the thing… I don’t like being away from my Lola Girl. It’s bad enough we have to be apart for school and work, but I don’t see why she can’t be with us the rest of the time.
Callie, however, bitched us out because we were hogging Nola. Does she not understand how long we had to go without her?
I asked her this, and you know what my little sister said to me? That I did it to myself. Rude.
I mean, she’s not wrong, but does she have to rub it in my face like that?
Nola and Callie are planning on having a girls’ weekend. That’s two full days without seeing her.
The thing is, I can't do that. Like, it physically bothers me not to have her in the same room as me.
So my solution is to put cameras in her room. If I can’t be with her, at least I can watch her, see what she’s up to, and make sure she’s safe.
She put cameras in our rooms, it’s only fair we return the favor, right?
Callie is going to be picking her up early tomorrow, and the two of them are going to spend the day at the zoo, so Lola went home about an hour ago. She said she needed to get plenty of sleep because apparently, she hasn’t been getting much lately.
I know it’s because we’ve been keeping her up most nights by being inside her, but we’ve had a lot going on at work. So between school and work, our time with her hasn’t been as much as we’d like.
Of course, I’m going to want to spend any free time I have fucking her.
I’ve become addicted to the point that it’s not healthy. I can’t get enough of her. When I’m not fucking her, I’m thinking about fucking her.
And I have this obsession with filling her with my cum. I want her to walk around all day, dripping cum from her cunt. I want to know I marked her, that she’s sitting in my release, soaking her panties.
That's what I’ve been doing while she’s at school. Before her first class and in between classes, I’ve pulled her to the side and fucked her until she sobs my name, then I filled her with my seed and send her on her way.
It’s not like she doesn’t love it just as much as I do. Every time I mention wanting to fill her up, to mark her as mine, she cums so fucking hard I feel like she’s going to snap my cock off.
Then Jasper had to go be a cockblock and said I couldn’t do that anymore because it puts her at higher risk of getting a yeast infection. What the fuck is wrong with him? Why would he put that image inside my head and ruin my glorious kink?
The fucker is jealous because he hasn’t figured out how to act around her quite yet. He’s still all stone cold and standoffish. Nola loves to poke at him, getting him to break.
He likes to act annoyed, but the fucker melts for her. We all do.
Who knew having a girlfriend would change us so much?
No, not a girlfriend. Nola. She is and will always be the only exception. The only girl we’d ever want or need.
Anyways, because my Lola Girl wants to leave me for the next few days, I’ve resorted to climbing through her bedroom window to set up a camera.
“Damn it,” I curse when I try to climb the drainpipe and slip again. Why the fuck does this look so easy in the movies? I’ve climbed into windows before, but Nola’s is at a weird angle.
“Here,” a voice has me reacting. Grabbing the gun from its holster, I spin around, aiming at the person who dared to fucking sneak up on me.
I let out a sigh of relief when I see it’s Toren, Nola’s dad. “Fucking hell, man.” I blow out a breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. I almost shot you.”
He raises a brow. “You’re on my property, trying to sneak into my daughter's room in the middle of the night while she’s sleeping. You’re lucky it’s not me with the gun pointed at you.”
I huff out a laugh, putting the gun away. “You have a point.”
“Look, I don’t want to know what you have planned right now, as long as you don’t hurt my daughter.
Whatever you all get up to, that's your business. But for the love of god, if you insist on climbing through her fucking window, use this ladder and do not destroy my fucking property. You break that drainpipe, you will replace it.”
“Oh shit,” I chuckle. “Thanks, man.” Taking the ladder from him, I place it against the house.
Turning back to him with my brows furrowed, I ask, “Why are you okay with this? Most fathers would kill any guy who’s trying to sneak into their daughter’s room.”
“Because if I killed you, it would mean war, and I like my life as it is. I don’t want trouble. And, if you died, Nola would hate me. My daughter is my world. Also, if I told you to leave, would you?”
“No?” I say it as a question.
“Then this is the next best thing if it means you don’t break anything or wake my wife up. Whatever goes on in that room, I don’t wanna hear. Because then I’d be forced to kill you.”
“You got it, Pops.” I give him a salute. “I love your father/daughter relationship with Nola. It's very wholesome.”
“Wholesome,” he repeats with a chuckle. “Not sure if I’d call helping my daughter become a serial killer wholesome, but thanks.”
