“I still care. Maybe I should call Henry and okay this with him first.”
“Good luck, but I’m sure he’s blocked you by now. You kept blowing up his phone while we were in the shower and trying to go to bed.”
“What do you mean while you were in the shower?”
“Wait, you’re still calling him?” The other man’s face tints a light red color.
“It’s not what you think, babe. I was trying to get a package I accidentally delivered to him the other day.”
“You went to the cabin?”
Yeah, he isn’t making this better for himself. “Why you’ve been calling isn’t important. Only the part where you stop is. You’ve moved on, and it’s only fair you let him do that too.”
“You mean with you?” Travis straightens his stance.
Blondie shoves him out of the way and places the key in my hand. “Here. You got what you wanted, you can leave now.”
“Yes, I can. You two enjoy the rest of your day,” I say, smirking when I hear them bickering behind me as I hurry out the door. The way Travis kept getting upset and jealous of me makes me wonder if he really was the one who trashed my house. He said I looked familiar. Could be from the day at the park or from when he broke the glass on the picture frames hanging on my walls.
It doesn’t matter anymore. I have the key now, and more importantly, I have Henry.
Twenty-seven
Henry
My phone goes off as I’m giving Huey more water. Scratching him between the ears with one hand as he drinks from the bowl, I use my other to grab the fussing device from the counter. Rolling my eyes, I bite the inside of my cheeks as my phone says Travis’s name on repeat. I wonder if this means he’s met Raf. I’m kind of hoping it does. No, not kinda. I really hope he did. I smileat the thought of Raf telling him about what he did to me in the shower earlier and how we used the cage we ordered.
I tug and twist at my lip as I remember the praises he whispered in my ear as I fell apart in the water. Rafael’s sounds come through next. All the ones he made an hour before that, when I rubbed my lace-covered ass over the metal preventing his cock from growing as much as it normally would. He was a blubbering mess, and I was close to coming from the sounds alone. Then he shoved his fingers inside me and tugged me through the thin fabric of my panties.
“This is for you,” he said. “You always get the most out of this. It’s how you like it. How we both like it.”
Everything he said and did tore me apart piece by piece. I was slouched over on the floor trying to remember how to move, and then he shattered my brain more when bent down behind me to eat my ass. That man feasted like someone who hadn’t eaten in days. He was so fucking starved for me. He always is. It almost doesn’t feel real. Maybe I could believe it more if Travis saw us. If someone else saw us.
Five minutes after the ringing stops, Travis calls again. Then again. I sigh, straightening my back, and Huey watches me as I pace the kitchen. Should I answer? Before I can wonder if Rafael has the key yet, a text alert pops up, and I hit the screen to have my phone read it out loud to me.
Travis:Some asshole showed up to my house and shoved me around. Please tell me you aren’t seeing him?
What’s it to him? He doesn’t want me. Does that mean no one else should.
Travis: The guy’s no good. I can tell. You shouldn’t be trusting just anyone to go rummaging in your house and in your things.
The only person I never should have trusted is him. My anger starts to get the best of me, and then realization dawns on me. Raf got the key. I breathe a sigh of relief, pressing a hand to mychest and loving how much lighter it feels there. He got the key and I no longer have to worry about Travis barging in whenever he feels like it.
Travis:Please answer, baby. I’m only calling because I’m worried about you. Whoever this guy is, he’s probably using you.
My chest tightens and I dig my nails into the counter. If that was the case, why even bother going through all this trouble for me? Why trust me with his pig and keep coming back after already getting what Travis probably thinks is the only thing he’s after. He’s wrong. I shut my eyes, tugging at my hair so hard I’m focusing on the pain more than his words. He’s wrong. He’s always been wrong.
My phone rings again, and as I’m about to shut it off, my best friend’s name fills the space around me. I quickly answer, spinning around to rest my backside against the counter.
“Hello.”
“Henry?”
“Yeah? Is everything okay?” I say, trying to steady my breathing.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I got a weird call from Travis. The man sounds off his rocker. He kept going on about some dangerous stalker inside your house.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes so hard I almost give myself a headache. “Yeah, off his rocker is one way to describe him.”
