Chapter one
Ethan
Ihated watching, but I couldn’t touch and there was no chance in hell I'd walk away from my current obsession. Watching her was wrong. I knew that in my head, but I couldn’t stop. Blake was beautiful; her long raven hair that came down to mid back, and her streaks of green through the bangs looked so soft I wanted to run my fingers through it. Her full lips I wanted to bite. Her round breasts, thick curves and long legs had me wanting to drop to my knees. She was stunning. She is my everything. My reason for being, she is my sun, my moon, my stars and my very soul. Her smile made my world turn.
But she doesn't know I exist.
What would happen if she did?
I watch her from afar, content as long as she isn't hurt. No, never hurt, never again. I follow her everywhere from a safe, inconspicuous distance. Yoga, work, the grocery story– she prefers Aldi to the others. When she sleeps is when I allowmyself to get the closest. Sneaking into her room, sometimes taking her panties from that day. Never touching though. I didn't want to wake her. I wasn’t prepared for her to see me.
I made sure nothing hurt her, not even her nightmares.
The last person who tried, ended up with my knife peeling their skin from their flesh. All because he’d dared try to raise a hand to her. Her ex had been a drunken prick. He’d talk down to her, cheat on her, and, worst of all, hit her. How he could do that to my beautiful Rosebud, my shining star, I didn't know. Her eyes were a unique whiskey brown that looked like honey in the sunlight. Even more so when she cried. I had seen her once crying in the coffee shop after a fight. She was even more stunning when she cried. However, when she smiled, it was like all my problems had been solved. She utterly swallowed me up.
Her soft velvet skin didn't deserve to have any marks left unless they were from my hand. She didn’t deserve to cry unless it was from pleasure. So, he had to go. I took it slow, one minute for every day he’d hurt her. I had to be careful he wouldn’t bleed out. After all,three years is a long time.
I watched her bend to slide on her booty shorts and suppressed a groan. Imagining my fingerprints on her thighs, my hand around her throat. It had my cock swelling and twitching. I bet her tight cunt would look great around my dick as I spread her open. I wanted to both cherish her and make her cry and beg me to stop. To take her apart only to put her back together again. My phone beeped, and I sighed. I was late already, but I hated having to leave her for work. If only I could watch her all day, satisfied just to see her smile. That alone gave me a reason to exist. She made me feel alive. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. If only we could meet out in the open. I wasn’t brave enough to approach her though.
Today, though, I had promised my best friend that I'd run security for his band. He was the lead vocalist for the up-and-coming bandThe Mistakes. Back in high school, I was a part of the band as their bassist, too. Mal is the vocalist, and I helped him get the band going. I had to leave just as we got signed to a label, though.
What's that saying?
Don't eat in your own backyard?
That and an attempted murder charge. My obsession with Mal, plus the investigation, didn't look good for the band. I didn't want to ruin his label deal just because I couldn't keep my cool, so it was best if I left.
Now my eyes were on her, for her and only her.
Who was I kidding?Mal called and I dropped everything.
Before tonight, I had yet to speak to Mal since I ran into Blake a few years ago. I’d distanced myself because when he was around, I gravitated towards him. My mind was full of that bastard and I got crazy. It's a lot like I did with Blake. I wasn’t sure I could handle having both of them running through my mind together. Mal had made it easy to walk away.
He'd helped the police investigate me.Not intentionally, but Mal didn't know when to stop talking. It was amazing he'd kept his identity secret this long. Even with me keeping my distance, when your best friend calls, you pick up. Besides, it’s not like I was very good at staying away. The only reason I wasn't following him around was because of his tour.
It turns outThe Mistakeswere playing tonight at the campgrounds, their last stop on the tour, and he needed extra security. With my build and "being a tall, scary mother fucker," I was apparently perfect for it. I hated leaving her, but being there for Mal,being needed by him, was just as important. I couldn’t let Malcolm go.
"See you soon, Blake," I murmured, putting my phone away before heading to my car.
She was getting ready for something, and it made my skin crawl. I didn’t know anything about her having plans tonight. How did I miss this? If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed to be there for Mal tonight. Was she going to be safe? Luckily, I put a tracker on her phone so I could always find her. My brain felt like it was splitting in two as I walked away.
Chapter two
Ethan
"You're late, man!" Mal called out when I started walking up. "I have to start getting ready; you're supposed to help protect me!" He said with more sarcasm than anything in his tone.
I rolled my eyes. "Shut the fuck up, Mal. We both know if it comes down to it, you can protect yourself."
Mal and I were both on the football team and wrestled while in high school. We could take care of ourselves. This was just about his 'identity' bullshit. That shithead's band had a whole autonomy thing going on. No one knew who they were; everyone used code names, wore masks, and covered all identifying marks. The mystery didn’t stop the fans from going feral for him simply from his voice. Or maybe it was the mask kink of the population.
Mal huffed. "Come on now, Bugsy," he pouted. “I can, but it's nicer when you do it. I can’t ruin my image.”
My right eye twitched at the old nickname. "I'll leave right now," I grunted. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
"And miss me on stage? I'm hot as fuck up there," Mal grinned, stepping closer. “Oh, come on, E, I’ve been calling you Bugsy since high school.” He laughed.
"I don’t care, and I'm not denying that, but I didn't come here to watch you perform,Malcolm," I warned with my tone.
