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Placing his hand on the door, he thought about knocking. He should apologize, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to face the hurt he had caused. Not while both of their feelings were still so raw. Slowly, his hand slid down the door in defeat.
He made his way back downstairs to the kitchen to make a sandwich for himself. He would make Sloane one if and when she came out of her room later. Plopped in front of his television, Max scanned through the channels while he ate his turkey sandwich. By the time he finished eating, there still wasn’t anything on that he cared to watch. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and brought up the contact information for Foster.
“Hey man, what’s up?”
“You talked to Sloane earlier, so you have the majority of it.”
“Yeah, she puts on a good face, but she seemed a little trampled on.”
“She was.”
Max recounted the events of the day as he’d remembered her describing to him. He pictured her face as she bolted out of the stairwell, right into Winston’s arms. He’d wished it was his arms she ran into. She’d felt so good pressed up against him as she waited to give her statement.
Foster’s voice brought him out of his haze.
“She must have been terrified.”
“All she wanted was that sorry excuse of a boyfriend to comfort her.”
“I made some calls after I talked to her. Brody told one of his buddies he was going to see Carmela after his shift. I’ll give Sloane a call to see how she’s holding up.”
“She’s upset, but all right. She’s lying down.”
“How would you know?”
“They knew her name, Foster. Probably her address as well. No way could she go back there, much less go there alone.”
“She never told me that earlier. This isn’t good.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“All right, I’ll try to work around mine and Bella’s schedule so she isn’t ever alone. I know your rule about women, but can she stay there tonight? Or should I come get her?”
“No, she’s fine. You don’t have to rearrange anything. I don’t have anything I need to do for a few days that require me to leave the house. She can stay here.”
“You really are sweet on her, aren’t you?”
“Shut up, dude. I’m just trying to help her out.”
“You keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll even start believing it. All right, man, take care of her. I’ll touch base with you tomorrow.”
Max slumped back against the couch after disconnecting the call, scrubbing his face with his hands. The burdens of the day settled unacceptably on his shoulders. Resigned that there was nothing more he could do tonight, he made his way up to bed, stopping first to brush his teeth. The toothbrush he had giving Sloane was open on the countertop.
He stopped by her door again. All was silent inside. Opening it quietly, Max peered inside to make sure she was okay.
Sloane was wrapped around one of the many pillows that covered the bed, her long porcelain legs cradling part of the cushion. Her golden hair spilled over another. She had changed into nothing more than the shirt he had supplied, and it had ridden up, just barely hiding the swell of her ass cheeks. Her soft moan brought his dick to attention. Silently, he backed out of the room and marched to his own. How the hell was he supposed to sleep now?
Tossing and turning, Max couldn’t get the image of Sloane spread across the bed in the next room out of his mind. The way the moonlight illuminated her skin, causing it to practically glow. What would it feel like to touch her? To run his hands over her velvety skin? Grasping his shaft, he began stroking it slowly, imagining Sloane’s supple thighs wrapped around him.
His strokes became longer, pulling harder as his hips thrust up involuntarily to meet his hand. Max pictured her above him. Her golden tresses falling across his chest. Slowly his orgasm built, quickening his breath. He was close. A few more thrusts and he would find sweet release. Knowing Sloane was in the next room just made it hotter.
Her sudden scream of “Max!” brought his orgasm instantly. Only his concern kept him from truly enjoying the moment. He donned his boxer briefs after using a towel to clean off the evidence from his stomach, even as he left the privacy of his bedroom. Without knocking, he entered the room. Sloane was sitting on the bed with her knees up to her chin, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She looked terrified. Max rushed to her side, lowering himself onto the mattress next to her. He pulled her head against his chest.
“It’s okay, babe, I’m here. Everything is all right.”
“I was being chased. He almost had me this time.”
“It was just a dream.”
