Page 15 of His Every Move

Her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I’ve been looking for a buddy. And Lucky is a great dog. He always makes me smile whenever I see you walking him.”

She put a hand to her chest, more tears flowing down her face. “Oh, Benji, you seriously don’t know how much that means to me. Thank you.”

She glanced at the closed door to her apartment, her asshole of an ex-boyfriend likely standing behind the door and listening to all of this go down. “I should get going. I’ll order his food and some supplies. Hopefully, it gets here tomorrow.”

“No need. I can make a trip to the pet store.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Samantha said. She surprised me with a tight hug before she grabbed her suitcase and rolled it down the hallway toward the elevator. I could hear her sniffling. Lucky tugged toward her, trying to follow. I opened the door to my apartment and nudged him inside.

“Hi, buddy,” I said, closing the door and taking his leash off. Lucky looked at me with big brown eyes, head cocked as if he were trying to make sense of what just happened. I gave him some head scratches before I went to my tiny kitchen, grabbed an old bowl, filled it with water, and set it down on the ground.

“Welcome home.”

Damn.

I couldn’t help but feel bad for the little guy. He had no idea his entire life had been irrevocably changed. He looked up at me with those innocent brown eyes, his tail slowly wagging. I gave him another head scratch.

“Today’s been a fucking day, huh?”

It had. I needed to de-stress… I needed a drink. I went to my freezer and pulled out the icy-cold bottle of vodka. I removed the orange cap and grabbed a cup. But before I poured anything, I took a shot directly from the bottle. Just to warm things up. Numb the stress, the second-guessing, the anxiety.

I poured a good amount into the glass and mixed it with Sprite. I gave it a twirl with a straw and took a sip.

Perfect.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked, thinking it could be Samantha, but instead, I was greeted with a notification telling me Eli was now online.

I went over to my couch and sat down. I had been wondering if Eli would stream tonight. He’d had quite a packed day.

There he was, wearing the same pink hat he’d worn when he’d come to see me only a few hours before. He got comfortable, lying back on his bed, rubbing his bulge. I shot a glance toward Lucky, who was sniffing around the living room. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. I was ready to just chill and jerk off while I watched Eli do the same.

Before I could even get hard, a message from Nomad appeared in the chat. Eli instantly noticed, too. His entire demeanor shifted, his body going taut.

NOMAD: Fuck, I can’t wait until I’m in that bedroom with you, watching you sleep, feeling your body heat against me. Damn.

My blood boiled.

“Alright, everyone, I think I’m going to call it early tonight.”

No, no. I didn’t want the night to end, nor did I want Eli to feel like he was being watched by someone who wanted to hurt him.

I clicked on the “private show” button. My phone buzzed again; this time, it was my bank telling me I’d just spent one hundred dollars. I swiped out of the notification and returned my attention to the computer.

“Hey, Night, how are you?” Eli asked once the stream went private, his smile wide and bright as he casually pulled off his underwear.

Just us. Just Eli and me.

NIGHTOWL: I’m doing great. Especially now that you’re on.

Chapter6

Elijah Grant

The private streamwith NightOwl helped rescue my evening from turning into a complete fucking shit-fest. He was my cyber knight in shining armor. Even when he wasn’t paying for a private show, he was a great tipper and a great conversationalist.

He was a good guy; I could sense that even through an anonymous profile. I made sure to put on a great show for him and then continued to chat with him until we both got tired.

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