Page 65 of Redemption

I leaned back in the chair and pushed my palms into my eyes, rubbing away the tiredness. I stood up, stretching my legs and then decided to call it a night, flicking off the lamp on the desk. As I turned, I looked out the window and immediately fixated on the cabin.

Jack was in there, post-shower judging by the towel hanging around his waist.

“Stop watching him,” I scolded myself. It was wrong and shameful but I couldn’t help it. I leaned against the wall and watched as he puttered around. He ate an apple while leaning against the small worktop of the kitchenette, taking huge bites out of it. I remembered the feel of his lips and teeth clamping down on my neck, my knees shook and Ialmost moaned.

Like he knew what I was thinking, his eyes snapped up and I froze when they collided with mine in the dark. I knew he couldn’t see me but I stood stock-still as he tilted his head from side-to-side. Then he disappeared. I released the breath I was holding but he reappeared, this time at the window, staring straight at me.

He ran his hand down his chest, slowly.

No way could he know I was here. This was crazy.

My breathing grew labored, like I’d just come back from a run. He trailed his hand lower until he gripped himself through the towel.

I gasped as he stroked himself, my cheeks heating and the pulse between my legs throbbed sharply. Oh my God, was he really doing that with me watching? He had to know.

He continued stroking over the impressive length that I wanted in my hands, my mouth, my pussy. My mouth watered as his head tipped back and I swear I heard his moan from here. I spun away from the window. I couldn’t do this, couldn’t violate his privacy any more like I had been. Even if I thought he was doing this for me.

A moment later, my phone pinged in my pocket. I pulled it out, turning down the brightness in case he could see me. I scrolled down the top bar and saw I had a message from him.

Jack: Enjoying the show?

My heart stuttered. Hedidknow I was watching. But how? How did he know? It was pitch black in here. I sank back in the shadows, my heart pounding, pulse throbbing. And my phone pinged again.

Jack: Unless I’m crazy…

Jack: Yeah I’m crazy. No way are you watching me, I guess I can keep going...

“Oh my God,” I groaned, clutching my phone to mychest. Did I dare peek? I slowly glanced around the window frame and saw him standing in the same spot, phone out, a massive grin on his face. I was simultaneously disappointed and pleased he wasn’t jerking off.

My phone pinged again, lighting up my face and I cursed and ducked back.

Jack: Gotcha.

Jack: Night, Kat. Sweet dreams x

I sank to the ground, a quivering mess of need. How did he get me so riled up like that? I wondered if he would have continued if I didn’t duck away. If he would have climaxed right there in front of me. I suddenly wanted to see that more than anything: his head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open as he grunted his pleasure.

I shook my head, pulling myself off the floor and refusing to glance out the window again and headed up to bed.

The next morning, Jack was on the porch, sipping the coffee that Tilly had brought him, and he smiled at me when I appeared. It was a pleasant smile but a knowing one and my cheeks flushed.

“Sleep well?” he asked, as we headed towards the stables. The insinuation in his tone had shivers racing up and down my spine, goosebumps spread across my bare arms. I didn’t answer him, didn’t know what to say. I felt guilty but also ridiculously turned on and frustrated. I was still mad that he rejected me and it all felt like we were playing with fire.

I managed to avoid him all day, he was out fixing fences and I was with the horses. When I came out from the stables to get some lunch, there were two men on the porch. One was dressed in a sharp suit, the other in black jeans and a t-shirt, arms folded across his massivechest. I headed towards them, fear sending my adrenaline skyrocketing when Daisy came out from the house instead.

“Shit,” I hissed and jogged towards the porch, trying to get there quicker. “It’s okay Daisy, I got it, you can go,” I said, terrified she would learn the truth.

Her gaze flicked towards me and she frowned. “Do we owe these people money?”

I waved her off. “It’s just a misunderstanding. Daisy please, I’ll handle it, go inside,” I tried to smile but my panic twisted it into a grimace. She reluctantly disappeared and I turned towards the men. “Can I help you?”

The one in the suit turned towards me, a smug smile dripping from his lips. I wanted to slap it off his face. His muscle man breathed heavily behind him, trying to appear threatening.

“Are you Katarina?” Suit asked.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Martin Mirander from Mirander Associates.” He held out his hand but I ignored it as my stomach plummeted. This was one of the companies we owed money to.

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