Page 20 of Demons

So what that he’d paid for my meal yesterday? And he might possibly be leaving my favorite cookies on my front porch, but I had no proof it was him leaving the cookies.

I was his jockey. He’d probably paid for our meal to be nice. That kind of thing. Me making it more than it had been was stupid. Last night, I had spent entirely too much time thinking about Thatcher. I should have been focused on the upcoming race and paying closer attention to the past races I had been watching of horses and jockeys I’d be up against next week.

Fighting the urge to glance back and see if Thatcher was still there or not was hard. I needed to get a grip. There was nothing about me that was that man’s type.

“I heard you got to ride Zephyr yesterday,” Sebastian said as we made our way to the track.

“Yes,” I replied. “He is incredible.”

“He is something else,” he agreed. “Thatcher hasn’t even let Christopher on him yet. He’s been handling all his exercising.”

I hadn’t realized that. My chest loosened up, and unable to help myself, I glanced back, but Thatcher and the blonde were both gone. Why had he let me ride him if he wasn’t letting their best exercise rider ride him? Because I was the jockey—that was why. I was trying to read more into it because I was pathetic.

“Morning,” Miller called out as we approached. “Glad you’re here early, Capri. After Christopher takes him around a few times, I want you to open him up.”

Miller seemed friendlier than he’d been this week.

“Okay,” I agreed. That was what I’d been planning on.

Sebastian patted Bloodline as he unhooked his lead, then stepped back beside me. “Let’s see what he can do.”

After getting clean, I’d stayed under the hard spray of water in my shower until it turned cold.

Esther had texted me three times and called once, trying to get me to go on a double date. Although it wasn’t with Haines but some guy from Jaiden’s work, I had said no. She didn’t understand my need to prepare this week. Workouts, eating lean, and sleep. Dating wasn’t on the agenda.

I slipped on some panties and then continued to towel-dry my hair before walking into the living room. It had been a hot one today, and my air conditioner was struggling to cool down my house. Good thing about living alone, I could walk around naked or just in my panties when I wanted to. I went through the living room and into the kitchen to get my water bottle off the counter and drink some more. My eyes went to the window while I drank my water. The darkness had settled over the backyard, and the view unsettled me since the night I’d thought I’d seen a shadow out there. Refusing to let my fear take control again, I turned and went back to the bedroom and slipped on a tank top before going to the sofa and sitting down.

I had more studying to do. I turned on the television to watch some more of the races I’d found on YouTube.

My gaze swung over to the window across from me. I already knew there was no one out there, yet I’d gone and put on a tank anyway. I debated on getting up and closing the curtains, but decided against it. I wasn’t going to let my thoughts even cater to my imagination because I’d get all worked up again and not sleep well. I needed sleep.

I focused on the race I had just turned on and the two jockeys who would be at the invitational with me. This was where my attention should be. Not on some phantom that didn’t exist in my backyard.

• Nine •

Whatever fucker had taught her how to do that, I was going to kill them.

Thatcher

I couldn’t decide if I was pissed off that she walked around topless with her curtains open. It wasn’t like anyone could see her unless they were in her backyard. It still annoyed me.

Her tits weren’t as small as the sports bras she wore had made them seem. In fact, they were a solid handful with pretty little pink nipples. I adjusted my cock, which had thickened at the sight of her sweet, little, naked body until the zipper was cutting into it.

The tank top she’d slipped on after looking out here wasn’t helping. At least she’d sat down. Her ass was as perfectly round and toned as it looked in jeans and riding pants. I hadn’t expected the pink lace thong when she turned around and walked away. I’d thought she would choose a comfortable, more boring pair of panties. Those didn’t check either box. She didn’t need to leave her curtains open if she was going to strut around like that.

She pulled her legs up onto the sofa and crossed them, giving me a clear view of her cunt. Fuck, I needed a smoke. But with her eyes darting this way every once in a while, I couldn’t light one up. I wasn’t leaving until she covered her ass up or turned out the lights and went to bed. She was too exposed. I was sure no one else was planning on stalking her backyard tonight, but I still couldn’t bring myself to just walk away.

From here, it looked like her pussy was bare. At least the smooth lips that the pink lace wasn’t covering completely. I wondered if she was waxed. A grin tugged at my mouth. I doubted my little doll would let someone touch her there. If she was waxed, she did it herself. The inner war inside me—that wanted to keep her pure and wholesome, but also fantasized about shoving my cock in her mouth or pulling her hair while I slammed into her from behind—was ongoing.

Those fantasies would stay just that. I’d never touch her. I was pretty fucking sure I’d break her. She was too tiny, and the things I wanted weren’t for a little thing like her. Lately, she’d been the reason I closed my eyes when I got off inside a female. Thinking about her face made the orgasm more powerful. Another thing I couldn’t quite figure out the reason behind. It wasn’t like I wanted an inexperienced cunt, but, damn, the thought of fucking her worked me up.

She picked up the remote and turned off the television. Hopefully, she was going to get up or at least close her fucking legs. My dick needed to go down, and I needed to leave. I watched her as she looked out the window again. Then, she sighed heavily, causing her tits to rise and fall underneath that snug tank top she had on. I dropped my gaze back to her cunt and saw her hand moving, and then her fingertips slid down between her lips, shoving the strip of fabric that had been wedged in them to the side.

Jesus Christ. Was she about to get herself off? All the times I’d watched her, and not once had she even come close to doing this.

Her middle finger sank inside her tight hole, and my hands were at the button on my jeans immediately. When I glanced up at her face, she laid her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Those plump lips of hers were slightly parted.

I jerked my zipper down and pulled out my fully erect dick. Probably should leave, but I wasn’t going to. Her body shifted, and I dropped my gaze to see she’d uncrossed her legs and had them wide open now with her feet up on the sofa and knees bent. I squeezed my dick, then began to pump as I watched, completely fascinated. Moving closer to the house but staying out of her view, I could hear my own heavy breathing.

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