Page 6 of My Secret Protector
Her bright blue eyes study me. “Not much of a talker, either?” she smirks and cocks her head to the side as she looks up at me.
Act cool. Act like you don’t give a shit.Those are the thoughts that roll through my head, but I do the exact opposite.
I throw her a short grin back. “Nope, princess. Not much of that either.” Fuck me sideways, I didn’t mean to say all that. And I definitely didn’t mean to call her princess even if I do call her that in my head sometimes.
Her eyes light up at the nickname. “Princess, huh?” She sidles up closer to me and places a hand on my chest. Fuck, her touch feels good. “Does that make you my prince?”
Hell in a handbasket. My cock pulses in my pants. I want this woman more than anything. I’ve watched her enough to know that she doesn’t flirt with everyone. She doesn’t feel this with just anyone.
Mine. Mine. Take what’s mine.I want possession of her more than anything. The fact that I can’t have her makes me want to beat my chest and let out a primal yell.
I lean down and press a small kiss along the shell of her ear. The sharp intake of her breath and the way she trembles against me make me feel like a king. “I’m no kind of prince, sweetheart. More like the evil pirate,” I whisper.
I pull back from her. She watches me closely, lust clearly defined in every pixie feature. The buzzing of my phone stops our staring contest.
“Bye princess,” I say.Time to blend back into the crowd.
I disappear before she can say another word. Disappearing is what I’ve always been good at. The problem is that I don’t want to hide myself anymore. I’m afraid now that I’ve felt the touch of her skin, I’m addicted, and I’ll never be able to truly disappear again. I look back to see a disappointed look on her face.Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could stay and be with you.
Later that night, I can’t settle. I watched her leave the club shortly after our interaction. I watched the way her shoulders drooped as she looked for me and didn’t see me again. I watched my spirited girl lose some of her sparkle.I did that.Guilt feels like lead in my stomach.
I want more.I’ve been so close to my girl. She knows what I look like. I’m wanting things I definitely shouldn’t want. I usually watch her room from afar, but the need to be close to her makes me ache.I need to see her again.
I find myself unable to push away that niggling voice that wants to be near her. I approach her apartment slowly. I hook my leg around the landing and toe my way across the narrow ledge leading around to her side of the apartment. I land on her back patio softly, with nary a thud to announce my arrival. They don’t call me Shadow for nothin’.
I watch her through the window. I hear her soft sigh and the murmurs she emits as she turns fitfully in her sleep. Her long leg sneaks out from under the covers and then finally she wriggles the rest of her body out of the sheets. She always does this. She always pushes aside her covers and sleeps fitfully.
Tonight is different though. Her sighs are more sensual. There’s a small smile that curves her lips.
Her silk nightgown rides up and I tell myself to look away. Her hand strokes along her stomach in her sleep and I groan. Her hand is so close to touching herself, to touching her folds and pleasuring herself.
I shouldn’t watch her like this. I shouldn’t want her this much.My cock is rock hard and painful. I press my hand against my jeans where my hard length begs to be released.
I know I’ll watch her from the abandoned house across the street tonight. I know I’ll think of her as I stroke my cock. I’ll think of her blue eyes gazing up at me as I sink inside of her. When I finally let myself reach an unsatisfying climax, it’ll be her I long to spill my seed into.
I finally turn away from her, letting my body cool. I know I shouldn’t want it, but I can’t stop myself from thinking it.One day. One day I’ll have her.
Chapter Nine
Blind dates are in their own circle of hell. -Flora
“He seems nice, Flora. Maybe you should just give him a chance,” Sandra’s whiny voice is starting to get on my nerves at this point. I know she wants me to go on a double date with her and her boyfriend, Steve, but I also know that I have no need to date ever again, at least in my lifetime. Maybe men will be better in the afterlife, but I doubt it.
Sandra just joined the squad this year, and for some reason she’s decided to stick to me like glue. I guess no one told her I’m a grumpy bitch most of the time.
Why I’m still a cheerleader is a mystery to everyone, even myself sometimes. I think it’s because my mom was. I have good memories of looking through her old high school yearbook while she gushes over the good times she had on her squad. After she passed, it was a way of being connected to her. I love parts of it. The physicality of it. Some of the girls. Leading them in something that makes us unified. There’s also a part of me that is ready to be done with it. Needless to say, my graduation can’t come fast enough. I’m looking forward to being a counselor for other women who have been through hell and back.
“I’m good, Sandra. No need to set me up.” The words come out muffled because I’m gritting my teeth at this point. She’s already asked and been told several times that I’m not interested.
“You’re wasting your breath, Sandra. She’s too heartbroken over Tim, anyway. Ditched for a freshman, Flora?” Veronica Cash, another cheerleader, aka the bane of my existence, tsks, “how horribly sad and pathetic.” Her blonde ponytail swings side to side violently as she shakes her head. “Guess I’ll just have to tell Tim that you’re still in love with him and may never get over him.”
Fuck this mean girl and her stupid teasing. Veronica is just like the girls that once teased me in high school. She’s so damn full of herself and thinks Daddy’s money will save her from everything. My eyes narrow as I examine her. Everything is fake on her, even her too-perky tits. From the nails she’s pretending to examine to the color of her hair, there’s nothing real about her. I’ll be damned if she gets the better of me today.
“I’ll be happy to go, Sandra. Tell, what’s his name again?” I ask in an ultra-sweet voice.
“Leon,” she says excitedly.
“Tell Leon I’ll be there.”
