Page 13 of Wicked Little Nightmare

If I told her about the hit list Skeeter had put together, maybe we wouldn’t have to do this anymore. As sexy as the brunette was… My dick was tired of fucking other women’s holes. Particularly when my girl was the best lay around these parts.

Now there was an idea. I could give her the list early. Her birthday was in a couple days, so it wouldn’t be weird. I hardly noticed as she slowed. She headed down the street opposite from our place and stopped outside the same house she always watched. She flicked her visor up and stared into the big bay window.

No sign of the little girl.

“Sorry, baby. She’s sleeping. It’s like almost four.”

“Yeah. I know.” Without warning, she took off back down the street, only stopping to open the underground parking and screech into our spot.

I hopped off before she could so I could help her down. We walked to the elevator and waited patiently inside before the doors opened and we could finally get inside.

“Want me to grill these? Or pan-fry?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you think, Cameron?”

“Grill?”

“Obviously. I’m gonna go shower while you do that. I got Honey’s perfume on me, and it smells like ass.” She was already stripping her clothes before I could answer and wiggled her hips, knowing I was watching that fine ass before it disappeared into our bathroom.

I set to work on the steaks, firing up the BBQ to preheat. I was excited to see her reaction once I laid out the candles and made it all romantic and shit and more so, her face when she opened the birthday present.

She was gonna flip when she saw that list.

It always amused me. From the outside, I was charming and all that, but the truth was, the women I fucked were nothingmore than human flesh-lights. Lakey got all the good parts left of me. It wasn’t much, not after the shit we lived through, but it had always been enough for her. I could be romantic if I wanted to be, but it was all reserved for her. I pondered on what fucking that brunette would have been like while I found the candles and lit them, setting the table before going and seasoning the steaks with a simple salt and pepper rub before putting them on the grill.

The sizzle always made me a little hard. It was the sound of something delicious coming down the line. Inhaling deeply, I closed the lid and went to start baking the potatoes and mushrooms. Thank God they were precooked and just needed some heating. Steaks would be done long before the potatoes if they weren’t. Which would just piss Lakey off.

She hated uncooked potatoes. Grabbing the file I’d hidden with the names and addresses, I set it on the table next to her plate. The steak timer had just gone off, almost on cue with the one on the stove screeching loudly.

Opening the grill and squishing down, they were a perfect medium rare. Setting them on a plate to rest, I brought them in and began to plate everything before setting them on the table.

I was just opening a bottle of red when I heard the shower turn off. I grinned and poured myself a glass, sipping it as I waited on her to come out. When she did, she was in lacy red panties and a boob-less bra strappy thing.

“Damn, baby girl. You gonna eat steak with those tits hanging out?”

She smirked. “Yes, and you’re gonna take it until I’m done. If you wanna tease me, I can tease you right back.” She inhaled deeply and noticed the table. “Aw, babe, is all this for little ole me? Smells amazing. Ooooh, what’s that?”

Sliding into her chair, she grabbed the file. Just as she was going to open it, I held my hand over hers. “After dinner,sweetheart. You’re gonna want to eat first for that. It’s an early birthday present.”

Her eyes widened. “Ooooh, I can’t wait. I love birthday presents!”

I cut into my steak with a chuckle. “I know, doll, I know.”

Six: Lakey

The steak was absolutely divine. It had been a while since the last time I had steak, let alone a rib eye and with the mushrooms and potato, I was in heaven. You’d think the way I ate, I should be a bigger girl, but I was ‘blessed’ with a metabolism that didn’t quit.

Literally.

I was hungry almost constantly. People always commented how nice it must be, but it really isn’t. It’s not nice feeling hungry all the time. It’s not nice feeling like all you do is eat to stave away the next time you’re hungry. It sucks, but I can’t say that because then I’m seen as ‘ungrateful’.

Anyway, I digress. Cam made these perfectly and if I wasn’t so curious about what was in the file, I’d have been eating much slower and truly enjoying the way it melted like butter on my tongue.

“Woah, babe, slow down. Jesus Christ, you’re gonna choke.” Cam was a quarter through his steak, and I was already eating the leftovers on the bone.

I grinned, well aware of the meat sticking in my teeth. “You said I couldn’t open my present until I was done eating sooooo…” To make a point I stuck the bone in my mouth and sucked it, taking off the last of the meat. “All done. Can I open it now?”

He chuckled and looked at me with that twinkle in his eye that I loved so much. He was up to something and if he was this excited about it, I was excited too. Cam rarely got excited about things.

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