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With a few more pulls, I shudder, filling her panties with my cum. I watch as my cock flexes with each spurt, my release puddling right where her cunt will rest. I’ll have to return these to her, even if she washes them, the proximity is still there. She’ll still have to touch this little present from me.
I wring out every last drop before turning to put them on the side table, making sure to not let any of my cum fall before pulling my pants back on, folding her new present neatly and placing it in a ziplock bag.
Time to go visit the little rabbitagain.
Lainey did some gardening, so she’s fast asleep when I arrive. I let myself in with the key I made myself. Her attempt to block me out with the chair against the door was cute.
She’s so peaceful like this, her mind is shut off, she’s not worrying about what’s going to happen next.
The murder mystery show she falls asleep to every night is still playing on the television, casting shadows across her delicate features as I sit in the corner, waiting. Waiting for what, I’m not sure. As much as I’d love to go for round two right now, I don’t want to wake her up that way. We haven’t had that discussion yet and I’m not about to push any more boundaries in one day. She doesn’t know I’m here, so, technically speaking, I’m not doing anything wrong, right? I’m just looking out for her best interest.
I pull out my pack and light another cigarette as I lean back in the chair I brought in here and fold my arms over my chest. I’ll stay here, like I do most nights, until the sun rises, and escape before she wakes.
I’m here and gone withoutmuchof a trace. This time, she’ll wake to her homemade present sitting on her bedside, waiting for her to see it. I’m also smoking in her room for the first time, leaving just a little piece of me to remember.
She will be seeing more of me, that’s something she’ll have to come to terms with.
Lainey is already my drug of choice. Now, it’s just making me hers.
CHAPTER 17
LAINEY
The faint scentof cigarette smoke and leather assaults my nose as I bolt up out of a dead sleep. I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance around the room, my heart racing as the memories of last night come rushing back.
Kalix.
I jump out of bed, quickly making my way to the front door.
Mother fucker.
I have no idea how he managed to get around my chair without waking me up. I really need to invest in a better lock…or two.
When I return to my room to make my bed, I notice a plastic bag lying on my side table. Taking a deep breath, I pick it up carefully between my fingertips to examine it.
It’s my underwear that Kalix stole.Did he wash them and put them in a ziplock bag?
That’s fucking strange because he could’ve just left them here. Why would he steal my panties just to give them back? I mean, I’ve read plenty of romance novels where the guy takes the girls underwear and he keeps them. But he never gives them back.
I unzip the bag and dump the fabric on top of my comforter. When it lands, I expect it to fan out a bit, but instead, it sticks together in a clumped up ball.
What the fuck?
I pick up the panties with the tips of my fingers again and pull them apart, discovering something sticky and wet holding them together. I scrunch my nose and sniff the substance, careful not to touch it. It smells sweet and salty.
My eyes widen as the realization hits me. I rub my finger over the sticky fluid and close my eyes, feeling my heart pulse in my ears and my entire body heat.
What the fuck, Kalix?
He fuckingjizzedin my underwear and left it on my bed as a present.
What a fucking psychopath.
I blow out a breath slowly, placing the panties back into the plastic and zipping it shut. My body trembles as I drop it on the bedside table.
My hands shake as I go to the kitchen, scrubbing them with water as hot as I can stand.
I have a stalker. A fucking stalker.
