Page 11 of Lust

Chapter 5

November 28th

Ruby

“Comeout,youlittlebitch,” I shout. “Show your face and I will fucking shoot you.” The gun feels surprisingly light.

At first, I figured Brent had triggered the light in the driveway. Then I realized I hadn’t heard his damn truck, so I figured it was that neighborhood stray cat again. Would a cat be intimidated by a Sig Sauer? Doubt it. Don’t care. I would shoot him if it would stop him from sneaking back into my garage and spraying, which he’s done twice before.

A slight movement near the McAlister’s house makes me swing around, and I feel like a cop the way I’m pointing my gun at every little noise.

The cat does not appear.

Finally satisfied that there’s no marauding feline, I tuck the gun into the waist of my robe and go back into the house. The thing’s not loaded, anyway. Maybe I should keep a round in it from now on. Just in case.

Still on edge from the near battle with that darn cat, I fill the chamber before I lock the gun back up. Then I make myself a cup of chamomile tea and curl up in the living room to watch shows about husbands who murder their wives.

When I wake up on the sofa hours later, daylight streams through the living room blinds, some guy is about to get away with the mysterious death of his third spouse, and my left arm is completely numb. With pins and needles pricking my arm, I stumble into the kitchen and start peeling potatoes and carrots, still in my robe. Brent’s truck blares its undeniable bright green presence through the kitchen window, so I tiptoe around the kitchen hoping he’ll sleep off most of his bender before we leave for Hawk Ridge.

The carrots already sizzle in the pan, coated in sugary butter, before Brent stumbles into the kitchen. Without a word, I hand him a cup of coffee. He glowers at the kitchen table and scrolls through his phone while I whip the mashed potatoes into thick, creamy mounds.

“Hey!” His sudden shout makes me jerk the hand mixer, spraying potato chunks in a wide arc along the backsplash.

He shoves his phone in my face.

“Isn’t this your high school buddy?” He points to a picture on a gossip site. It’s my old friend Aaron, still wearing a hooded sweatshirt, but looking much more muscular than in high school. A pretty blonde woman hangs on each arm, and all three of them have the tousled appearance of people desperate for caffeine after a late night of sex and cocaine.

“It’s that total nerd you always ate lunch with,” Brent presses. “He’s, like, rich now or something.” He cackles. “Guess maybe I shouldn’t have flipped his lunch tray quite so many times.” He laughs again, then slaps my ass. “Bet you wish you ended up with him instead of the star running-back, huh?”

When I don’t respond right away, he slaps my ass again, harder this time.

“Looks like he’d have dropped you by now for some hot, young thing, anyway.” He holds up his phone and speaks directly to the picture. “You’re lucky I’m not there, nerd-breath. I’d take those little blonde numbers right off your hands, just like two tasty cups of vanilla pudding.”

“Ahem.” I clear my throat. “Your wife is standing right here.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” He leans toward the picture on his phone and whispers loudly, “hey pretty girls, we have to go talk in the other room so my wife won’t suspect there’s something going on between us.” With a final look at me, he pockets his phone and heads out to the garage.

Great. Happy Thanksgiving to me. Wiping bits of potato off the kitchen backsplash, I imagine what my old friend Aaron would say if he saw my life today.

Aaron

As soon as the blue dot of Ruby’s SUV turns onto the highway and heads up the hill, I zip back to her place. This time in a forest green Toyota Corolla. I start with the side entrance to the garage. It’s so much easier to pick a lock without an audience, and this one doesn’t even require any fancy equipment. I slide my AmEx black card between the door and the frame, and the door pops open with a soft ‘click’. Not even a deadbolt. Amateurs.

By the time the sun sets on this sleepy suburban neighborhood, I have eyes in Ruby’s front entrance, hallway, kitchen, dining area, multiple views of her living room, the door to Brent’s room, her room, and multiple tantalizing views of her bathroom.

In the garage, I use the monitoring software on my phone to test every camera, switching from one view to the next, imagining Ruby coming home from work, walking through the house into her room, then stripping down for a bath. My cock aches, and I decide to give myself one more little Thanksgiving gift. I should get out of here before the neighbors get curious about my car, but the need between my thighs is too overwhelming to think straight. Carefully, I prowl back down the hall to Ruby’s room.

The top drawer of her tall white dresser yields what I need: a pair of black lace panties. The feel of her underwear in my hands sends blood surging to my cock, and when I bring them to my nose, the faint odor of her sets my heart pounding, too. But I can find something better. The closet. I grab a bottle of jasmine-scented lotion off the table next to Ruby’s bed and step into her walk-in closet.

Just inside the door, a white wicker basket overflows with clothes, mostly black slacks and colorful, silky blouses for work. And underwear. A week’s worth of underwear. Lacy things in various shades soon fill my eager fingers and her sweet scent wreaths around me. The thought that Ruby wears such sexy panties when she’s at work draws a moan from deep in my chest.

Being this close to her is intoxicating. I pull my tormented cock out of my jeans and imagine Ruby at work, naked except for her underwear, running from me between the rows of clothing, trying to hide herself between racks of fabric while I stalk down and claim what’s mine.

Mine. I finally found her and now she’s mine.I squirt a dab of lotion into my palm and slowly stroke my thick length, feeling an urge to mark everything I see. The jasmine scent mingles with the earthy sweet smell from Ruby’s panties. It’s like she’s here, right in front of me, ready to spread her legs and satisfy my need.

My eyes close and I see only her, kneeling on all fours, waiting for me to part her flesh and find my way home. Falling to my own knees in Ruby’s closet, I feel my balls tighten, but it’s still not enough. I spread her panties on the ground in front of me, then grab her silkiest pair and rub them along my shaft. The silk glides along my lotion-slicked skin.

“Ruby!” Her name bursts out of me as I spray my pleasure across her underwear and then collapse on the pile in front of me. Now they smell like both of us. Soon, everything here will smell that way.

---