Page 30 of The Haunting of Lockton
I blinked, trying to clear my sleep-fuzzy eyes to make sure I was reading that correctly. Madison had said they had two million followers. Surely not that many people had seen the interview. The tops of my ears got hot. I hoped I didn’t look as awkward in the video as I had felt recording it.
Me:Oh. Cool. I’m glad they’re excited.
Skyler:I think they’d be excited to see more of you too. If you’re up for it.
Was he hinting at another interview? But I’d already told them about Lockton. Not much else I could help them with.
Me:If it involves my face on camera again, I’m going to have to decline. I might actually throw up next time.
Skyler:hahahaha well if you did, we could cut it out before uploading.
Unsure how to respond, I set my phone aside and slipped out of bed. The hardwood floor was freezing beneath my feet as I padded across the hall to the bathroom. Since it was an older house, the pipes needed time to heat, so I started the water for a shower and brushed my teeth as I waited.
“Would you like me to start some coffee?” Alan asked from the other side of the bathroom door. He could easily walk through it if he wanted, but he respected my privacy—most of the time.
“Please.” I pulled off my sweater and shoved down my sleep pants before stepping into the steam of the shower, softly groaning as the hot water hit my chilled skin. My phone buzzed with another text.
I intended to make the shower quick, but my morning erection had other ideas. It had been a while since I’d jacked off, mainly because of my fear of Alan walking in on me… again. He had walked into my bedroom once as I was going at it hard, dick on full display and seconds from orgasm. He’d screamed. I’d screamed and punched myself in the dick in my haste to cover myself.
Good times.
Alan knew now if a door was closed, he needed to knock first.
Under the stream of water, I let my hand fall to my stomach, then lower, my fingers brushing the light dusting of hair. I released a sigh as I took hold of my cock, giving it a slow stroke before another.
And for some goddamn reason, I thought of Skyler Knox.
I imagined his perfectly shaped lips wrapped around my cock, his gray eyes flickering up to meet mine. I moved my hand faster and leaned my head back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as the fantasy took over. The fantasy then transitioned to the same one from the day before. Skyler flat on his back and me driving my hips into him, fucking him senseless.
It didn’t take long for my orgasm to hit. I moved my hand from my overly sensitive tip to my shaft as I rode the ripples of pleasure, softly grunting as cum mixed with water and went down the drain.
When I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, I inhaled the smell of brewed coffee coming up from the kitchen. Nothing like an orgasm and coffee to start the day off right. Remembering the text, I grabbed my phone off the counter and checked it.
Skyler:Soooo you were right. The journal’s fucked up. I had to stop reading when I got to the cage thing. Made my skin crawl.
Me:Told you. It’s intense. Also, I’m surprised you’re awake this early, Mr. I Sleep Until Noon.
Skyler:haha I was bribed.
Me:Bribed how?
A photo then came through of a box of donuts sitting in the center of a café table. Looked like it had been taken at the bakery downtown. They had areas for customers to sit and eat, both inside and on the patio. The photo after that was of Skyler shoving a chocolate donut into his mouth.
Did I save that photo to my phone? One thousand percent yes. Would I ever tell or show anyone?
Definitely not.
Me:Eat one for me. I like the ones with sprinkles.
Skyler:Good to know ;) I’ll eat 2 in your honor.
Dammit, he had me smiling like an idiot. So much for ignoring my attraction to him. There I was, fucking reveling in it.
Me:You guys ready for tonight?
I left the bathroom and grabbed a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants from my room, discarding the towel in the dirty clothes hamper. I didn’t have to be at work until ten, so I had a few hours to kill. I went downstairs and shot straight for the coffee machine, patting Alan on the shoulder as I passed him.
“Morning.”
