come for me, tesoro.
It only took a few more seconds before her entire body tensed, and mine to do the same. A couple more strokes had me spilling over my hand. She was beautiful when she came, just like I remembered.
I couldn’t wait to see it in person again.
I sat there and waited until her stream was over, until her bedroom light went out, and after, trying to be sure she was asleep.
Once I felt enough time had passed, I cut the engine and walked towards her building. It was late, so no one was around, but I’d learned a long time ago that if you look like you’re supposed to be somewhere, people rarely remember you.
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I reached the door of the building, a basic coded lock waiting for me.
This would be even easier than I’d thought.
I took the cover off the keypad, revealing a USB slot designed for locksmiths to use in troubleshooting. In a way, I was doing the same thing, except the only problem with the door was that it was locked and I wanted to go through it. Taking a little blackbox from my pocket, I plugged it into the slot. The entire process of jailbreaking the lock took me only a couple of minutes, before the light turned green, granting me access.
Tada! I thought, like a magician revealing a fantastic trick, as I entered the lobby, shutting the door behind me to reengage the lock.
I took the stairs two at a time until I reached her door. It was another keypad. I repeated the process I had used downstairs until the lock disengaged and I could open the door.
Her apartment was… certainly her. Everything inside was pink and fluffy. And messy. There was a bowl of empty popcorn sitting on the coffee table and a mess of throw pillows. If I had to guess, she hadn’t seen her remote in days in this state.
This was something that would have to be fixed, once a deal was struck, of course.
For now, I was just here as a silent observer. This hadn’t been a part of my plan either, but apparently, I was throwing all logic out the window tonight.
I tiptoed quietly back to where I thought her bedroom was. It seemed I was right, as I quickly recognized the room from the stream. Her scent was baked into the place, practically leaking from the walls.
It was even worse in here. Her bed and the immediate area was clean for the camera, but behind where it wouldn't see, there were clothes all over the floor. The dresser was overflowing with different cosmetics, and I was pretty sure there wasn’t a single drawer fully closed in that thing.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to resist the urge to organize it right away.
Instead, I focused on the sleeping figure on the bed.
She was fully tucked in, with only her strands of pink hair poking out. I stood there, looking at her for longer than I’d like to admit.
Eva was just the perfect surrogate for the pack. Thinking about anything beyond that was moot. But knowing it and agreeing were different things, and I couldn’t stop the hindbrain part of me from trying to tell me I could have both. That was selfish, even for me.
She rolled, and I froze, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. But the omega was still fast asleep, adjusting until she was lying on her back. One arm stretched slightly above her head while the other pushed the blanket down a little, giving me a full view of her face and her perfect, round tits in her thin tank top. They were so fucking big that they poured from the sides a bit, or maybe the shirt was small. Either way, I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.
She was just so…perfect. There was nothing else to it.
I stayed a little longer, committing my sweet omega’s face to memory.
When I finally left, through the front door, the same way I’d come, I made sure to lock it.
This was going to work; it had to.
I wouldn’t settle for anyone else.
Eva was mine, whether she knew it or not.
“There’sa closet with good ventilation that’d work well as a server room over there. You could hook up the wifi here and have a cable run—that isn’t an included utility, so you’ll have to sort that yourself,” the beta leasing agent said, using her company-branded pen to point out the amenities.
Or I guess,possibleamenities.
The rent for the space really didn’t cover much more than the floor and walls. Even the ceiling felt like it was only included because this was the third floor of a four-story building.
I wrote down her suggestion in my notes app as I continued to toddle after the agent. It certainly wasn’t the nicest or newest building I’d ever been in, but there was a lot of space, outlets, and a working bathroom.
