Page 34 of Right Number, Wrong Man
The interruption was entirely my fault, though. If I hadn’t erupted like a spunk fountain in the projector room, I wouldn’t have bumped into the shelf while panic-cleaning my cum off the furniture.
It was a close one, but I think she bought the excuse about my wallet. Hailey never holds anything back. If she had any inkling it was me sexting with her, she would’ve accused me.
Lord knows she loves doing that.
But when she called me Daddy? Hot damn. That was every bit as sexy as I imagined. Sir really did it for me,too. One day, I wanna hear those words straight from her lips, not read them in a text or listen to ‘em in a recording.
I down a shot of bourbon and slam the glass onto the coffee table. It’s my second. Drinking this early in the day ain’t like me, but nothing that happened in the past days is like me.
I barely recognize the man I’m turning into.
I’m losing control.
Yesterday after that ridiculously adorable mop attack, I took Hailey’s hand. I could tell how much that confused her. But fuck, her skin was so warm and silky… and I loved her nails. Those pink flowers are so Hailey in the best way. Cute and pretty.
I admit I used her confusion about the handholding to talk her into visiting my folks with me. Ain’t the most gentlemanly thing to do, but in love and war, anything’s fair.
I still can’t believe I get to pick her up and do the drive with her. Just us.Alonein my car. We’ll listen to music together and I’ll steal glances while I smell her perfume.
I wonder if her scent will stay in my car when she’s gone. I hope so.
And that shooting lesson I promised?
If I squint real hard the idea almost looks like a date. I’ll take her to my favorite quiet spot out by the forest edge where I go when I need to think in peace. It’s beautiful this time of year with all the wildflowers in bloom.
And nobody’s gonna bother us there.
Nobody.
My pulse gallops. Do I trust myself out in the woods alone with Hailey?
I’d never do anything she doesn’t want, but touching myself to her videos has awakened something dangerous in me. The possessive beast I locked away to keep her safe.The monster inside me that wants to own her, sink its teeth into her, and never let go.
I roll my shoulders as my aching cock rises. Before I know it, I’m walking upstairs to the dresser by my bed and dig through socks in the middle drawer until I find a small, sealed plastic bag.
My breath goes thick as my eyes land on the ruined pink panties inside.
Through the plastic, I trace the lace edges. For twelve years, I’ve never taken them out of the bag. If I did, they’d lose her smell, but like this, they’re a perfectly preserved piece of our Halloween night.
No, fantasizing and jerking off won’t do. Even her videos won’t be good enough much longer.
I need to touch her. Hold her. Fuck her. Make her scream.
I sigh, shaking my head at myself. This obsession is exactly why I stayed away. I knew if I crossed the line one more time, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I remember what it was like when I took her virginity. When I hurt her. Those whimpers were the sweetest sounds I ever heard, but I was an amateur then. Inexperienced.
I could do so much better now.
If Hailey let me, I’d show her pleasure and pain beyond her dirtiest imagination. I’d tease and torment her, ripping the loveliest cries from her throat, and I know she’d like it, too.
But she’d never trust me like that.
After hiding the bagged panties in the drawer, I go downstairs and drop onto the sofa. My knee bounces as I glance at Mike’s phone on the coffee table.
True, she wouldn’t trust me as Colt. But if I play my cards right, she might trust her anonymous admirer.
Smirking, I grab the phone and type out a message.
