Page 31 of EverGreene
Vinny blinked, looking at me as if to say,Lady, I have no idea what the hell you just said to me because I’m just a turtle.Now, please give me some pellets, maybe some dehydrated flies to spice things up, and put me back.
“Nice talk.” I lowered my adopted son back into his aquarium via my hand elevator and yawned, cursing the darkness outside. When I decided to flee my home state of Oklahoma, I threw a dart at a map of the United States. Why that dart I threw couldn’t have traveled somewhere sunny and tropical, instead of one of the cloudiest states in the Midwest, I’ll never know. But it didn’t, and after a little over a year of living here, I had acclimated, despite the weather being complete bullshit.
But even if I had an opportunity to move again, I wouldn’t, especially not now. Now that I had my first best friend since elementary school, a job that paid enough to allow me to live in a rental house on my own, and V. Even though I really didn’t have V. In essence, he had me, a fact made crystal clear as I once again caught myself peering out my window.
Freshly showered with my hair wrapped in a towel, I walked from my bathroom to my bedroom and was just about to grab a t-shirt to wear to bed when a notification from my phone sitting on my nightstand caught my attention. My thumb tapped the screen to find that the notification came from my security system. Heart pounding, I looked behind me at the window that faced my backyard, relieved not to see a face staring back at me.
Live video footage from my surveillance camera at the front of the house filled my screen. At first, I didn’t make out anything in the darkness that extended beyond my porch, but then movement from my driveway caught my eye. A figure was walking around my car, pausing in front of the hood.
Wait a minute. Is my hood up?
What the actual fuck. How had this person popped the hood of my car when my car was locked? Pure adrenaline flowed through my veins, and I tiptoed out to my living room as though the person outside could hear me. Before I’d taken my shower, I turned off all the lights in the front of my house, so all anyone looking at my house from the road could see was pitch black. With my back flush against the wall next to my picture window, I peered outside.
The man skirted the edge of the perimeter where the boundaries of my porch light met the darkness outside, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the red eyes from the familiar mask that had taken up every available space in my brain I had left. V. But what the hell was he doing with my car? Shit. Was he a thief playing the long game? Was this payment for all the orgasms he’d given me, both in person and the nights I had to resort to using B.O.B.?
“Is he—is he changing out my headlight bulbs?” I’ll be damned. Yes. Yes, the walking red flag was changing the bulbs in my 4Runner.
A part of me wanted to walk outside, but another part, the devil on my shoulder who once caused me to get so drunk that I thought I could dance on top of a bar—when I couldn’t even dance on a level floor—ultimately leading to me breaking my ankle when I fell off the bar, told me to have a little fun.
I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator, tossing it and my phone on my bed as I all but skipped to my window and cracked it open. On my way back to my bed, I allowed the towel secured around my body to fall to the floor, shivering when a breeze from outside caressed my skin. The down comforter hugged my bare behind when I sat down on my mattress and tilted my head forward to loosen the towel, freeing my damp hair. My fingers ran through the strands in a half-assed attempt at separating them to avoid a just went through a hurricane but still horny look. Next to me, my phone pinged with new activity from my camera, showing that V had moved from one headlight to the other, even though the headlight he was working on had been working.
It was showtime. Purposely leaving my bedroom light on, I stacked my pillows behind me and lay back against them spread-eagled, turning on my vibrator.
Chapter 10
Loche
I’d never changed a headlight in any kind of vehicle before, not even in one I owned. Yet here I was elbow deep inside Ever’s 4Runner, wishing another part of me was deep inside her instead, especially with visions of her with her vibrator dancing through my head all day like some x-rated version ofTwas The Night Before Christmas.
How she drove around with one headlight without losing her mind or still being able to see where she was going, I didn’t know. All I knew was that watching her pull into the parking lot had been enough to make me want to drive to the auto parts store and replace it right then and there to spare her from a ticket, if not from getting into an accident.
Slowly, I allowed the hood of her vehicle to come down, guided by my fingers until I was forced to let it go entirely. The resulting crash it made as it came down the rest of the way and locked into place was enough to make me cringe. Ever had to have heard that, right? Nervous, I turned my head to peer over my shoulder, expecting a light to appear from Ever’s living room window, followed by her silhouette standing in front ofit. She’d be pissed off, no doubt. Pissed that I had not only taken it upon myself to fix something of hers without her asking, but also because she’d probably assume I broke into her vehicle.