“Don’t sell yourself short there, big guy. She had a dream, and you supported her rather than telling her it was stupid and shutting it down. That's big. She’s gonna remember that for the rest of her life. She loves you. You're her idol.”
Toren shifts uncomfortably, clearing his throat. “Thanks,” he mutters. “I’m just glad the three of you pulled your heads out of your asses.”
“Trust me, so are we,” I chuckle.
“I’m going to leave you to do… whatever you're about to do.” He waves me off. “Just remember, you hurt my daughter, I will kill you.”
“I won’t do anything your daughter doesn’t want me to,” I promise.
He shudders. “I need to mind my own business,” he grumbles before walking back into the house.
He’s a good guy. I’m glad to have him as a business partner. Now a father-in-law.
“Now, where was I?”
Carefully, I climb the ladder, making sure not to make much noise. Do I care if Nola knows I’m putting a camera up, not really? I know she wouldn’t care. But if she doesn’t know about it, she’s less likely to be careful about what she says or does in its presence.
She mentioned how she watched us jerk off and played with herself while she did, it’s only fair that I get the same opportunity.
When I get to her window, I’m surprised to not only find it open, but there's no screen. It’s like she wants me to sneak into her room in the middle of the night.
Climbing in, I take a second to look around.
“I’ve always wondered what her room looked like,” I mumble to myself.
There’s a loud fan buzzing, drowning any subtle sounds I might make. I find her sleeping, sprawled out on her bed, the sheet pulled down.
She’s only in her panties, that’s it. Nothing else.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock growing at the sight of her naked breasts.
She’s on her back with one hand over her head, lips parted as she sleeps soundly.
Nola is a heavy sleeper, it takes a lot to wake her up, so I don’t worry too much as I snoop around her room.
Turning my cell phone light on, I shine it on the walls. My brows jump when I see… are those photos of us?
“My Lola girl really is a stalker,” I chuckle to myself with amusement. There are dozens of photos on her wall, all from different angles. Some of us alone, some all together.
My lips kick up at the corner when I see lipstick prints on a few of them. “Fuck me, we were like her celebrity crush or some shit,” I laugh, shaking my head. Why is that so fucking hot?
Other than the photos, her room looks exactly like I thought it would. Posters of Ashnikko and a variety of different kinds of preserved butterflies.
Remembering why I’m here, I look for the perfect spot to put the camera. “There we go.” I chose the stuffed bunny she has hanging in the corner of her room by her closet. It’s the perfect position to show all of her room.
As I pull over her desk chair and climb on, I wonder why she has this thing hanging from the ceiling on a noose.
You know what? Some things are better kept a secret.
Taking my knife, I pop its beady little black eye out and replace it with the camera. It’s a perfect fit and only noticeable if you’re closer to it and looking for it.
Climbing down, I put the chair back and open my phone, checking to make sure the camera is working.
The image shows up on my screen, and I grin. I look up, giving the camera a wave, watching the footage mimic what I’m doing. Perfect.
“You look so fucking angelic when you sleep, my beautiful butterfly,” I murmur, walking towards Nola.
Standing at the foot of her bed, my hand grips my growing cock as I drink her in.
Her pretty pale skin is covered in our bite marks and bruising fingerprints. Each one given to her was rewarded with a moan or a whimper of pleasure.
Before Nola, I thought I could only get off if I was causing pain to the person I was fucking. And at the time, that was true.
I didn’t see any of those girls as anything but a willing hole who was just there for my pleasure and nothing else.
Nola is so much more. When I’m around her, she’s all I think about, all I fucking crave. She’s like a drug shot directly into my veins, a hit I want over and over again until my heart stops beating.
I love the chase, the thrill I get when we hunt her down. That moment we catch our prey and have our way with her, it’s exhilarating, the best sex of my life, hands down.
But the more time we spend with Nola, the more I realize that maybe I haven’t lost my humanity. That I might not be as fucked in the head or as big of a monster as I led myself to believe. As we all thought we were.
She grounds us, makes us feel human, makes us feel something no one has ever been able to.
So while I crave the time where we just let our sick little fantasies come out to play, I don’t need that kind of deranged mindset in order to enjoy sex.
Because just being inside Nola is more than enough.
The way she comes apart for us, like fucking putty in our hands, she’s perfect, just as fucked up in the head as we are.