Jenkins founda place to pull off the road and hide his truck. Her cabin was only a few miles away. If someone found his truck, they wouldn’t think he’d walked all the way to her place. The night vision goggles were good, but not great. He tripped a few times before he realized he had to pick up his feet a little more or he’d end up face-planting.
He slowed his pace, making it take longer to get to her place. When he walked up the driveway to her big cabin, he was surprised to see multiple vehicles parked out front. When had these people shown up?
Should he abandon his plans? He hid beside a tree, watching for more than five minutes. No one was up and moving around the cabin.
Who were these people who stayed at a place like this? If he moved to the cabin and looked in the windows, what would he see? Were these people like him? He knew without a doubt they weren’t. He shouldn’t have even thought they could be. He was unique and special. The people who rented places like this were fakers. Maybe hecould break in and kill them all. It’s what they deserved. They were probably weak-willed idiots who didn’t deserve to stay in a place like this.
Instead of moving to the big cabin’s door and stepping in, he moved to her cabin, keeping a lookout for logs or anything that would get in his way. He didn’t want to fall on his face and break something.
He froze when he saw her cabin. He could go into her place, and she would be right there. Would she welcome him into her bed? He knew how to have sex. He could fuck her into submission. That’s what all the alpha guys did, right? He’d heard men at bars talk about stuff like that. Having a woman submitting to him would be perfect.
He approached her cabin, noticing that most of the lights were off. The porch light still glowed, which would make it impossible to place the camera there.
Jenkins circled around the house, looking for the perfect windowsill to place the camera. Most of the windows had covers that blocked his view. He spied one window that was up high. That would be the perfect place. Maybe not perfect. It would be an adequate place for his first camera. He needed to buy more cameras, but he had no money. He either needed to steal something and sell it or wait until his next check.
He moved closer to her house, his head buzzing with wild thoughts of her doing things for him. If he went into her house now, would she let him touch her? What would she do if she woke up to him running his fingers over her body? He imagined slipping his hand under her nightgown, feeling his way up her legs to her center. But he wouldn’t stop there. He would search out her nipples and take them between his finger and thumb, pinching until each nipple became hard as a rock. She would love that. Her mouth would fall open and he would slide his cockinto her mouth hole and fuck her until he came down her throat.
After he placed the camera, his hands shaking so hard he feared he would drop the small thing, but he hadn’t, he stood beside her house, thinking about going inside and getting her to suck his dick.
It was too much, and he came right there in his underwear. He hadn’t even needed to touch himself. She did wild and crazy things to his body. He had to have her soon. There wasn’t any way he could exist in this world and not have her.
Once he learned her patterns and figured out how to get her into his bed, he would go after her. He had the cuffs, and the chains to make sure she stayed with him. With his supplies and special locks, she would never escape.
Chapter 9
Elowen blinked open her eyes,seeing the tree-filtered light bathing the wall opposite her window. She moved to roll over and groaned at the delicious soreness from sex with Griz.
Her gaze landed on his bare chest, and she had to stifle a moan. He was right there. Justin Williamson and all his glorious muscles right beside her. In her bed!
The number of fantasies she’d had about this man made her a little embarrassed. They’d run the gamut of sweet to so smutty they’d be banned in most countries.
His brown eyes blinked open and his gaze raked over her face then her body and back to her face. The smile on his lips was satisfied, and alluring. He ran a big hand over his face and then stretched. “Morning.”
“We should get up.”
“Ugh. The sun is up. I guess my plan of not letting them know I didn’t sleep there is gone.”
“They may not be up.”
His chuckle was deep and vibrated straight through her. “We usually wake up early.”
“Well, maybe they all slept in.”
He chuckled. “Maybe they did.”
“Want any coffee?”
“Sure. Might as well.” He caught her hand before she could get out of the bed. “So can I tell them about you? I know this is your business and you don’t want people thinking the wrong thing. We could tell them that you’re an old friend and we figured it out. I’ll say I slept on the couch.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “If they ever see my couch, they’ll know that is a lie. But no, I don’t mind your friends finding out we knew each other when we were kids. And I think you just leave out the part of where you slept. There’s no need to volunteer information.”
“I agree.”
“I need to brush my teeth and use the restroom. I have an extra toothbrush. It’s the one the dentist provides. I don’t love them, but I keep them around for cleaning. I would say I kept them around for men to use when they spend the night, but that never happens.”
His smile grew wider. “Thank you. I can get the coffee started before I head to the bathroom.”
“There’s not much to it. It’s a push button machine.”
