I can’t see him, or even make out his silhouette. But I know he is. I can feel him.
Noticing the change, Arch pulls away, breathing heavily and looking at me like he can’t decide if he wants to ask if I’m okay or just keep going anyway.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing my biceps in an attempt to grab my attention.
“Nothing,” I rush out, bringing him closer. “Let’s go upstairs to my room instead.”
I’m no longer feeling cocky enough to fuck a man in front of a crazy person. The high from my release has completely dissipated my confidence.
But I’m too stubborn to stop. I want Arch. I just don’t want any voyeurs while I take him.
“You don’t want to get your pussy eaten under the stars?” he asks incredulously, looking at me as if I’ve grown a second head.
“I do, but I…” I trail off when another movement draws my attention away.
Arch steps forward, pressing against me and pulling my attention back to him. I have to crane my neck to see him properly and the sight is one I’ll never forget.
“I think you should strip off your clothes and show me that sexy little body of yours. Then I want you to lie down, spread your legs, and let me clean up the mess you made.”
An entirely embarrassing squeak slips out. A sound that immediately brings a smirk to his face and blood rushing to my cheeks, the creep momentarily forgotten.
Real smooth, dipshit.
I take a step back, heat slithering across my body as I drift my hands down my sides and hook both thumbs into my jeans.
Just as I go to slide them down my legs, a loud bang disturbs the charged silence and sends my he
art flying to my throat. I yelp, startled and way too close to pissing my pants from the angry knocking.
Arch's head snaps towards the sound, clearly just as startled.
“Expecting company?” Arch asks, his voice a tad breathless.
My own erratic breathing is uneven as I say, “No.”
It’s fucking de ja vu, and even though I saw it coming this time, I’m incredibly close to stomping my foot like a child. Unlike with Greyson, I was actually enjoying myself.
He rushes back into the hallway and down towards the front door with me hot on his heels. I’m buttoning and zipping my pants as I go, already sensing that this night is over.
The hallway leads straight back to the foyer, the entryway to the right of the staircase. Pausing before the entrance, he turns to me and grabs ahold of me.
“Stay in the hallway. Whoever it is, I don’t want them seeing you.”
He hesitates, a weird look passing on his face. Before I can decipher it, he’s speaking again, his voice strained. “Call the cops if shit goes south.”
I’m not capable of stringing together a coherent sentence, the panic stealing my sense.
I should’ve told him I have a stalker, and I thought I saw something when we were in the sunroom, but everything happened too fast and now he’s actively putting himself in danger.
The situation turns me on just as much as it terrifies me. I need to check myself into a mental hospital if I survive this night.
Because my shadow is pissed. Just like he was when Greyson was here, and I have no idea how dangerous this guy is, but he could be here to kill us both.
Especially now that he watched another man make me come with the very hand he threatened to cut off and put in my mailbox.
I drop my head in my hands, instant regret filling up my body like a waterfall in a lake. I’m bursting with it because if the stalker is as insane as he says he is, then I just possibly got a man killed. Or at least brutally mutilated.
I hear the door creak open. My head snaps up in response.