Page 27 of Don't Speak
“This pussy is perfect. This is my pussy now, baby. Tell me this pussy is mine,” I demand, my pace unrelenting.
“This is your pussy, Dean. All yours. Please make me come,” she moans. Who am I to deny her needs?
I reach around to the front of her, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in slow, gentle circles, and she lets out a loud moan. She’s soaking wet, and I know she’s close, her pussy already clenching around my cock.
“Come for me, baby. Give it to me,” I tell her, and then I pick up speed with my hand, fucking into her relentlessly as she cries out in ecstasy. She comes crashing down around me, and I fuck her through her orgasm. I remove my hand from her clit and bring both hands back to her ass, giving it another smack before I pick up even more speed, chasing my own orgasm.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I warn her before I pump into her three more times and come deep inside her, bottoming out to the hilt. “Fuuucckk.”
I come hard, my balls drawing up almost painfully. I hunch over on top of her, kissing down her spine before I pull out. Shelooks at me with lust-drunk eyes, and I can tell she’s definitely sleepy.
“Stay here,” I tell her, getting up off the bed and heading into the bathroom. I pull the condom off, toss it into the trash, and grab a washcloth, wetting it before returning to the bed. She automatically spreads for me as though she knows what I was going to do, and I clean her up.
When I’m done, she crawls up the bed, exhaustion overtaking her.
“Will you stay with me? In the bed?” she asks sleepily, letting out a soft yawn and situating herself under the blankets.
“Yes, little lioness. I just need to clean up and get some water, and I’ll be right there,” I answer, and it doesn’t take long before she’s passed out. I think this is the fastest I’ve ever seen her fall asleep.
I walk out of the room and head for the couch. Sitting down, I grab my phone and pull up the camera feed from earlier tonight. I can almost guarantee that the vibration I felt earlier at the bar was the camera notification for the photograph. I rewind the footage until I get to that point and hit play.
I sit and watch for a few minutes until I see someone walk up from the side of the house, facing the camera. It’s how he dodged the wreath camera, just like I thought. He must have been watching as I placed it there, which means he has been watching her more than just the photographs.
I zoom in on the front porch, waiting for him to look up, and when he does, I am stunned beyond belief.What. The. Fuck.
I clench my jaw together, anger creeping up in my veins at what I’m looking at. “This motherfucker,” I whisper lowly.
Because the person leaving the envelope is none other than Ben, our manager.
I watch as Ben drops the envelope onto the mat and then scurries away. It all makes sense now. How he was able to getphotos of us and how he was able to blend in with the crew. Although I don’t know why, at least I now know who.
I exit the camera feed and get a glass of water, making my way back into Nikki's bedroom. She’s cuddled up on her side and lightly snoring. I take a sip of the water and place the glass on the nightstand before crawling in behind her, sliding my arm underneath her and pulling her into my chest. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent. She smells inherently ofme, and my cock twitches at the thought. She doesn’t stir, but a light whisper of my name leaves her lips. I smile, knowing she must be dreaming about me already.
I close my eyes, wanting to get as much rest as possible before tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’m paying Ben a little visit.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Light filters through the window, and I blink my eyes open.No nightmare.
Could it be a coincidence that the night Dean stays over, I don’t have a nightmare? At the thought of Dean, I roll over, only to be met with the soft sheets of an empty bed. I deflate a little, hoping that he would have been here with me.
I sit up and notice a note on the pillow. I pick it up and read it.
My little lioness,
I’m sorry I’m not here when you wake up. I received a phone call this morning that required my attention. I promise you didn’t scare me away. I’ll call you in a little bit when I’m done. I started your coffee pot for you, so you should have some freshly brewed coffee waiting. I went out and grabbed some bagels for you as well. They’re in the microwave. Simba was staring at me suspiciously this morning, and I was afraid he’d eat them if I left them on the counter.
I’ll see you soon,
Dean
I chuckle at the part about Simba. I’m sure he would have loved to have eaten a bagel this morning.
Making my way out of bed, I head to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee that is, in fact, already brewed. A smile tugs on my lips. I’m not used to this kind of attention. After I’ve made my coffee, I grab a bagel from the microwave and smother it with cream cheese. I’m one of those ‘Would you like a bagel with your cream cheese?’ types. You can never have too much cream cheese.
As I’m spreading the cream cheese across the bread, my mind drifts from reality, swarming with thoughts about the last few days. Sean is still on the run, my mother is clearly still drinking herself to death, I have a stalker who won’t stop takingpictures of Dean and me, and then there’s Dean. The only thing keeping me from jumping out a window right now. How much stress can one person endure before their heart gives out? I still haven’t called the cops—a stupid decision, I’m sure. But I can’t, and I’m not going to. I’m not running again. I’m fucking tired of living in fear.
The rest of my morning is as mundane as usual. The Bunker is closed today. Ben decided a few years ago that one day a month, the entire staff gets the day off, and it’s been nice. I’m sitting on the couch with my Kindle, but my mind is drifting to thoughts of last night. I clench my thighs together at the reminder of him inside me, an ache growing there again just by thinking about it. I’m quickly snapped out of my happy place when my phone rings. Thinking it’s Dean, I don’t even check the caller ID.
