Page 109 of Hayden's Stalker

I try my hardest to keep the feelings I had earlier when I was reading the stalker’s emails in my mind, but everything pales in comparison to the way I feel when Tati calls me the perfect man.

Despite knowing that I shouldn’t do it, I type out a flirty reply to her.

Meanwhile, I’m pretending that you’re in my bed in a silk nightgown to watch a movie with me.

I wait for a reply, but it doesn’t come, and I’m disappointed. I go back to Harrison’s message and call him.

“Hey, I’m not avoiding your messages. I was talking to Tati,” I tell him when the call connects.

“Oh, okay. What about?”

I sigh and admit, “How she’s everything I want in a partner, and we can’t be together.”

“Why not?”

“She has to just do her job,” I admit begrudgingly. “My stalker has been sending emails this whole time, apparently, but Cooper didn’t want me to know about it. She finally showedthem to me, and they’re—” I cut myself off when I gag at the memory. “They’re awful,” I finally finish.

“Shit. I don’t know what to say, Hayden,” Harrison says sympathetically. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, you didn’t do it,” I tell him with a laugh. “Anyway, I’m the one who fucked up and forgot about Jesse’s existence entirely when I gave Tati her room, so that’s why I feel guilty about it. Thanks for letting him sleep on your bus.”

We talk for a few more minutes before we end our call. I go back to my messages with Tati, but she hasn’t replied at all. I drop my phone again and head back to her room to talk to her in person again. As I raise my hand to knock on the door, I hear a soft moan and recognize the sound of her panting for breath.

I swallow heavily, and my cock stiffens as I listen to her quiet moans and pants for breath. I glance across to where Jesse’s sleeping, blissfully unaware, on the sofa nearby, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s overheard her do this or if she’s careful enough to make sure he doesn’t.

Unlike the night in my apartment, I’m certain she’s thinking about me this time, and my cock stiffens in my sweatpants. I reach into them and stroke it slowly to the soundtrack of Tati’s ecstasy. I’m as quiet as I can be, frequently glancing over at Jesse to make sure he hasn’t stirred.

When Tati falls silent, I head back to my room, cock in hand. I walk straight to my bathroom and shuck off my sweats before I climb into the bath. I turn on the shower and stroke myself as I imagine opening the door to Tati’s room.

She lies on the bed, totally naked, with her hand between her legs, and she looks up in surprise as I enter the room.

“Hayden, yes,” she moans as she looks me in the eyes.

“I’ll take it from here,” I assure her, and I position my head over her sweet pussy before I dive into it.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, then nip it and enjoy the squeal of delight she makes when I do. I push my fingers in and out of her as I eat her out, making her come so many times I lose count. Only then do I position myself over her and push my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

I grab her hips and fuck her before I roll onto my back so she’s riding me. She squeals as she bounces up and down on my cock. I reach between her to rub her clit while we fuck, and when she comes, she grips my cock so hard that I empty myself inside her.

I keep stroking myself, picturing this scene over and over until I come down the shower drain and wash myself off.

I stretch out on my bed and check my phone, but Tati hasn’t sent another message while I was busy masturbating over her.

I pick up my book and open it, losing myself in the story and forgetting all of the stuff happening in my life right now. It’s hours later, even though it doesn’t feel like it when the buses pull into the venue for tonight’s concert.

Tati and I sneak past Jesse, where he’s sleeping on the sofa, and as soon as I’m outside, it’s a relief not to have to whisper, and I say, “Ah, freedom to talk.”

“What would you like to talk about?” Tati asks.

As much as I know we can’t be together and why she’s insisting that we have only a professional relationship now, Tati seems determined to make that difficult for me.

I run my gaze over her body, wishing things were different for us. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Yes—I mean, no,” she stammers, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You seem unsure. Let me know if you decide you want me to tell you all the things I want to do to you,” I tell her quietly as we approach Gabriel and Harrison.

Tati’s breath catches in her throat, and the sound causes my cock to stir in my jeans.

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