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I followed the Mustang to a fucking Italian restaurant. One of those pricey ones with dark décor and romantic ambiance. He probably thought he would get lucky tonight. I’d set him straight.
I parked my bike and stalked the windows, finally stepping inside to snag a seat down the same aisle. Big menus sat on the table, and I held one up, blocking me from curious eyes. I waited until the guy got up to take a piss, and I followed him, entering behind him as he whipped out his dick at one of the stalls.
I couldn’t help glancing at it.Yep. Needle dick.
He could never satisfy Abigail like I could.
When he zipped up, I rushed forward, slamming his body into the wall. He yelped as I pinned him in place, checking his pockets until I pulled out his wallet.
“What the fuck? Get off me!” He wasn’t much of a threat, with his face smashed into the brown tile and his arms pinned behind him.
I scanned his license, memorizing the name and address before shoving it back to where I got it. “What do you want with Abigail Holmes?”
“What?”
I repeated the question, tightening my grip.
“I-I know her from work. I like her.”
With a name like Harold Simpson, I figured he probably told the truth. He sounded like a pharmacist.
“You’re gonna tell her you’re not feeling well and end the date.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I will fucking chop off your cock and shove it down your goddamn throat, needle dick. She’s not yours to date, touch, or even fucking think about.”
“Shit,” he cursed. “I don’t want trouble.”
“This is your only chance to avoid it. Don’t ask her out again.”
“Fuck. Okay, man.”
“I know where you live. Remember that.”
I let him go as he stumbled from the stall, rushing toward the bathroom door. He didn’t even look my way. I waited a couple of minutes before I followed, exiting the restaurant in time to catch the Mustang as it left the lot. I sent the crows ahead of me as I fired up my bike, following them at a safe distance. I bet he watched that rearview mirror the entire way to Abigail’s house.
A smirk twitched my lips.Don’t touch what’s mine, asshole.
Harold didn’t waste time dropping her off. The fucker didn’t even make sure she got inside the house before he backed down the driveway and pressed on the gas, skidding in his haste. Abigail shook her head as she entered her home, and I parked my bike in the usual spot, cutting the engine.
Harold Simpson didn’t get it. A woman like her was worth fighting over. She was perfect in every way. I noticed the organized way she arranged her clothes in her closet and cleaned the house every weekend. How she never forgot to water her plants. I trailed behind her when she went shopping, always at the same grocery store every Saturday.
She put effort into her appearance even when she only planned to buy groceries. Hair and makeup done in case one of her friends invited her to something last minute. Hell, maybe she wanted more dates. I wouldn’t let it happen, but I could understand loneliness.
And that was the emotion I felt from her more than any other. That familiar ache in the chest. A yearning for something more. We both shared it.
Later that night, with the crows watching from her roof, I slid under her bed. From here, I could feel the rise and fall of her chest like it sank into mine and slightly hovered above it. As if we shared every inhalation and exhalation, breathing in tandem. I wanted to slide out and pull back her sheets, letting her body heat and mine collide.
My eyes closed as my hands lowered, silently unbuckling my belt and popping the button on my jeans. I unzipped with such careful restraint that I nearly groaned when my cock finally sprang free. I suppressed a guttural cry of pleasure when my fist wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking the length as I imagined sliding into Abigail’s pussy and that first delicious plunge inside her wet heat.
“Mmmm,” she breathed above me as I heard the mattress creak.
I froze. Did she hear me?
A moan followed, and I shivered as I realized she was doing the same thing above me as I did right now. Touching herself. Getting off. Growing excited.
She needed release. Fuckkkk.
