Page 10 of Voyeur

Chapter Eight

Stephen

I was in trouble.

I was definitely falling for this girl, even though initially my intentions had been for a casual hookup, and maybe a friendship.

But her creativity, her passion, and the vulnerability she’d shown me, all combined to make her impossible to get out of my head. Oh, and she was sexy as hell.

After our fun in the hot tub, Kylie went back up to her cabin to paint while I did physical therapy. We both stayed inside our respective cabins, since there was no need to stare at each other from afar anymore.

But by nightfall, I was craving her company again.

I made my way back up to her cabin, where she greeted me at the door wearing a smile and nothing else.

I scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom again, but this time I slid between the sheets with her.

We made love slowly this time, locking eyes as we faced each other on our sides. The first time had been rough and fast, like we needed to get each other out of our systems. But this time I savored every inch of her, kissing her porcelain skin, watching as her lips and cheeks turned pink when she came. Afterward, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

But a noise woke me in the middle of the night.

My eyes flew open at the sound of a car door slam, and then the rustling of grass and leaves underneath someone’s feet.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Kylie was still fast asleep. I had always been such a light sleeper. I slowly moved my arm out from under her, careful not to disturb her. I threw on my pants, which lay discarded on the floor, then slipped quietly outside.

I crept around the perimeter of the cabin, careful not to make a sound. When I reached Kylie’s bedroom window, that’s where I saw him.

The creep—Kylie’s ex-boyfriend Ben, it had to be—was peering in her window, and he was holding a knife.

I wanted to fucking kill him.

But I had to stay cool. Working for the Howlers had prepared me to keep my head in a fight.

I look around me for anything to use as a weapon. A rock wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me this time.

An old broken board from the cabin renovations lay on the ground near me. I picked it up, hoping there were rusty nails in it.

As the creep fiddled with the window, trying to open it, I snuck up behind him.

His expression when I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around was priceless.

I used all my strength to smash him across the face with the board. I heard a cracking sound and thought with satisfaction that I had probably broken his nose.

But Ben recovered more quickly than I expected—he dropped the knife and took off sprinting towards his car.

I cursed my bad knee as I limped after him. I was almost healed but couldn’t move as fast as I used to.

Despite my injury, I nearly caught up to him. He was only ahead of me by a few yards but managed to make it to his car and drive off before I could reach him.

He may have gotten away this time, but he wouldn’t be so lucky again.

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