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In seconds, she falls asleep in my arms. To feel her body pressed against my hungry cock is torture, but I’ll have to wait to know what it’s like to be inside her. I close my eyes and let the sound of her breathing lull me to sleep.

6

LATE NIGHT DISTURBANCES

KENDAL

It’s about four in the morning, and I hear a strange noise coming from outside the front door. I didn’t close it when Kent came inside and fell asleep with only the screen door closed. It takes a second for me to remember where I am and what happened tonight. A wicked smile crosses my lips when I look down and see that I’ve been sleeping on Kent’s lap this whole time.

My moment of bliss is swiftly interrupted by a second, louder sound coming through the screen door. I shake Kent awake and put my finger over my lips to prevent him from speaking. If Timothy Sanders is outside, I want Kent to be able to catch him by surprise.

I lean in close to his ear and whisper, “I hear noises outside.”

He taps my thigh and pushes me off of his lap. Standing, he moves slowly and silently toward the door. He’s almost there when we both hear a clanking noise. Kent takes off full speed, throws open the door, and runs outside. I leap to my feet and rush to the door as I hear my trash cans hit the ground. By the time I get to the door, Kent and whoever he’s chasing are both out of sight, so I open the door and slip out onto the porch.

The lights that Kent installed cast the shadows of two men. One at the end of the driveway and the other running up the road. Within seconds, both men are out of sight. I wait, peering out into the night, but all I hear is the usual chorus of frogs and crickets. Realizing that I’m out here alone and defenseless, I go back inside to wait for Kent to return.

I’m seated on the sofa with a blanket on my lap when he comes back.

“What happened? Was it him?” I ask him.

“Unless you have more than one stalker, yes, it was him. He saw me coming and knocked the trash cans over to slow me down. He made it to his car before I could catch him. Almost ran me over.”

“So, he got away again,” I frown.

“I almost went after him, but then, I realized that I didn’t have to. I got his license plate. I’m gonna call it in. The first officer he passes will stop him, and we’ll have him once and for all. Meantime, since the lights didn’t seem to have any effect on him, I can’t let you stay here alone until he’s apprehended. So, tonight, at least, I’m your new roommate.”

“That’s fine by me. I really hope they catch him tonight.”

“Sorry? Is my company that bad?” he grins.

“No, I love your company. I just don’t want to have to worry about his company anymore.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’ll make my call and sleep on the couch. Leave me that blanket.”

“No, come to bed with me,” I tell him.

He looks me up, down, and sideways. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, sleeping on you was the best sleep I’ve had in weeks. I don’t want that to end.”

“Alright, go get to bed. I’ll make my call and be there in a second.”

I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth and hair, and check myself in the mirror. God, I look like hell. It’s all the sleepless nights catching up with me, I guess. I wash my face and turn off the light. I want to be under the covers before Kent comes in.

He enters my bedroom and says, “Okay, I called in his plate. Now, we wait.” He sits down on the bed, removes his boots, and starts to lie down fully clothed and on top of the covers.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you took off your pants and shirt?” I ask.

“Are you trying to make a move on me, little girl? Because I have to tell you, I don’t like being manipulated,” he teases.

“Of course not. Don’t be silly,” I quip. “I’m just being a polite hostess.”

He removes his shirt, and I see his bulging arms for the time. Next, he stands and removes his pants. He turns and I see him in his tee shirt and boxers. My eyes wander down his strong arms to his broad chest then down to the enormous bulge in his boxers. Clearly, all of his parts are well-proportioned. I throw back the covers before he sits, inviting him to come under them with me. He lies down beside me and holds his arm out so I can cuddle up against him.

I bend my knee and slide it up his thigh, stopping when I feel his hard penis against my leg. I begin to move away, but he reaches down and grabs my leg, holding it against his manhood.

“Are you afraid to touch it?” he rasps.

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