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Pup: There is something wrong with you.
Me: Yeah, I’m fevered, dying with anticipation of what it’s going to feel like when I’m balls deep inside that virgin pussy. Blood soaking my cock as I glide slowly in and out of your tight sheath until we’re both blinded by ecstasy.
I imagine the whimper trapped in her throat right now, and my cock is eager to feel that vibration with her mouth wrapped around it.I’m torturing myself now.
She struggles to respond, so I let her off the hook.
Me: Enjoy your lunch. Call me after.
Pup: I will!
Her audible sigh of relief is nearly loud enough for me to hear as she blows out a breath and tilts her head back up to the sunshine. A fiercely passionate woman lies locked inside her body, and unraveling her will be a joy.
As she approaches the café, Adeline has already arrived, waving from a small patio table crowded with succulents and scratched menus. Brea lights up when she sees her. After theyhug, Brea sits, legs crossed elegantly at the ankle, lavender dress folding neatly beneath her.
Adeline speaks with a smile on her lips and glee in her eyes as Brea ties her hair back, laughing at whatever was said. The sound doesn’t carry to where I stand across the street under a bookstore awning.
While the girls talk, laugh, and eat, I observe. I study Brea’s every movement. Breathe her in from the short distance and memorize the sight of her happiness, the way she animatedly speaks with her gesturing hands.
She has no idea I’m here. No clue that I’m doing exactly as she asked, because she lives in a safe bubble with the knowledge that I’ll always protect her. She doesn’t see my obsession as a threat, but I would have no problem locking her away from the world just to claim all her attention.
I’ve never been good with sharing, just ask my brothers. T.C. and T.J. have put up with my shit our entire lives. Everything has been a competition for me. They became cops, pleased to help the citizens of Portland, while I reached for the stars. To do and be better than anyone else. Those selfish dreams have gotten me to where I am today–a playboy football star without a care in the world about women.
Maybe not the image I wanted.
But it brought me to Brea, so can I really complain?
Chapter 14
Brea
An hour into lunch with Adeline, and my body still buzzes from T.K.’s texts. I wanted to continue, to respond with my own dirty thoughts, but I had no clue how or what to say. I mentioned the kittens because I was tempted to see about adopting one, but I’m not sure if T.K. is a cat man or not.
Would he let me even if he wasn’t?
“You’re thinking about him,” Addy teases as she sips her vanilla chai latte. “I can’t believe you just moved in with him.”She’s said that several times.
“Honestly, I got the feeling that if I hadn’t, he would have kidnapped me. This way, I had some sort of say.”
She shakes her head. Addy has known about my crush on T.K. since middle school.
“I suppose.” A thoughtful expression crosses her face. “What about those flowers last night? Any idea who they were from?”
If I had my guess, it’s the same woman who has been harassing me for the last few weeks–the woman in the leaked photos and videos of Tate. I haven’t mentioned anything to anyone because I don’t want our relationship exposed. Not until we’re ready. However, after the veiled threats in the text Ireceived after leaving the post office, I won’t have a choice much longer.
“I have my suspicions, but I’d like to be sure first.”Which I think I am.“I’m sort of hoping with the move, they’ll leave me alone now.” Despite the earlier text’s implication, I’m trying to remain optimistic.
“You should tell T.K. or Alex. Somebody who can take action should know, B.”I hate that she’s right.“Thor is bad enough, but at least you know how to deal with him. Unless... Do you think it’s him?”
I shake my head. “It’s not Thor. He’s a harmless pain in the butt. He’s not the threatening type. Intimidation is more his style.” Which, honestly, only makes me angrier. He’s supposed to be my friend. He should be supporting me, and instead, he seems to be trying to control me.
“I worry about you, Brea.” Addy reaches across to grip my hand in hers. “I want you happy, and I can see that T.K. does it for you. It’s everything else that seems to be pushing you to the limits, and a person can only handle the pressure for so long.”
Softening at her words, I offer a smile. “He does, and I know you’re right. I’m just not sure how to approach it all. It’s overwhelming.” So many things in my life seem to be, lately, and I hate it.
“Let me help. I can give my brother a call. He’s a special victims detective now and can offer some advice on your options, at least.”
My hesitation to answer isn’t due to a lack of appreciation, but I’d rather that others not know how scared I am. The text, which threatened to expose more incriminating images of T.K. to the public, really rattled me. I was hired to clean up his image, to show that he’s a
