Page 24 of Smoke the Enemy

What are you doing, Little Mouse?

Her towel drops. My eyes widen and I lean back again as she moves to lie down on her bed. I feel my cock twitch, stirring to life at the beauty on the screen. Taylor’s hands run down over her naked front, and back up again, before squeezing her breasts.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, totally captivated by what I’m watching. Reaching down, I lower the zipper on my jeans and stroke myself to the image of Taylor’s hand sliding between her legs and her back arches. I manage to squeeze and move my hand down my length in time to her thrusting her fingers deep inside her pussy.

Taylor’s mouth opens and closes, and I wish to God I could hear all of her delicate noises and pants as she works herself up. The fact that she is hiding nothing in the emptiness of her room makes my blood heat more. She bites down on her bottom lip, and I sense that she might be getting closer. Fuck…I wish this camera had sound. I pump my cock faster, keeping my eyes on the screen. Pre-cum beads over, and soon it’s helping guide my hand. My eyes trace every curve of Taylor’s body, watching heat bloom on her skin in red patches while her legs tremble. I want to know what she’s fantasizing about. I want to know whose face she sees when her eyes flutter close. Me? My brother? Or all of us together…

Our last time at the fraternity house was hot, and like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Sex with Taylor alone had been mind-blowing, I hadn’t lied when I told her I was planning to find her again. Sharing her with my brother was like watching the event unfold in front of a mirror. Maybe that makes me twisted, but if our girl likes it, I’m all about giving her what she wants. Just thinking about it again sets me on edge and I feel ready to explode. I don’t want to come before she does though.

My eyes skate back up to the screen right as Taylor’s strokes are becoming more intense, her fingers hold inside her body longer. Her bottom lip is still pinned down between her teeth, and I wish I could feel them grazing acrossmy skin. Her pelvis tips forward and her back arches over and over again. My hand pumps my cock harder and faster while I imagine being inside her. The way her pussy would clutch atme and pull me deeper inside her. Her skin sliding against mine, slick from her shower and the lotion and the way she’s all worked up. I’d make her scream my name before flipping her over and diving back inside her soaked pussy. Taylor throws her head back and grabs her pillow with her free hand to pull down over her face. Her body shudders, and soon her legs fall open and her hand lays at her side. One more pump from my hand, and I catch the ropes of my cum against my shirt, completely spent. My chest rises and falls, and I try to calm the heat in my blood. I don’t know how long Taylor lays there or how long I stay slumped in my seat. All I want is to reach through the screen and pull her to me.

Eventually Taylor gets up and slides a long t-shirt over her body before approaching her desk again. She smirks as she writes something down, like she’s holding in a secret that she can’t wait to tel me. Then she holds up a notebook withMerry Christmaswritten in a cute and whimsical style.Fuck me, she knew I was watching…The room plunges back into darkness, so I click the camera off, satisfied for the night and filled with amusement at her bravado.

“It’s only a matter of time, Little Mouse. You’ll be back with us soon.”

Mississippi

Christmas Day

Taylor

Last night was fun. No. That’s not the right word. It wasexhilarating.When I saw the light come on on my laptop… I knew Soren was watching. Ever since that conversation and I realized he’d been watching me through my laptop camera, I had kept watching with anticipation for when I’d see the light come on. The best part was giving him a show withouthimbeing the one to know until the very end.

There’s something about knowing he was not only watching me, but wanting me. I felt a power I hadn’t known before. I only wish I could’ve seen the look on his face when I showed him theMerry Christmassign.I expected him to text me or something, but even though he didn’t acknowledge it, I still know he was watching.

Now it’s time for me to be a good little Christian girl and go sing in the Christmas program, which I am extremely excited for. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. Something about the way the snow falls silently while making the world seem eerily quiet is so peaceful to me. The lights and the smell of our freshly cut tree. The music and the feeling that everything was perfect in the world. I needed that holiday magic today. I wanted the music flowing through the church to fill my wounded spirit. I sang out like a call for help. As my eyes scan the congregation, they keep coming back to the one person who hasn’t stopped looking at me since I arrived. Alex. Ever since the accident I went back to avoiding him, but with the entire town gathered for the service, there is no escaping him today.

