Page 13 of Haunting the Shadow Man
“Alan, I think it’s time you saw yourself off my property.” I lay a hand on the back of the man in front of me. “Thank you for helping me today, but I’m quite tired and ready for a shower and bed.”
He looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes so green that they seem unnatural. “It was my pleasure, Blood Rose. I’ll stand here until you get inside, and the door locked, then I’ll be out of your hair.”
I give him a small smile and a soft pat on the back before turning around and marching across the yard, up the stairs, and across the porch. When I make it to the door, I stop and look at the men who haven’t moved since I left them. Whatever that is can’t have anything to do with me. Pushing into the house, I close the door and make sure to lock it before heading to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Standing at the counter scrolling through my phone, I nearly scream when it rings. Seeing Lotty’s name pop up, I smile as I answer the call.
“Hey, Lotty.”
“Hey, baby girl! I have a question for you.” My heart warms at her words of endearment.
“What is it? Is everything okay?” I ask quickly.
“Oh lord, child, yes. Everything is just fine. Lauren has called out again.” She sighs. “Would you be able to cover for her tonight?”
“When would I need to be there? I’ve been working in the yard all day and need to shower and get ready,” I tell her quickly, disappointed as I was looking forward to a long hot shower after working in the yard all day.
“Oh, Lauren wasn’t due here for another couple of hours. You have time to get ready and just come whenever you’re ready to,” Lotty chips.
“Okay, I’ll get ready and head that way as soon as I can.” I exhale, sagging against the counter.
“You’re the best! We’ll see you then,” Lotty laughs as she hangs up.
Setting my phone down on the counter, I make my way over to the window and look out at the front yard. I relax when I see that both men have indeed gone. I make my way across the living room to the bathroom to start the shower. I turn the water on, letting it warm as I brush my teeth and strip down. Once steam is pouring out the top, I step into the stall, hissing as the hot water beats down on my back and shoulders.
Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, and images of my helper—that I now know is named Vito—pop into my head. The way his arms flexed every time he did anything. The image of his shorts stretched across his thick, toned thighs. As more and more images of him pop into my thoughts, my body heats with need.
My nipples turn to tight peaks at the memory of his hand running up my calf.
Wow, how long has it been since I was touched by a man that his running a hand up my calf makes me horny as hell?
I run my right hand up my side to cup my breast as I run my left moves down to my pussy. Running my fingers over my lips, I find my clit already swollen and begging for attention. Slowly, I circle my fingers around the bundle as my mind brings up more and more images of the man who always seems to live in the shadows around me. My imagination brings his green eyes to the forefront. This time, there is the fire of need and want blazing in their depths. Closing my eyes, I let the dream play out:
Large, rough hands run up my sides, one cupping and pinching my nipple, the other continuing its mission up to wrap around my throat, squeezing slightly before running up into my hair and fisting it. Using his hold on my hair, he runs his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, taking the nipple begging for attention into his mouth, nipping and sucking. I run my hands up into his hair, holding him close to my body as it begs him for more.
He lets my nipple pop free of his mouth, shifting his eyes up to mine. “Needy little Blood Rose. I wonder if I can make you cum just from playing with these pretty little tits. What do you say?”
I’m so lost in the mix of pleasure and pain that all I can do is nod in agreement while rubbing my legs together to find some kind of relief. A slow, sensual smile makes its way across his lips before he places a kiss between my breasts and then takes my nipple back into his mouth, tugging with his teeth at the same time he runs his tongue over it. His hand never letting up its ministrations on my other one. I’m so close to release that I want to cry.
He lets go of my hair, running his hand back down my body to my pussy. Sliding a single long thick finger into my pussy while simultaneously his thumb presses onto myclit. That’s all it takes, and I’m coming so hard that my head swims.
Gasping, I come back to myself. The high of my release leaves me with the reminder I am all alone and the only action I’m ever going to get is from myself. Just like that, I’m back to being annoyed at what went down today and the fact that either of those men thinks I’m just going to let them trample into my life without question. The sound of banging on my front door scares me so bad that I knock the shampoo bottle off the shelf and onto the top of my foot.
Cursing to the high heavens, I hurriedly finish my shower as the knocking continues. I pray that if I ignore it long enough, they will go the hell away. When I finally get the conditioner out of my hair, I step out of the shower, annoyed that the knocking has continued for a good ten minutes. I don’t think. I just throw my hair up in a towel, throw on my robe, and storm across the house, pulling the door open without looking.
That was a monumental fuck-up because standing in front of me is non-other than my parole officer. I stare at the man like a deer in headlights because this man could be a very big problem for me.
“Officer Jackson, I wasn’t expecting you,” I barely squeak out around the lump in my throat.
His eyes travel over my body, leaving be feeling dirty and as if I need to bathe in medical grade antiseptic. “Does that mean you answer the door like this often?”
I decide not to answer his question. “Why don’t you come in and take a seat? I’ll get changed and then we can go over what has brought you by for a visit.”
All he does is give me a stiff nod before stepping through the front door before I can move, causing us to come chest to chest.I hiss, stepping back quickly so we’re no longer touching. Office Jackson’s smarmy grin makes me want to be the evil killer they all think I am. Turning away, I leave him standing there in the open door and rush to my room to put on some clothes and try to regain control of my emotions. After several deep breaths, I finish drying off so I can pull on a sports bra, tee shirt, panties, and a pair of leggings. I pile my hair up on top of my head in a messy bun. Checking myself over in the mirror, I make sure I am not in anything that would invite unwanted attention.
I silently slip back down the hallway into the living room where I find Officer Jackson standing next to the tall bookshelf to the left of the TV holding one of the few pictures I have of my mother and me. He runs a finger over the glass, with a look of pure sadness written on his face. I must have made a noise because he speaks without even looking away from the picture.
“She truly was beautiful and one of a fucking kind,” he says softly.
“Yeah, she was,” is all I can say. This man has never been anything but an asshole to me, but the way he talks about my mother makes me wonder things.
