“Yeah, yeah.” I can almost see my sister rolling her eyes. She giggles, then I’m the one rolling my eyes.
“Go finish whatever you were doing. I’ll talk to you after I get back to Seattle.” I hang up and stand from my chair, immediately leaving my office to head home.
I know exactly how I’m going to work out these emotions rolling through me, then tomorrow will be a fresh start. When I return, I won’t be obsessing over Hattie anymore. But for tonight, I’ll allow myself to indulge.
On my way to the condo, I book the first flight out of Seattle in the morning and a rental car, texting my dad to tell him I’m coming tomorrow for an impromptu visit. It’s overdue anyway, something I should have made time for in the past several months.
When the elevator doors open on my floor, I slide my phone back in my pocket and stalk down the hallway, my dick already half hard. I unlock the condo and walk into the main area to find Hattie snuggled into the corner of the large sectional couch, reading. I head straight for her, having one goal, and that’s to get inside her.
“Hey, how was—” She must see something on my face that causes her to abruptly stop.
Hattie sets her book aside, her eyes transfixed on me. When I reach her, I bend at the waist and hoist her over my shoulder.
“Bast, what are you doing?” She sounds more amused than afraid.
She’s wearing a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts that give me easy access to her pussy, so I place my hand between her legs on the walk down the hall and play with her. Hattie moans, and the scent of her arousal hits me, making my dick push against the zipper of my slacks, demanding to be sated.
We reach my bedroom, and I deposit her onto the mattress. Her eyes go wide, and I admire her hair sprawled out on my bed.
“I need you” is all I say, pulling my shirt out of my pants and toeing out of my shoes. “Take your clothes off.”
She peels off her tank top. Of course she doesn’t argue, she’s perfect. She’ll take what I dish out with no complaints, and the best part is that she’ll reap the rewards.
Once I’m naked, I cup my balls and stroke myself, fixated by this perfect creature.
“I want to film us.” Fuck, the idea of being able to watch us together long after I’ve destroyed everything between us would be a gift. A little something to torture myself with. Panic cuts across Hattie’s face, and I put my hands up in defense. “I would never show anyone. It would be for us only.”
For me.
The panic subsides, and I already know she’s going to agree before she says, “Okay.” I block out the trust in her eyes because it spurs nausea in my stomach.
I grab my phone and head across the room to the area where the TV is mounted on my wall above my dresser. I don’t have a tripod or anything, have never needed one, but I’ll improvise.
After I start the recording, I flip the camera so it’s facing me and prop it up against some decorative figurine the designer said my bedroom would look cold without. I should send her a thank you note after this.
Once I’ve angled the phone so it faces the bed, I walk over to Hattie. She’s propped up on her elbows, biting her lower lip.
“Don’t be nervous, it’s still just us.” I slide open the drawer of the nightstand and retrieve a condom, spotting the panties I stole from Hattie’s room. Another idea takes shape.
“I want you bare.” I turn and look at her over my shoulder.
“I’m on birth control.” When my eyes narrow, she adds, “For my periods.”
I need to cool it with the jealousy shit. I remind myself it’s exactly why I’m heading out tomorrow morning.
“I’ve been tested recently, and I don’t have any STIs,” I say.
“I was tested a long time ago after… and you know I haven’t…”
I step forward with the underwear clenched in my fist, then use my free hand to thread through the hair in the back of her head. “I know you’ve only spread those thighs for me.”
“Are those mine?” She eyes her pink panties in my hand.
“Yes.”
“Where… what…”
I slide my hand down from her head to her breast and pinch her nipple, watching the way her eyes dilate and her mouth drops open.