Alex’s eyes trail down my white choir gown, leaving me feeling hot and icky at the same time. I don’t want his eyes on me. I also want answers, and for some reason I can’t help but think that I could learn some things from Alex. Maybe get him to confess or share some information. Soren and Steffan are hiding things. Despite our moments of passion, if they won’t be completely open and honest with me, then I can’t trust them. I gave them the opportunity to tell me, to talk to me, but they only let me know when they’re stalking me or horny. While that makes a girl feel all warm and cozy that he’s thinking of me, it doesn’t resolve our bigger issues. I probably sound like a psycho for even being excited at the prospect he’s watching me. It’s a thought that’s been in my mind and in the storyline of all my latest fantasies. I shouldn’t want them the way I do when they keep important information from me — especially about the Illicit Brotherhood.

I feel like that girl floating in a boat and the water seems all calm and she feels safe, only for the monster to jump up out of nowhere and attack. Being home was supposed to make me feel safe. I was scared and I couldn’t help but feel that somehow all the tragedy of the past few months was my fault. I just feel stranded. I can only hope that my favorite holiday isn’t about to be ruined.

My eyes flutter close, and I try to block out the oily feeling of Alex’s intense gaze. I sing all the carols from memory and try to focus. I need a plan. Mentally I’m face palming myself for declining Kali’s offer to visit over break. My parents had never been helpful in keeping Alex away from me in the past, and I was delusional to think now would be any different. If anything, they supported the two of us spending time together. They believed he was a good, wholesome man, especially after he rescued me.

Right as the chorus picked up, a new feeling swept over me. Fire raced over my skin and a tingle pulsed low in my abdomen. I recognized this feeling. My eyes snap open and I’m careful to avoid them landing on Alex while I scan the crowd. Mrs. Lyle is singing loudly, wishing she was part of the choir, the Moliter twins are sleeping in their pew behind their parents, and I see that grumpy Mr. Tanner is trying to be discreet while picking his nose. I fight the urge to laugh out loud. I wonder what Lois would think of Mr. Tanner? The thought makes my lips twitch. I can just imagine her sassiness if she were to see him.

The tingles grow stronger until it feels like they’re racing in my veins. I don’t see him. I can almost imagine his presence, and it’s driving me crazy. Soren must know it, too, because the gleam in his eye when he peeks out from the shadows is anything but innocent. His gaze burns into mine, filling me with heat and making my cheeks flush. My heart beats wildly in my ribcage. He’s here. I want to go to him, run down the aisle at the church and launch myself into the shadows with him. That must say a lot about me, that I’m willing to look past all the lies and secrets in the house of the Lord and do vile things with the congregation singing holy songs in the background. But when he smirks and raises his camera to take my picture without anyone realizing it…my panties are instantly soaked. Soren gives me a knowing look, presses his fingers to his lips, and sends a kiss my way. That’s the last I see before he melts back into the shadows. I smile, and that is the second mistake I made tonight. As soon as I do, the chill in Alex’s eyes drops below freezing. Dread replaces the warmth I was feeling a minute ago. I’m instantly sober after being under Soren’s brief spell. The song finishes and the pastor speaks.

“Go in peace.” Our pastor excuses the congregation.

My feet move fast, carrying me over to the safety of my parents’ presence. It doesn’t stop him though.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lake,” Alex’s silky-smooth voice crashes the little sense of security I was feeling. Of course, my parents turn to him and are absolutely delighted to see him.

While my dad questions Alex about his classes for next semester and his progress on his law degree, I’m planning and plotting how to get out of here. I don’t trust Alex. Every word out of his mouth while he chats up my parents sickens me. Once upon a time I thought he was charming, and I liked the way my parents talked with him effortlessly, but now I know better. I’ve seen the evil that lurks behind the mask he wears to fool everyone.

“I’m sure she’d love to,” my mom’s sweet voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I realize they’re all staring at me.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Alex chuckles, “I asked if you want to go skating with me at the rink tonight.”

“Sorry, I have plans,” I answer automatically.

My mom frowns, “I don’t remember you saying you had plans, honey-bee.”

“I do,” I look at her, “Kali. My best friend from college is visiting.”

My dad frowns, “It’s Christmas evening, she’s traveling today?”

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