Page 74 of Left in the Dark

I have so many questions, and the only one who can provide the answers is her.

Uneasiness trails through me as I picture her in that cabin, alone in the woods. Despite our cameras, it’s not safe for her there.

What would she do if someone broke in?

Jaxson would cutmy balls off with a dull butter knife if he knew I was lurking around the cabin Delaney’s renting.

Delaney has been in the cabin in the woods for four days. So far, her father and his minions seem to be leaving her alone, but I’m not taking any chances.

Standing in the shadows behind some trees, I suck in a breath as she undresses, shedding her clothing piece by piece until she stands there, gloriously naked.

Fuuuucck. She’s perfect.

Her body has changed, her breasts and hips fuller than when she was eighteen and belonged to me.

If she would’ve been honest and told me her father was abusing her, I would have gotten her out of that fucking house. The secrets drove us apart. But it won’t be long until I pry the ugly truths from her.

She climbs into the tub, and I see an opportunity. Beneath the cover of darkness, I head to the patio doors and slip inside. Sneaking up the stairs, I peek around her doorway, ensuring she’s not paying attention, and then I slip inside her bedroom.

A grin splits my face when a Sleep Token song starts playing, and she sings along.She still has excellent taste in music.

Heading to the laptop on the desk, I type in her password, which was too easy for me to figure out. I shake my head as she continues singing, using the flash drive to install what I need.Now I’ll know every time she uses it.

I stand, getting ready to leave, when her cell phone rings.

Shit. My gaze darts around the room before I crawl beneath the bed.

“Hi, Callie. I just got out of the bathtub. Can I call you back in a few minutes?” She’s quiet for a moment before she says, “Sounds great. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Ensuring the volume on my phone is off, I lie on my stomach, watching her dry off, and then comb her hair through the cameras on my phone. I hold my breath when her bare feet pad into the bedroom, close to where I lie. I bite my lip to stifle thegroan when she opens her dresser, pulls out a thong, and steps into it.

Her footsteps move away, heading to the closet.

I exhale the breath I’d been holding, listening to the hangers squeaking as she sorts through her clothing. Then her feet head my way. The bed shifts as she climbs onto the mattress.

Oh, fuck me. She’s so close the scent of her body wash infiltrates my nose.I breathe it in, holding it in my lungs. The only part of her I have right now.

Despite lying on my stomach, my dick hardens, pressing against the damn floor. It’s uncomfortable, but I can’t just roll out from beneath the bed.

Focus on something else to make it go away.

But I can’t.My body is acutely aware of her presence, and my mind won’t stop whirling with images of her naked body.

Jaxson, the jackass that he is, was right when he said I have a type, and every one of them resembled Delaney. What he doesn’t realize is my tastes are particular. While he saw a brunette with green eyes, I saw the same shade of hair as Delaney had or the same vibrant green eyes. Sometimes, it was the way the woman smiled that reminded me of her.

I never said the woman’s name during sex because I was too afraid I’d call out Delaney’s name. I stuck with the standard endearments if I said anything to them.

I have a few specific rules I never break.

Rule # 1: I never kiss them on the mouth.

Rule # 2: I never take a woman home with me. Ever. I don’t want them to get attached and think they have a chance with me.

Rule # 3: Ialways use a condom.

Delaney’s phone rings and the bed creaks as she adjusts her position. I’d give anything to watch her right now.

I hear her ask how her “kids” are doing. She’s quiet, except for the occasional sniffing. “I miss them. Even though they can be little brats.”

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