Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance(57)

Everything is harder.

And then there’s the constant semi I’m walking around with. I’ve been waking up with a raging hard-on every morning since the kiss. And just like every other morning I grab clean clothes and go to the shower.

The first two days I felt guilty for picturing Cara while I jerked off, but not anymore. I open the faucets, strip the slacks from my body and step into the bath. I grip my cock hard and bring up the image of Cara’s breasts and pussy that’s been fucking engraved in my mind since I bathed her.

I imagine taking bites of her soft flesh, and when I let myself picture how I want to slam my cock inside her, my hips start to jerk, and I come hard.

Not even five fucking minutes and I come like a teenager!

I quickly wash, dry and get dressed.

Yeah, my morning routine now revolves around jerking off to the image of Cara’s tits and pussy. I’m so fucked.

When I come out of the bathroom, I hear her in the kitchen. When I see her ass in those tight slacks, I keep a safe distance. I’ll fuck her right through those pants, that’s how badly I crave her.

“I advertised in the local newspaper,” I say, my voice gruff with unadulterated lust. “I need to keep busy so I’m going to do odd jobs, helping people repair whatever they need fixed.”

She takes a sip of coffee and then smiles over the cup. “Always the fixer.”

“Yeah.” I force a smile to my face. “I have a job today. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

She places the cup on the counter and walks closer to me. “Does that mean I can go look for a job too?”

“Sure,” I say and my voice goes all gruff again as she moves into my personal space. “Just remember to go by Nina Jackson. If we’re going into town more, we’re going to have to start calling each other Alex and Nina.”

“Sure, Alex,” she says and a smile plays along her lips which makes me stare at her mouth for a moment too long. “Are you leaving now?”

I nod like an idiot. How’s it possible that this woman has reduced me to a walking hard-on? The predator has become the prey. Jeff is going to have a field day when we get together again.

“I am. I’ve made an extra set of keys so if you do decide to go somewhere, just lock the door. Oh yeah,” I move around her and open the one kitchen cupboard that’s become a little storage space for my stuff. I take the cheap phone out and hold it out to her. “Same thing as before. You use it only to phone me. Don’t give the number out to anyone.”

“But…” She takes the phone from me and our fingers brush, sending electric pulses straight to my cock. “What if I need to give a number to an employer?”

“Shit, you’re right. I don’t like the idea one bit but you can give it to an employer. Just don’t go giving it to everyone.”

She glares at me and it makes her look cute. “I’m not stupid, Mr. Jackson. Go work.” She starts to walk towards the bedroom but then stops and turns back to me. “It has your number on it, right?”

“Yeah.” I can’t keep from smiling. “Phone me if you need anything.”

She smiles and nods. “Great, thanks.” She walks into the bedroom and then calls out, “Have a nice day, hubby.”

I grin like an idiot. Yeah, I’m so pussy-whipped and I haven’t even had her yet.



Cara~

After Damian leaves, I quickly shower and get ready to head out myself. I’ll go crazy if I just sit around every day. I need something to keep myself busy with.

When I’m ready, I make sure all the appliances are off and all the windows are closed. I lock up behind me and then walk in the direction of town.

I love walking around here. Everything is so pretty and the fresh ocean air is calming.

My thoughts turn back to this morning when I walked past the bathroom, on my way to make some coffee. I could swear I heard Damian groan, as if he was having an orgasm. Just the thought of his strong hand stroking himself makes my body grow hot and bothered, but there’s a pang of sadness at the same time. It’s something I can’t give him. Sure, I masturbate quite a lot more than I normally did, but I just don’t know if I’ll be able to have actual sex with him.

We haven’t talked about us or what we are since the kiss. We also haven’t kissed again. He’s actually more careful around me, not touching me unless he has to – which sucks.

Maybe I scared him off?

Who does he think of when he’s making himself come?

Ugh … I’d die if he was thinking of someone else. I’m so screwed. I want him all to myself but I can’t give him all of me. How fucked up is that?

When I reach town there’s not many job prospects. I try Pete’s Place first, the local diner, but there are no jobs. This is going to be harder than I thought. I try the grocery and the cashier there tells me to try the hardware.

I cross the road and walk into the small hardware store. It’s hot and stuffy inside. I go over to the huge dark wooden counter. There’s a bell on top of the counter and I hesitate to ring it. I tap it quickly and the soft ping makes me cringe. Shit, I hope I didn’t bother anyone.

“Can I help you?” someone asks from the back of the store.

I walk closer and stop when I see a middle aged man sitting on a crate. He’s busy stocking the shelves.