Page 166 of To Have and to Stalk
“Come, little Maniac,” he said. “So you can tell your fiancé how well you came on your stalker’s cock.”
He punctuated his words with another hard thrust that sent me toppling over the edge. A rough, metallic groan followed as he came inside me.
Just as a tinny, musical bell sounded.
My alarm.
He spun me around, still pressed against the wall, but his body weight sagged, as if he was using the wall to hold himselfup. Lazily, he fucked the come back up into me with the gloved hand.
I tore off his mask, meeting cobalt blue eyes and a mess of silky, wavy brown-black hair. I crushed my lips against him, kissing him wildly, tongues tangling.
Calder.
Myfiancé.
“I thought I made it clear you weren’t to run,” he said against my lips, pulling back slightly.
I bit my bottom lip in lieu of an answer. When we’d planned this, Calder had told me no running. That it was already going to take enough spoons.
I hadn’t disagreed.
But I didn’tagreeeither.
“Brat,” he said, laughing at me. Then he pulled me off the wall, spinning me back toward our room. “Time to get to work, big-time grant winner.”
He smacked my ass and I yelped, running to get ready.
I quickly threw on some clothes and grabbed the avocado toast Calder always made me in the morning. I shoved it into my mouth quickly, the egg yolk dripping down my hand.
Some unknown emotion warmed Calder’s eyes.
“What?” I said, reaching for a napkin.
He shook his head, smile soft.
A year had passed since I shot Graham’s dick off, and in that year I’d won the grant, moved in with Calder, and gotten engaged. I could have lived with him in his massive mansion, but…
I opened the door, finding Olly and Eames leaning against the wall. I was next door to my sister, and still across the hall from Olly and Eames.
This was better.
“Were you fucking again?” Olly asked.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
They rolled their eyes, muttering something about a chaotic ball, and I followed them down to the parking garage so we could carpool.
Utah didn’t used to have a dedicated lab for my field of research, and it was so surreal thatIwas the reason we had one now. I even got to work in the same building as them, but now I ran my own lab and got to really focus on answering the unanswerable.
“Are you coming to book club tomorrow or are you too busy fucking?” Olly asked at the end of the day, leaning in my office door.
“Definitely coming,” I said, grabbing my bag to join them in the car.
On the way back home, Olly and Eames discussed our newest book. It was a why choose Mafia romance, with a particularly heinous villain.
“I don’t think death will be enough,” Eames said. “When the book ends, I need him, like…drawn and quartered.”
“Maybe his dick will get shot off,” I said.
