Page 18 of Lucky Shot

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Please.

User: Ladypoison

I’m sorry, I can’t do a live chat right now.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Can we just chat through messages then?

Ugh, what should I do here? Should I just tell him that all of this was a mistake, and that I can’t speak with him anymore? The very thought causes a feeling of loss to soar through me, along with nausea. I don’t want to stop talking to him. He’s the first person since I escaped Chicago, and left everyone I cared for behind, who makes me feel normal and wanted, as if I am not this shadow person who just wants to be loved. I scroll back to all the messages he sent me earlier. You can sense the rising panic in them. Is he really worried that I’ll ask someone else? Yeah, that ship has sailed. I would rather Lorna just fire me at this point.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Are you still there, álainn?

Everything in me is telling me to just close the message, shut my laptop, and forget all about him. No good can come from continuing to respond to his messages, and I have more than enough to handle right now, without adding more to my overflowing plate. I grab the bottle of whiskey, and take an inelegant rough drink right out of the bottle. The smooth, light flavor, with enticing notes of pepper, wood, and vanilla, hits my taste buds, and burns going down my throat. It helps to ward off the chill that’s wrapped itself around me. I take another huge gulp, knowing I need the liquid courage to help me get through all of this.

User: Ladypoison

I’m here.

Close the chat! Do the smart thing, Phoebe!This will lead only to more danger. What if this guy also develops an obsession with you? How many unhinged men are you going to run from? There won’t be anywhere safe left for you to hide. At the thought of safety, a pair of large hazel eyes enters my mind, and I feel my breath stutter in my chest. God, I miss Aiden. I miss his warm smile, his gruff voice, and the way he always made me feel like the most precious thing in the world to him. Nothing hurt me more than lying to his face, and then running for my life. I take another huge gulp, the warming effects of this whiskey making me feel more pliable, as I lean back against the backrest of the couch, and get more comfortable.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Did you have a good day so far? I missed talking to you. I haven’t been able to concentrate on my work today. You’re all I can think about, beautiful.

Oh. My. God.That is the sweetest thing anyone has said to me in such a long time. The lonely part of me lights up like a little kid at Christmas time with pleasure. He hasn’t been able to think about anything else but me.Fuck.If it hadn’t been for what happened at the school cafe, I probably would have been in the same situation, and only thinking about him. God knows my hangover was due to my mind’s nonstop criticism, and rambling, last night. I take another smaller sip of my drink, and allow my fingers to slide across my keyboard before I can think through my actions.

User: Ladypoison

It wasn’t the greatest, to be honest. Sucked big time. I missed talking to you too. What were you thinking about???

Ohmyfuckinggod,what the hell am I doing right now? Am I flirting with him through messages? What is wrong with me? I don’t have time to think of an answer, or analyze my actions, before his next message pops up on the screen, and pulls a small smile from my lips.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

I’m sorry to hear your day wasn’t great. Hopefully, it will get better, now that you’re chatting with me??. I was thinking about ALL of your pretty freckles. Especially the ones on your lower half, if I’m being honest. And the way your face lights up when you smile, and how your laugh gives me goosebumps.

Jesus.

I take another massive gulp of whiskey as my face flushes hot. He’s been thinking about how I look naked, and my freckles, especially the ones on my legs and pussy. I know I should probably be embarrassed, and I am to a certain degree, but I’m also starting to get turned on. I can feel my panties getting damp, and my core clenches, as I picture my shadow man stroking himself to the image of me on the screen.

User: Ladypoison

Freckles, huh? That was all you were thinking about?

User: Strokemyshillelagh

No, I was picturing how good you would taste as I licked your pretty, pink pussy, and used my teeth on your hard, little nipples. Every single part of you is beautiful, and I’ll bet you taste sweeter than ice cream. I just want to eat you up. I know you would be my favorite meal.

Oh my lord. He didn’t hesitate to go there. I know I opened the door to it, but I didn’t expect him to march right through it.He’s a man, Phoebe, a horny one on the internet, paying for live porn. You thought he would behave chastely?I chastise myself as I attempt to steady my breath, and reach to pull my shirt off. It’s starting to get really hot in here, or maybe it’s just that I’m starting to feel tipsy, on top of being turned on.

User: Ladypoison

Is that all you would do to me?

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