Page 47 of Stella
That’s okay, I’m up late. I’m a night owl
Just perfect.
Her persistence does nothing for my swelling cock, and I know I’ve got to get my head out of the gutter. But how my body reacts to her instantly is something I’m not used to. I like to get to know a woman before we get physical. I’m not like other guys. There haven’t been a whole bunch of one-night stands for me, because I’m just not made that way. I’ve had a couple of relationships, but this feeling? I know I’ve never had it before.
Rightness. Even though I know it isn’t right, heck, there’s nothing right about it. I’ve had time to stew over her age, and her lack of experience isn’t a turn off. On the contrary. I would love to be the first and only man in her bed. That’s the other thing; this weird obsession I have that she isn’t mine, but can’t be anyone else’s. She does this to me.
She makes me feral in ways that I didn’t know I had inside me. Deep, dark parts that wanted to rip that Blake dude’s arms off so he could never touch her again, and then rip his eyeballs from his sockets so he can’t look at her. Okay, that’s a little dark, but you get the picture. It’s like she’s marked as mine, and now there’s no going back.
What doesn’t help? Tonight is quiet, so my mind has time to wander. And not only that, my patrol car wanders past the bakery.
Of course it’s closed because it’s nighttime, but I can see lights upstairs.
I shouldn’t go inside. I shouldn’t even fucking be here.
“Man up,” I tell myself. “For fuck’s sake. Collect the jacket, tell Stella thank you, and that what happened the other night can’t happen again.”
Well, nothing did happen aside from her touching me.It was your fault,I remind myself.If you had let her hand go when you helped her out of the truck, then maybe you wouldn’t be such a schmuck about this.
I swipe a hand over my face.
“Sorry! I get handsy when I’m tipsy.”
She had no reason to apologize, even when she did pat my face adoringly. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and just like Stella. She’s just naturally a kind and generous person, and it’s one of the reasons I get mad when assholes like Blake try to take advantage. Stella thought she was the smart one, making me jealous, but what she didn’t know is what that asshat could’ve been planning. That’s where her naivety comes in. Maybe she is the best karate expert in the world, but she also needs to be more street smart.
I grip the steering wheel as I stare straight ahead.
“One minute,” I tell Calli. “I’ll just go for one minute, and we don’t even have to go inside. She can just hand me the jacket, and that’ll be that.” Calli whimpers, and I pet her head. “Exactly my thoughts, sweetheart. I know you like her, but Dad has to be careful here. Stella’s precious. She has the ability to make me crazy. I say and do things I wouldn’t normally do, and that’s scaring the fucking shit out of me.”
Calli tilts her head, and I sigh. “I know. I’m talking shit. Just get out of the fucking car and grow some balls,” I tell myself.
I hook on Calli’s leash and open my door. Calli hops over the console and jumps out, her tail wagging as we head out back.
I shoot Stella a text.
Me
Sorry for the late notice. I’m here. Can only stay for a second though
I don’t expect a reply to come through right away, but it does.
Stella
Hey! Ok! Is Calli with you?
Me
Yeah
Stella
I’ll be right down
I steel myself as we make our way around the back. Security lights come on, and I see the cameras. I’m glad she has proper security, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from Harlem.
I clear my throat and go to knock, then I stop.
Fuck.
