Page 103 of Cam Girl

As much as I hate to admit it, I can see myself in this place.

I always thought once I made it to the big city, I’d want to stay. There was so much more to do and I craved the excitement, the anonymity of blending into a crowd of people who were just as hungry as I was.

Who am I kidding? I never go anywhere.

If I’m not at my own clinic, I’m inside the apartment, making media content and saving money. I’ve never taken advantage of any of the sights Baltimore has to offer.

I’ve never even been to the aquarium.

It’s not a stretch to imagine me and Soren walking down the street in Holly Brook. Or me and Aiden at one of the little tables on the sidewalk outside the general store, diving into a shared piece of pie on a hot day.

Or Tase greeting me at the clinic door with a smile and a kiss.

The images in my mind are so real my heart flutters. My pussy clenches, and I’m brought back to the other night in an instant.

My body is sore from being fucked so well, but I love the ache. Soren made me feel beautiful, desirable. So much more than any of the other men I’d been with or the random anonymous dudes online. They might offer up easy compliments and cash tips but they don’t know me.

Not the way he does.

Soren sees me, sees every flaw and virtue.

If someone had pulled me aside last week and told me this would happen, I’d have laughed and called them a liar. But here we are, and something has changed between us.

Not just the sex. The sex was great, but it’s more than that.

It’s the way Soren cradled me tightly to his side afterward, our fingers entwined. It’s the small kisses he pressed to myforehead and the way his beard tickled my skin. The way he looked at me, when he’d dropped the protective mask of rage and frustration.

I draw in a breath colored with fresh flowers and an undertone of roasting coffee.

Or maybe I’m deluding myself.

Things are changing and, for the first time in a long time, not in a bad way. I don’t have to curl in on myself and brace for the other shoe to drop. Which makes this even weirder.

Soren and I— I have no idea what we can be if we give it a chance. I’m past asking myself if I want to.I do.I want to see if there is something besides the fierce animalistic pull toward him. And Aiden, Tase…

I’m selfish, because I want them, too.

I want them all. The three of them with their history and connection, piled on top of me in bed and touching me, making me laugh.

Definitely deluding myself. I should seek psychiatric help. But the fantasies sure are pleasant.

With spring everywhere I look and my body still feeling deliciously used, it’s going to be a good day. Agreatday, I correct, heading down the sidewalk toward the clinic.

Until apprehension suddenly prickles the skin at the base of my neck and I stiffen, turning. My nerves fire.

There are plenty of people out this early in the day and maybe I’m just not used to seeing so many at once. I’ve gotten to be too much of a homebody for my own good.

Trying to shake off the uneasy feeling, I pick up the pace. A dull heavy sensation twists at the bottom of my stomach but I ignore it.

Stop being paranoid. It’s nothing.

The sensation refuses to leave though.

The further I walk, the more certain I am that I’m being watched, and every time I turn around I see nothing suspicious, only tourists I don’t know and locals I wouldn’t recognizeanyway. No one is even paying the slightest attention to me.

I hustle on, aiming for more speed without being too conspicuous about it.

Someone is watching me.

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