Page 82 of Malice and Surrender
“I give up. It’s not like anyone is in here,” I mumbled.
It was just me, myself, and my mind calling me out on my feelings. Pushing the annoying voice aside, I grabbed the soap and lathered up my cock. A deep groan rumbled from my mouth as I stroked my shaft. Closing my eyes, I shuddered as blue eyes danced with pleasure and fear in front of my face, and I let myself remember exactly how Raine felt.
I squeezed my cock a little tighter as I let the memories flick from one image to the next like an old projector. I could picture her riding me, her tits bouncing as I sucked on them. I vividly remembered how tight and wet her pussy was and how she tried to deny that her body wanted me, yet she came all over my cock.
“Fuck,” I murmured and pressed my free hand on the tile for support. I could hear her yelling my name. The sound echoed around in my mind like a ping-pong ball with nowhere to go.
My hand moved faster along my aching cock. I wanted to taste her for real. No little peck as teens, but an all-consuming kiss that would steal the air from her lungs. Then run my tongue in a line down her body, making her squirm under my touch until I reached that sweet little pussy and ate my fill of her.
I wanted to sit her on my lap in the clubhouse and let all those fuckers see her body bounce as she rode my cock in front of them. They would be hands-off, or I’d cut theirs off, but fuck that image. They’d all want her, but none would dare touch her because she was mine.
“Oh, fuck me,” I said, my teeth clenching as my jaw snapped tight. The sound of the soap and my hand helped me visualize my cock slamming into her body. “Shit!” I yelled and came hard. I watched the shot hit the wall, closely followed by more than I’d ever cum before.
Draining the rest of my release, I swore a streak that would impress a sailor. The girl was fucking with my head. Not just my damn emotions. No, she had to go for the gusto and take it all. My mind, my heart, my cock…the next thing she would be after is my soul.
I quickly finished my shower and hated and loved the euphoric feeling that imagining Raine gave me.
“What the fuck?” I yelled as I whipped open the curtain and found Wilder sitting on the counter by my sink. Grabbing my towel, I tied it around my waist as I glared at the guy trying to give me another fucking heart attack.
“Wilder, what the hell, man?”
“What?” he asked and then sucked on a purple slushie.
“How long have you been in here?” I wasn’t shy about whacking off or having sex in front of others, but it was usually something I chose to do, and a lot of alcohol was involved.
“A while. I didn’t want to interrupt you jerking off. I figured that was rude.”
He figured that was rude. I couldn’t stop staring at him.
“You really should get a clear shower curtain. It would make it harder for people to come in without you knowing, if that’s what’s upsetting you.” He shrugged. “It would upset me. Anyone coming into my bathroom would be there to kill me. You’re lucky it was just me.”
“Have you ever heard of boundaries, Wilder? This scenario, for example, didn’t strike you as an inappropriate moment to visit with me. Especially since you didn’t plan on killing me.”
Wilder twisted his head like he was thinking. Why I found that particular look as creepy as I did, I couldn’t say, but the guy genuinely made me wonder what the fuck they were feeding the soldiers overseas.
“So tell me then….” He pulled a small black book and pen from inside his black jacket. “When would be a good time to drop in?”
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe when I’m taking a shit.” I lifted my eyebrow as he jotted that down.
“And when exactly would those times be?” Wilder asked.
Was he serious? Did he actually think I scheduled my shits? And was he planning on dropping in for them? Maybe he would hide up in my fan next, a single eye peering down at me.
“Um…it was a joke.”
“You shouldn’t joke about bowel movements. You need to keep a tight rein on them, so you never need to use the bathroom unexpectedly. That works unless you have water that you shouldn’t. Very unfortunate things happen when you jump out of an armored vehicle to use the bathroom. Don’t shit on a landmine. It doesn’t end well.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. With Wilder, anything was possible.
“Riiiight,” I drawled out as I waited for the punchline.
Gathering my clothes, I walked out of the bathroom, not surprised to find him hot on my heels. Once more, my creep factor rose as I looked over my shoulder to see him slinking from one spot to the next, as if he’d memorized all the boards that made any noise. Who was I fucking kidding? That was exactly what he did.
“Okay, I’m going to go with the obvious question here. Why the hell are you in my home at—” I looked at my phone. “Four-thirty-one in the morning?”
I tossed my phone on the dresser and let the towel fall to the floor. I figured Wilder had already gotten a close-up view. What the hell did it matter now? Images of having sex in my bed and Wilder slinking out from underneath to ask a question suddenly popped into my head. I felt him staring at me while he took notes in his little black book. I needed to fucking move. That was the only answer, and even then, I didn’t think the other side of the world would be far enough for this level of insanity.
“I wanted to let you know that the male fucking your girl has a very unusual past.”
