I can’t decide when it’s okay to invade Alena’s privacy. Hacking her computer to make sure she’s not being targeted online? Never. She’s an adult and too smart for that shit. Turning on the hidden bug while I’m talking to her dad, or she’s talking to her friend? It doesn’t feel right either.
But when it’s justus?
And it’s her bedtime?
Here’s my conundrum.
When I was in her cabin, installing the bug, I knocked her nightstand drawer open, and my dick surged at the sight of way too many dildos and vibrators. Most were unused, in their boxes, though one lucky dildo was free.
Guess it’s Alena’s favorite.
And it’s big.
And I’m a flawed man.
Alena’s been a secret problem in my pants for years, and I just need to know if I have a chance with her.
Pressing the remote, I turn on the bug, the sounds of her bedtime routine lulling through my speakerphone. Brushing teeth. Glass lotion jars. A cute sneeze before the bathroom light dims, and sheets rustle as she settles into bed.
For ten long minutes, I listen to nothing but her silence and crickets chirping outside.
Look uppatheticin the dictionary.
What did I expect? That she likes a solo Southern romance like me? That she shares my love of dirty DIY?
I’m about to turn off my punishment… but she moves, and a drawer slides open.
Oh, shit.
Alena, are you…?
Oh hell, Loch, are you…?
Her moan fills my speaker, and my dick roars,“Yes, I am!”
Holy fuck. The soft sound of her pleasure makes my chest heave. Through the binoculars, I can see Alena’s silhouette, writhing under her bedspread.
My dirty girl, I know what you’re doing,and it must be with her big dildo because I don’t hear a telltalebuzz.
But this is too far, right? It’s definitely crossing into pathetic-pervert territory, and I ca?—
“Loch,” her voice pleads, and I growl so loudly in my cabin that I startle Mutt. He growls too.
“Fuucckk,” I groan because this means…
Alena wants me too.
This has been my fantasy for so long. My name, moaned over Alena’s lips, makes my dick swell so fast with blood that I get dizzy. Closing my eyes, I grab the countertop, gulping for breath.
For years, I didn’t exist to Alena, while she was my world.Was I in love or a loser? Definitely both because I lived in the hope of catching a glimpse of Alena.
It’s been a cruel storm of joy and pain, knowing she’s my soulmate because mine ached so fucking bad for her.
And now, in one day.
Alena’s starting to feel the same way about me?
Maybe.
