Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I consider what I should share, but I think this is a safe way to bring up Zane. “I actually met the guy who’s renting the place next door.”
“The one you said was creepy?”
“One and the same.” I chuckle. That wasn’t so long ago, and it’s wild to think how much has happened in the short time since I thought he was trying to kill me. “After he grabbed that can I dropped, we started talking. He’s a pretty friendly guy. Well, friendly might not be the word. He has a friendlier side to him than I thought.”
“When did you talk to him?”
“He came by, actually.” Like when I talked to that detective, it’s probably better to be as honest as I can and skirt around the truth.
“Came by?” Dad asks. “Why?”
Hmm. Finding a half-truth for this bit isn’t going to be as easy… “He wanted to make sure I was okay after the burglary.” That’s reasonably close to the truth.
The meatballs sizzle in the pan, and I stir them around as Dad asks, “But everything’s been fine since?”
“Yeah,” I lie, since I’m leaving out the part that this burglar might not have been here to burgle. “Lock’s changed. Neighborhood Watch on alert. I’ve been keeping the alarm on, and nothing’s come up since.”
“That’s good,” Dad says. “Just strange since this has always been a good neighborhood. But I guess it’s what happens when the economy’s like this. You weren’t hurt. That’s all that really matters.”
“No, and I need to give you back your pepper spray, Mom. Been carrying it around since then.”
“Did you get the one from the office?” When I confirm, she says, “Keep that one. I have another. So tell me more about that guy…Zane.”
“What?” I ask, which makes her expression twist up.
“You talked. I assume you know more about him than that he’s friendlier than he looks.”
“Oh, yeah.” I meant for that to come out casually, but as the words escape my lips, they sound suggestive. I check my parents’ reactions, but they didn’t seem to pick up on it. “He’s nice. I think he just has a hard time warming up to people.”
“What does he do over there?” Dad asks.
“IT work, online.” I take the pan off the heat, turn off the burner.
“Yeah, but why does he live in that house? At his age, he should be going to college or staying somewhere he can go out and party.”
“From what I’ve made out, he doesn’t seem the partying kind.”
I wonder if Dad notices how I evaded answering his question, and I figure now’s my chance to get them off this subject. I talk about Kyra’s health while I fix their plates, and after we finish our little catch-up and the meatballs, I head up to my room and plop down on my bed.
My ass feels so fucking needy right now, but it’s gonna have to wait.
Still…just because we can’t do anything tonight doesn’t mean we can’t make other plans.
ME: So…my parents just got home.
ZANE: I noticed.
ZANE: Obviously.
God, that should be disturbing, not making me laugh.
ZANE: Now maybe I can get some sleep.
I laugh again. Seriously, this shit is fucked up. I shouldn’t be laughing.
ME: I was a little bummed. My ass misses you.
ZANE: Funny ’cause my fingers are missing your ass. *squirt emoji*
Now I’m beaming. And my ass cheeks clench slightly, as if in anticipation of the next chance we’ll get.
ZANE: Don’t worry. They’ll still be here for you when you’re free.
Something naughty rises up within me. And maybe I’m feeling bold because everything he’s texting suggests he doesn’t regret what we did and that he’s looking forward to it again. So I go for it.
ME: I think you know those aren’t the appendages I’m interested in next time.
ME: Not that I would mind being reintroduced.
ME: But you’ve got something else I’m real curious about.
He doesn’t respond as quickly as he did to the other texts, and for a moment, I’m like, seriously? He can’t show me what he can do to my ass and that fat cock and expect me not to be curious. Finally, a response comes through.
ZANE: This doesn’t sound like begging…
I’m getting hard again.
He’s such a dirty motherfucker. I love that as apprehensive and tentative as he can be, there’s this sex-fiend side to him, unashamed of what he wants or how he wants it.
ME: Gives me something to work on before I see you again. ;) x
ZANE: Looking forward to it.
A naughty idea springs to mind, and I head to the window and open it.
ZANE: What are you doing?
ME: Can you see my bed from there?
ZANE: Yes. But so could someone else.
ME: Who’s got their own camera set up or on a ladder?
I get why he’s concerned, and he’s not entirely wrong. It’s a possibility. But I’m so damn horny, I need to do something.