Page 23 of Fetch

I chuckle. “Damn. Now I know you love me if you’re willing to endure a conversation with those two when you don’t have to.”

She rubs my arm. “Of course I love you, bitch. As far as Jack goes, maybe stay away from the game for a couple of days. If he gets crazy, block the fucker.”

Somehow I think that will only make it worse. “He knows where I work. He knew that I’d be at Push tonight.He says he knows where I live.”

We both glance at my front door at the same time.

“Do you want to sleep at my place tonight?”

I wince. “Thanks, but I caught your brother sniffing my underwear last time.”

She bursts out laughing. “He was shitfaced and forgot where he was. Trust me, he’s obsessed with some college chick.”

“I’ll take my chances here. Seriously though, I’ll be fine. I bet Jack found out where we were from Rage and Skat. He’s probably just trying to freak me out for his own amusement.”

Juniper bounces up. “Exactly. And at least you got to cum on something other than your vibrator for a change.”

I playfully punch her in the leg. “Hilarious. You should have your own stand-up comedy show.”

We embrace, and I walk her to the door, making sure to keep watch until I see she’s safely in her car. Once I’m alone again, a barrage of chills find their way up my spine and to the back of my neck.

Out of curiosity, I power on my console but leave my status set to offline. My stomach drops into my feet. Fuck. I have seven messages from Jack. I don’t dare open them because he’ll know I’ve read them. Instead, I shut it down and crawl under the covers of my memory foam bed.

It takes me hours to fall asleep. My heart is racing, my adrenaline pumping, and every little noise makes me flinch. His voice replays over and over again in my head:you can’t run or hide because I’ll catch you before your feet even hit the ground.

The sound of my alarm sends me flailing. Fuck, I don’t remember it being this loud. I must’ve been in a really deep sleep. I turn all three of them off on my phone and roll over. I don’t have to work today so I can squeeze in another hour or so. Last night drained me in more ways than one.

But I can’t relax. Every time I close my eyes, I feel his hands on me. I hear his voice in my ear, his breath on my neck and my cheek. My juices leak into my panties. Fuck. A warm flush dances across my skin as the ache in my pussy grows. I haven’t cum that hard…ever.

My ex, Aaron, would pump inside me a few times before convulsing his load onto my stomach. He never cared if I came or not. He never asked, assuming I was as satisfied as him. I mean, who wouldn’t be after getting repeatedly stabbed in the cunt with an average-size dick for three minutes? I roll my eyes at the ceiling, annoyed by the memory.

I force myself out of bed and drag my feet to the kitchen. It takes the aroma of coffee brewing to bring my eyes from half-slits to wide open, but it’s that first delicious sip that brings me back to life.

With the sunlight streaming in from my bay window, last night’s events seem less dangerous. I had too much to drink and overreacted. Yes, it’s odd that he knew where I was. But like Juniper said, Skat and Rage probably let it slip. You can’t trust boys to keep their mouths shut. They gossip more than my Aunt Myrtle’s book club after church every Sunday.

Whatdoesstill feel fresh is the way he touched me. The sensations that he drew out of me. It was like one of my wildest fantasies brought to life. I’ve never met a man like Jack before. He’s demanding and controlling, but he also wants to make me cum until I can’t see straight. This new feeling of being sexually satisfied is one I could get used to. I’m just not entirely sure I’m willing to pay the price. How far is Jack going to push me?

I shudder and immediately put on another pot of coffee, seeing as the first one is almost gone already. I refill my mug, which looks more like a bowl with a handle, and plop down on my couch. I pull my pink fuzzy blanket over my lap and count to ten. I have to look at his messages.I want to. His forwardness scares me a little, but I can’t help but get sucked back in.

My fingers tremble around the controller as I click on the first message.

You tasted so good on my fingers I had to lick them clean.

Oh fuck. My breath hitches. Why the fuck is that so hot? The temperature in my body rises as I move to the second message.

Does your pussy miss me? Play with her for me until we meet again.

I squirm against the cushions. A flurry of goosebumps commands the skin on my arms. Holy hell. This man is sinful and saintly at the same time. But a twinge of uneasiness stirs in my gut.Until we meet again. He assumes that we will. That’s a bit alarming.

The next three messages only get hotter and more depraved.

You’re going to look so pretty trying to swallow my cock. I’ll lick the tears from your cheeks.

And then I’ll tie you up… blindfold you… and watch you squirm in the dark. Until you’re screaming my name, begging for the slightest touch. You’ll be so starved for it that you’ll cum from just the brush of my lips on your neck.

I’m going to take care of you, pretty girl. I’ll scrub off the filth of everyone who’s ever touched you. You’re mine now, Roxy.

I gasp and almost drop the controller. Fuck. I pull the blanket up to my neck, shivering as I read the filthy things he wants to do to me. If this were a romance novel, I’d be so jealous of the main character. But this is real life.Mylife. And fantasies exist for a reason. They don’t make logical sense outside our heads.

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