She pulls outclothing and sets it on top of the rock. Her next move causes all the air to escape from my lungs. My cock hardens as she pulls the black shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground. I allow my gaze to drift up her toned stomach to her full tits straining against the lacy blue fabric holding them in place.
Reaching behind her back, she unfastens her bra, and I hold my breath in anticipation. When she slides it down her arms and drops it, I’m sure I’ve died and gone to paradise.
This girl is beautiful in a way that changes everything you thought you knew.
Her long blonde hair hangs down her back, nearly touching her elbows on either side. She looks to the sky, appearing peaceful, as she exhales a long breath. I reach into my pants and squeeze my cock as she hooks her thumbs into her pants and slides them down over the curve of her hips.
That’s it, gorgeous girl. Show me everything.
She grabs soap from her backpack and steps into the water. My heart squeezes at the realization that my girlishomeless, but it doesn’t talk my cock down as her fingers work the soap over her voluptuous tits. I watch with rapt attention as her hand disappears into the water. Her eyes close as she makes the sweetest sound. I wish I could see what she’s doing to herself, but she’s hidden in the shallow water that sits at her waist.
I pull my shorts down over my hips and take my cock out. Placing one hand on the tree trunk beside me for stability, I fist my length with my other one as she pleasures herself. The moonlight shines down on her, giving a soft glow to her skin as she comes undone. I come on the tree bark, imagining it's her, while I listen to her breathy moans of pleasure.
I watch while she comes.
I watch while she gets dressed.
When she lies on the cold hard ground to sleep, I stay.
I don’t know why I’m attached to a woman I’ve barely spoken to, but the thought of leaving her here alone is crushing. I fear for her safety and my sanity.
She looks so goddamn angelic as she falls asleep. Her blonde hair is still wet, and splayed around the earth as she lies on her back. I watch her as her lashes flutter slightly and her chest rises and falls with deep, heavy breaths. Her lips are parted as she appears to rest peacefully. A sudden spark of anger runs through me.
Does she know the danger she would be in if I weren’t here protecting her?
Anybody could come and see her lying alone. Fucking defenseless. I’m sure killing the members of her church has ruffled some feathers at the very least. It’s dangerous for her to be lying outside, completely unaware of predators lurking.
Predators like me.
I move closer, knowing I shouldn’t. If I get too close, she’ll try to touch me, probably to hit me. And I really don’t want to scare her. I don’t know exactly what she’s been through, but it’s obviously something traumatic. It’s the reason for her killing. The number of bodies we find in our field only increases, so it seems like she’s escalating. Is she getting more pissed off? Or are they doing things to her that we miss on the cameras?
It has been two years since my last kill, but I’m happy to dust off my bow and do it again. If anyone lays a fucking finger on her, they’re dead. I can’t leave her out here alone. Either I set up camp here every night, or I need to take her somewhere safe.
With me.
Against my better judgement, I move closer to her, needing to inhale her scent. I move on the ground, slowly, paying attention to every movement as I close the gap between us. My knee hits a twig, and makes more noise than I was intending. I wait, making sure I didn’t wake her. When she’s still out, I crawlforward again. Finally, I’m hovering over her, looking into that beautiful face.
Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. I couldn’t see it from a distance, but now I see the perfect blush on her cheeks. Pressing my face against her neck, I inhale her scent. How the hell does a homeless serial killer smell like a goddamn rose garden? She is so fucking sweet. I run my thumb over her bottom lip and whisper.
“Tomorrow, beautiful Little Heathen. That’s when everything changes for us.”
CHAPTER FIVE
THE HEATHEN
The Next Day…
“Where the fuck is your Prophet?”I ask Aaron for the third time as I press my foot into his balls, grinding hard with the heel of my boot.
“We will protect Prophet Jedediah at all costs,” he grunts out, his voice showing the pain I’m inflicting.
I push down harder with my foot, and he screams as his face turns bright red.
“With your life?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“With everything,” he says with a bite, dripping with contempt.
Dropping down onto his chest, I hold my cross up and smile.
