Page 7 of Voyeur

Chapter Six

Stephen

I shook my head and chuckled to myself as I strode down the hill in the dark back toward my cabin.

I thought it had gone pretty well—I’d enjoyed having a stimulating conversation with Kylie and I was starting to get to know her. And I was stimulated in more ways than one.

My cock twitched when I thought of her swinging one long leg over me, eager to rip off our clothes. It had taken everything in me to not go further, to not fuck her right then and there in the light of the moon.

But it wouldn’t have been right. She’d had several beers and I could tell she wasn’t sober. Hopefully she’d still feel the same way about hooking up with me in the morning.

I wasn’t far past Kylie’s cabin when I noticed a car parked on the fire road near Kylie’s house. It wasn’t her car.

Nobody ever came up here, unless they were staying in one of the two cabins. Kylie hadn’t mentioned having company.

I reached in my back pocket and took out the heat sensing monocle I kept there. As the Sergeant at Arms of the Howlers, I was always prepared, and I had lots of handy little gadgets like this. You never knew when they’d come in useful.

I held the monocle up to my eye and trained my vision on the area surrounding the car. Sure enough, there was the outline of someone creeping around Kylie’s house. It looked like they were headed to her bedroom window.

It was late, and I seriously doubted Kylie was expecting anybody. Whoever it was, they were too far away to see or notice me.

I’d change that.

I reached down to the ground and felt around until I found a nice, heavy rock. Then I hurled it at the guy, hard.

He yelped in pain as it hit him in the shoulder, and then scampered off to the car in the fire road.

It was too dark for me to make out the license plate, but I would be sure to ask Kylie about the car tomorrow. Hopefully I hadn’t just injured and scared off one of her friends, although from the time of day and the way he was creeping around, I seriously doubted it.

Besides, if they were supposed to be here, wouldn’t they have continued to Kylie’s house?

Then it occurred to me that whoever it was might have been looking for me, and had just gotten the wrong cabin. Gangs make enemies, and maybe someone thought this would be a good time to beat me up or take me out, since I was injured and vulnerable. I mean, that was part of the reason the Howlers had put me up here, after all.

But I’d noticed the guy was clumsy and a slow runner. A rival gang wouldn’t send someone after me who moved so poorly.

I went from feeling blissful and content to anxious and concerned. I had to talk to Kylie about this guy tomorrow.

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