Page 18 of Watch Me
“Okay. Can you just give me fifteen-twenty minutes?”
“Why don’t you let me help you?”
She smiled, and I was instantly at ease. I didn’t want to fight with her. “I want to do this on my own. I’ll ask you if I have questions.”
“Okay.” I shut off the TV and walked to her. I placed a kiss against her lips. “I’ll go shower.”
I needed a new woman to watch. No, I needed another victim. I had to stop thinking of them as women. They were prey—my reward in my new foundgame.
God, I loved being able to tap into a computer and see what they were doing through their webcam without their knowledge. It was easy, just like getting a key to Amy’s apartment. Each student or staff member had a profile on LU’s server. Of course, the access portal was different for each, butIstill had access to them. Whenever new students or staff members started, they received an email with a link to change their password to something they only knew. Each link was coded and gave me their IP addresses plus their passwords. Most students and staff used their own computer to create the password. Of course, there was the off-chance someone used a library’s computer or something, but I had enough female students to watch even if that happened.
Logging into the duplicate database I’d created, I started to scroll the names, filtering it to show me only the females who attended Lakeshore U. Their student body pictures were listed next to their names: Lisa Vitous, Ebonie Hill, Cherica Hasner, Sally Oey, Samantha Burch, Reagan McCormick. The first five were nowhere in sight when I logged into their webcams. But, Ms. McCormick—I got a real treat watchingher.
I didn’t get a good look at the man who walked up behind the brunette, but I continued to watch as he leaned down and whispered into her ear. I had to strain to hear him.
“Now?” heasked.
She pressed a button on her mouse, waited for a second, and then leaned her head against his chest. “Now.”
The man moved fast, picking the pretty brunette up out of the chair and walking to the couch. It was then I realized who I was looking at. They say it’s a small world, and as I watched the detective who worked on Amy’s murder, I grinned. What were the odds? I never thought I’d have a front row seat for his personal life. The game just got even moreexciting.
He pulled her T-shirt off. “You have too many clothes on.”
She smiled and reached behind her back to free her breasts. “And now?”
“Still too much.”
I had to agree.
Watching them was turning me. I continued to watch like a voyeur. Hell, I was. I’d watched Amy with a few men, knowing I could be better than them, but I didn’t want this Reagan woman. That didn’t stop me from slipping my hand into my underwear and touching myself slowly as she turned, straddled the detective, and positioned herself on his cock. I couldn’t see her slide him inside of her because the back of the couch blocked my view, but the thought alone of her pussy being worked was enough forme.
“Fuck,” hegroaned.
My eyes stayed glued to her chest, watching her tits bounce up and down as she rode him. My hand moved faster, needing to match her pace. I had to admit that even though I was looking for someone else to watch, I didn’t expect to get so lucky—and so fast. They started kissing, obstructing my view of her boobs, but I continued to work myself up as I looked on. This was better than any porn I’d ever watched. Knowing that—at this exact moment—thosetwo people were fucking was making me hot, and I wasn’t going to stop watching until they were done.
Reagan came with a jerk and a loud moan, bringing me back into the present. I wondered how far away from me she was being fucked. Could she be in my building? Down the street? Across town? I made a mental note to check the university’s files and find out Reagan’s address because I was curious.
As I watched the detective stand and Reagan turn to lean across the back of the couch, I decided I wanted them to know I was watching them. They’d never find me, of course. If they caught on that it had something to do with me watching them through their webcam, my VPN would get traced back to China. Or Japan. Or The Netherlands. Or France. Or …
They’d never findme.
The detective lined himself up and sank into her from behind. Doggie was my favorite. Watching a woman being fucked hard, balls slapping, made me come fast each time I watched it. I was close, my hand coated with my arousal as I moved it faster and faster. Just as I was on the edge, Reagan looked up at the computer as though she knew I was watching her. Our eyes locked …
And then Icame.
As I watched them finish, I knew what I needed to do. Reagan McCormick was going to get a wood plaque fromme.
Working, going to school, and dating a new guy made me feel as though I was in my twenties again. But juggling it all was exhausting.
Honestly, I loved the fact that Ethan was my boyfriend. I’d always loved him. Istilldid. Every moment we spent together, that love grew stronger. He’d said we weren’t at the beginning stages, and I had to agree, but, I wondered if it was too soon to tell him that I still loved him.
I never thought I’d want to get married again, but while Ethan and I had just rekindled our relationship, a part of me always felt as though we would marry one day, though I never thought it would be with us both divorced and in our forties. But what if Ethan never wanted to get married again? What if he didn’t want something long term? I’d yet to meet his kids, so maybe that was my answer. Maybe we were just killing time. If Maddie were in town, I would have introduced them. Of course, she was older and could handle her mom having a new boyfriend, while Ethan’s boys were little and probably didn’t understand why Daddy and Mommy didn’t live togetheranymore.
Until I knew where our relationship was going, I was going to enjoy it. We’d been dating again for almost a month, and the sex was better than it was when we were teenagers. Of course, it was because we knew what we were doing this go around, and what we wanted. I couldn’t get enough of him, which was why I made sure to wake up each morning with his alarm even though I didn’t have class until ten. I wanted to see him off, wish him good luck on whatever case he was working, and make sure his day got off to agoodstart.
We fell back against the pillows, both out of breath. “Who needs a gym when we wake up like this?”
I smiled. “Exactly.”
