Page 14 of Love is Trash in Hallow's Cove

I throw on my jacket and head downstairs and out the back door to where I’ve parked my car behind the shop. A loud clanging and a muttered curse stop me in my tracks.

The sound came from the alley. Against my better judgment, which was never that great to begin with but is severely lacking lately, I peek around the building into the dark alley. I glimpse pastel hair and Hayley’s pert ass in a pair of clingy sleep shorts before she steps back inside her building. Beans tugs me a few steps towards her, then freezes beside the dumpster when her scent hits us.

Not just the smell of her that I catch a hint of wherever she’s been, but that rich, musky smell that permeated her panties. It’s even stronger now, and it’s coming from inside the dumpster. Did she throw away another pair of underwear?

I look inside and startle when I see the source.

It’s her vibrator.

I blink down at the wand, struggling to process why she’d throw it away.

Is it… a sign?

Wait, did she actuallywantme to see her and then got frustrated, and put her vibrator out here when I didn’t keep watching?

Does that mean she knows I’m the one who stole her panties?

Oh god, what if this is actually an elaborate trap to catch her panty thief in the act?

I stand there next to the dumpster for an embarrassingly long amount of time as my thoughts race. I need to get out of here in case she comes back, but I’m paralyzed by indecision.

Should I take it? Would it be wrong to take it?

It’s not any different from the tablet, right? She took something and threw it away, and I found it. It looks like the charger is next to it, so maybe it would be a simple fix. I could take it inside and fix it for her and then…

And then what? Knock on her door and present her the vibrator I fished out of the trash like I’ve done something helpful and not something supremely weird.

The scent of her arousal clouds my mind and Beans makes the decision for me. I grab the vibrator and charger and race back inside my place, heart slamming in my chest as I wait for the police or someone to knock on the door and tell me they know what I’ve done.

A tense few minutes pass, but nothing happens.

I look down at the wand clutched in my hands, and bring it up to my mouth. It didn’t touch anything grossin the dumpster and I’ve licked far more suspect things in my raccoon form.

Hayley’s potent taste makes my taste buds sing the second my tongue makes contact with the rounded head of the wand, and I shudder, balls aching to unload at this small sample of her. If my mouth were bigger, I’d put the entire head of the vibrator in my mouth and suck on it like a lollipop until I get every last trace of my mate’s essence.

I tug my cock out and stroke it, savoring Hayley’s taste as I imagine that my tongue is on her hot little pussy and not this lifeless toy. She’d buck against my mouth and whine, oversensitive from the orgasms I’d already given her, but I’d be greedy for more of her arousal. I wouldn’t stop until my beard was completely soaked with her and I could smell my mate on me for days afterwards.

I come so hard at the thought that my vision whites out for a second. I moan, stomach bunching as I keep stroking despite how sensitive I am, milking all my cum out until my hand is coated with it.

The vibrator clatters from my hand down to the floor as my body sags, my fevered need for Hayley sated for the moment. I grimace at the mess I’ve made, tucking my cock back into my pants and scooping up the vibrator and charger before heading out of the stock room and back upstairs to my apartment so I can wash off.

With each step I take up the stairs, my stomach sinks further.

That was a mistake.

A big one.

Not only have I violated Hayley’s privacy and stolen something from heragain, but now my crazed jerkoff session has crumbled the shoddily erected barriers I’ve been using to keep her out of my mind.

She’s my mate, and I can’t ignore that. Not after I’ve seen her and tasted her.

I reluctantly set the vibrator and charger down on the workbench in my office, when really what I want to do is keep it close to me like some kind of perverted security blanket. It’s bad enough that I’m keeping her panties inside my pillow case so I can get a faint hint of her smell as I fall asleep at night.

Ugh, what a mess.

I head into my bedroom, both sad and thankful that Hayley’s window is dark. I shut my blinds just in case, then strip and go into the attached bathroom to shower off my shame.

As the hot water pelts my over-sensitized skin, I make a decision.

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