No.
I want this like a raging case of pubic lice with a smidge of burning piss.
Mentally, I press rewind. Realizing I got no game, while she’s a natural investigator. I used the same lines with Alena IRL as I did online. I feel like Fate’s fool and so fucking busted.
“I… uh… uh…”
And sound like one too.
“Three years?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “Three years, and it’s been you this whole time? Did you know I was DirtTGirl when we met? Is that why you’re here?”
“No. No, I swear, Alena. I didn’t know it was you until…” My dick stirs. It’s not getting the emergency memo. “Until I touched you, and was making you come, and you said the same fantasy from our chat. And then?—”
“Oh my god…” Her eyes close with a cute kill-me-now look on her face. “All the things I’ve said—that I’ve told you, that I got off doing for you. The banana last year…” She throws her stare to the stars. “I want to die, you know that, right?”
“Please don’t because you’re the one for me, and it’s getting me really hard just remembering it.” She meets my stare, her gaze not sure, so I smile, desperate for her to believe. “It’s Fate, Alena. Me and you. Don’t fight it. Just come inside.” I open my door wider. “Let’s talk.”
She hesitates on the edge of pride, pissed off, and passion, so I lower my voice. “Babygirl, get your hot ass in here right now, and tell LuvPounder why you’re his DirtTGirl, fucking a dildo for him for years.”
“Jeez,” she mutters, stepping inside, right up to my chest. “Press pause on the dildo talk. I’m the one asking the questions first.”
“Fine.” I close the door and grab my hoodie hanging on the coat rack, handing it to her to dry off. “Shoot.”
I’m an idiot.
She wipes the rain off her arms. “Why is a man, as hot as you, jerking his massive dick off online, when he can have any real pussy he wants?”
See? Told you.
Snowballs have better odds in hell than I do right now. But I sigh, getting better at this; keeping secrets while giving the truth. “Because you know I’m a Pleasure Dom, and this way, I can please thousands without being a man-whore.”
Her eyes widen. “Do youwantto fuck thousands?”
“No.” I step toward her. “I only wantyou.”
“I’m serious, Loch.”
“So am I, Alena.”
She blinks. “But you don’t really know me yet.”
“Yes, I do, DirtTGirl. For three years, I’ve known you online. And after this week and last night, I know you even more.”
“Wait.” She pokes my chest. “So, you’re telling me this is all Fate? You, loving Slurpees? And living next door? And working with me? You, the perfect man for me, just stumbled into my life?”
Guilt twists my gut.No, that was part of the plan.The kings’ plan to protect our princess.
So, what was Fate?
“The Wedding Singer,” I answer, not lying about this. “DirtTGirl told me about that movie.Youmade me love it. Two years ago on August 1st, DirtTGirl said she was sad. That it was her birthday, and she had no date. So I told her I’d be her date. Every Saturday night.Youwere my date, Alena.”
I suddenly realize it. Struck by a cosmic feeling.
“But… but did youlikeDirtTGirl?” She stammers, “Like…LIKE…like her?”
Can her eyes get any wider? Can I make any sense of this sweet clusterfuck of emotions?
Have I secretly loved Alena for three years? Yes.