And that’s what I would let her think. Because the reality was that I’d secretly taken her key while we were at work and driven her car to the locksmith in town, who didn’t need to see pesky paperwork to have the replacement fob I’d purchased online programmed to her vehicle, making a key of my own. My guess is that would be a bit of a dealbreaker for her because even after all I’d done, that was probably crossing a line.
Only probably?
Yes, brain. I know. It was completely and totally unhinged. And as much as Ever may try to act like she didn’t like that part of me, I noticed the way her body betrayed her. Her pupils dilated just a hair as she bit her bottom lip. But even a woman like Ever had her limits.
Right as I was about to clean up, a sound in the distance caught my ear. It wasn’t someone talking, but it had definitely been human. Wait. There it was again. Was that a moan? I took a few steps closer to Ever’s house, completely ignoring the fact that I was now completely visible in the light of her porch. I’d worn my mask, so V’s true identity would be safe.
Fuck me. Yes. Yes, that was a fucking moan. Not only was it a fucking moan, but it was Ever’s fucking moan. I’d recognize it from anywhere. Apparently, so would my dick, as my erection was making even the simple act of walking uncomfortable. But standing in the middle of a single woman’s driveway, wearing a mask and sporting a hard-on was probably not a good look in the event a cop were to drive by on patrol, so walk I must.
Wait. If that was Ever, then who the fuck was making her moan like that? I clenched my jaw, even though I had no right to be angry. Ever and I had never laid out any ground rules.This wasn’t an actual relationship. But here I was, following the melody of her moans that were growing more frequent and intense. With each step I took, the surer I was that it was in fact Ever and not one of her neighbors having a particularly good time tonight, and the more my mind raced with what exactly I was going to do to the man who may be in there with her.
I walked around Ever’s house until I reached the back yard, noticing a light on in her bedroom. What the hell? Why was the window open? It may not be winter yet, but the November air was one beer away from taking Jack Frost home for the night. Besides, doesn’t she know there are psychopaths out there who would love nothing more than to watch her through her windows, send her gifts she didn’t ask for, or perform routine maintenance on her vehicle? Had I taught her nothing?
Carefully, I crept to the window, mentally preparing myself not to burst through it like the Kool-Aid man or a jilted husband catching his wife having an affair if there happened to be another man with her. Back pressed against the siding, I peered into Ever’s bedroom window, not fully mentally prepared for what I saw. Ever was completely naked, splayed out on her bed, back arched against her pillows as she drove her vibrator into that pretty, soaking wet pussy that had consumed my every waking thought since I’d had the privilege of plunging my cock deep inside of her.
My dick throbbed against my boxers. At this rate, I would finish without Ever if I stood here watching her, which I had no intention of doing. Her raspy groans when she drew herself closer to climax beckoned me as her vibrator glistened with her desire. Fuck I needed to be inside of her, and if the aching in my balls was any indication, I needed to get inside that bedroom now.
I gripped the bottom of the window and pushed it the restof the way open, prepared to hoist my body through it like an Olympic gymnast tackling a pommel horse, landing smoothly on my feet as though I were the orgasm fairy. But much like even the best-laid plans, that is not what happened. Nope. What actually happened resembled more of the ‘Fat guy in a little coat’ scenario made famous by Chris Farley inTommy Boy. Instead of a smooth, fluid propulsion from the window into Ever’s bedroom, my six foot five inch muscular frame took up more space between the bottom of the window and the sill than I had anticipated, requiring an abundance of feet kicking, arm swinging, and more unsexy grunting than I would have liked, ultimately ending with me tumbling from the window to the floor.
“God, you’re terrible at this whole stalker thing, aren’t you?” Ever asked, her laughter pretty much ensuring I wouldn’t have to worry about prematurely ejaculating in my pants or, perhaps, at all tonight.
I stood up, taking a bow because I didn’t know what the hell else to do when the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life was lying on her bed with a still vibrating sex toy in her hand, laughing at me.
“It took you long enough. I was beginning to think I may actually finish myself off before you showed up.”
