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He guzzles a water bottle in two seconds flat before wiping his mouth after he’s done. Why something so simple sends shivers directly to my pussy, has me questioning my sanity. I’ve gone without sex for so long without a thought. Now my body has reawakened, begging for more orgasms. Stupid body. It’s been two nights of orgasms, and suddenly, I want more.
I swallow hard, averting my eyes to my sleeping child snuggled beside me after too much activity. And stealthily avoid the half-naked man. If I don’t look at him, he’ll disappear, right? Before I do something stupid.
“When did what happen?” I ask, clearing my damn throat from all the lustful thoughts trying to break free and fulfill my damn fantasies.
Make it more obvious, would ya?
They’re already starting to cloud my thoughts with their manly scents, heated touches, and sinful looks. My stalker better be behind bars before long, or I’ll lose myself to them. Again. God, they’re like a fucking drug I can’t escape, infecting me with their beings.
I’m so fucking screwed, aren’t I?
I want to take it glacially slow and build something meaningful. Before I stupidly jump into the sack with them like I did before. Sure, sex sounds so wonderful now, but I want to be sure they’re in it for the long haul.
“Her singing.”
With so much affection, Kieran stares at Lyric, too, gazing at her sleeping form. She doesn’t move an inch when my fingers touch her tiny, red ears—barely stirring when my fingers weave through her hair and straighten it out.
“She’s a natural talent,” I murmur.
“Good news, everyone!” Jordy shouts from the basement stairs with a grin, throwing his arms out wide.
Dressed in his usual black attire with guns hanging off holsters, he strolls in like he owns the place. Typical fucking Jordy. A cocky smirk plays on his lips until he’s at the center of the room. Everyone eyes him when he untucks a file folder from beneath his arms and takes us in.
“How do you keep sneaking into my house?” Callum asks with a tic forming in his jaw. Agitation sparkles in his eyes like he’s ten seconds away from laying Jordy out flat. A fact I don’t doubt when he puts his bass down and cracks his knuckles.
“Special agent, duh,” he quips, affectionately eyeing Lyric as she rests beside me.
“What’s up, Professor?” I say jokingly, making him snort. “Anything good?”
Jordy nods, tapping the file folder and handing it to me with a grim expression. “Adrian was caught last night,” he says as I flip open to a picture of a messy apartment littered with trash and debris. How anyone lived there is beyond me. Dirt and grime make up the walls and the furniture.
“Is he in jail?” Kieran asks, straightening his spine.
“Better,” Jordy says, helping me flip to another page. “Adrian was such a pussy about getting caught that he ended everything before we could question him.” He rolls his lips together. “Sorry, we didn’t get you any clear answers, Riv.” Shaking his head, he points to the report, stating Adrian shot himself in bed. “But it’s over, at least.”
“No notes or anything?”
Jordy snorts, scratching the back of his head. “We’re still investigating his apartment. But we found your old phone, a camera, and a shit ton of pictures of you. From errr…your house, the beach, and anywhere this sick fuck could get into. Basically, it’s all pointing to this asshole 100 percent.”
My damn heart drops. Right. That asshole had access to my house. “Fuck. He saved them from my house?”
Jordy squats down, making eye contact with me, and gives me a reassuring look. “From what we could tell from your old phone, he was able to gain access to your cameras.” I blanch, bringing a hand to my chest, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. Another hand grasps mine, squeezing in support as I get the full picture of my stalker’s activities.
“You’ll let me know if you find a connection? I don’t understand why someone I don’t even know would follow me around.”
It’s always blown my fucking mind that someone would want to follow me around. I’m so damn dull and do the same shit every day. Go to work. Take care of Ly. The list goes on and on. I’m never in the same spot for too long and always taking care of others. So, why in the hell would some asshole want pictures of my boring life? I’ll never fucking understand.
“Always, Dollface. I’ll keep you updated on anything new. So far, all we have is what we’ve investigated. Stalkers tend to latch on to a person who fits an idea rather than the person themselves. Our running theory after checking into his background is Adrian had an ex who passed four years ago, who was around your age, build, and height. So, we think somewhere along the way, the two of you crossed paths, and he latched on to you. And as soon as these assholes came into the picture, something flipped in him. Maybe it was meeting you again in real life at the fight, but we’re not totally sure. But we’re pretty damn confident he’s our guy.” He claps his hands with confidence, shutting the door on my entire stalker situation.
I should feel relieved that this whole thing is over, and I can rest easy now, but something nags at the back of my mind. From here on out, I’ll be looking over my shoulder. No matter what.
“Liv will keep you updated, too. Since she’s your go to and all. Which is hurtful by the way. I thought we were pretty tight. She’ll be thrilled to have you under her nose again. She’s been a damn beast since she sent you away.” He scrunches his nose. “Please come home soon,” he quips, flicking my nose like the annoying gnat he is.
Fucker.
“Bastard,” I grunt as the others tense at his actions. Gently, I run my fingers over the soreness on my nose.
“When can we?” Rad asks, running a towel through his sweaty mullet.
