Where are you?
I wait thirty seconds, but when nothing comes back, I walk toward the security room. It’s on the residential side of the island and has monitors covering every corner of every path. If she is anywhere on this island, I will be able to see exactly where.
The security room door is not fully closed, and I push it open slowly. The monitors are on, and I find the right screen immediately. Clay has Kayla bent over a desk, and her hands are cuffed behind her back. He is behind her, one hand on her shoulder blades pinning her down, and his mouth on her neck. I flick on the sound and take a seat.
“I told you that mouth of yours would get you into trouble.”
Kayla says something I don’t catch as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of my pants.
Clay’s response is to bring his hand down on her ass, and she gasps loudly. He fists her hair when she laughs, and then he whispers something in her ear. Pulling her back, he releases her hair, then grips her mesh shirt in both hands and rips it clean down the middle.
As an objective observer, the sound is extremely satisfying. This is pure gold and my cock agrees.
He leans over her and sucks the shell of her ear intohis mouth as she pushes her ass back against him. Then he straightens, hooks his fingers into the cuffs, and pulls, making her arch her spine. I fist myself as I watch him flip her skirt up over her perfect ass. He slides his finger under the fabric of her thong and tears the part that connects it to the top.
Clay steps back and undoes his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor.
I lick my lips as he fists his cock, just like I am stroking mine, and I wait for the moment he puts the tip in and drives into her.
One of his hands grips the chain between the cuffs as the other slides around her neck, and she moans his name. He pauses, and I slowly stroke my cock again, wondering what he plans to do next. He thrusts inside her, and the sound she makes has me moving faster, wishing she was here to wrap her pussy around my dick and ride me.
Clay fucks her hard and fast, and I’m almost ready to blow my load to the sound of her moans and screams.
“Clay,” she cries out, and he pulls her upright against his chest. Kayla tips her head back onto his shoulder, and he bites down on her neck. Her entire body trembles and comes apart for him, sending me over the edge.
Clay holds her through it, his face pressed to the side of her head. He whispers something I can’t hear, and she laughs. Then he does something I have never seen him do in the entire time I’ve known him.
He smiles.
Not his smug smile; an actual, real, genuine smile. I’m not sure it suits him, but I will take it because it means he wants her as much as I do. Locating a box of tissues, I wipe my hand and tuck myself away.
She is staying—I can feel it in my bones.
With my hands in my pockets, I stroll back toward the Asylum. The noise in my head is perfectly quiet. Everything is falling into place, and I decide pursuing her has been my best idea to date.
Kayla
Coming home after a shift at the bar is one of the best feelings in the world. I can take my boots off, strip down to an oversized shirt, and remove the minimal makeup I wear. I can just be myself. Tonight was a long night, and there were a lot of people there to see the local band Rogue booked. My brain is running on fumes.
Opening my door, I step inside and look around. Something feels off, though nothing looks out of place at first glance. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but I know someone has been inside my loft. From the front door, I can see every part of my apartment except inside the bathroom, and the door is open. I walk across the room and flick the light on, finding it empty. There’s no one here, and nothing is out of place.
I sit on the edge of my bed and look around the room, telling myself that I’m just tired and on edge. It’s been three years almost to the day that I left Aaron, yet he still gets inside my head.
Despite trying to reassure myself, the feeling remains,so I head downstairs and knock on Mabel’s door. I know it’s late—or early—but I have to know if anyone came here. She is normally awake until I get home, like the grandmother I never wanted but the universe granted me. She takes a minute to open the door; she probably didn’t hear the first knock since her television is at a deafening level.
“Sorry to bother you, but has anyone been in my loft today?”
“No, is everything okay?”
“It’s fine, I just thought I left a window open, and it’s now closed. I’m probably just tired.”
“You work so hard,” she says with a small smile. “You need to rest.”
“I will, thank you. Have a nice night.”
Mabel waves me off, and I go back upstairs.
When I walk back inside, I see it. The chair at the table is pushed in perfectly, but I never push it back in. It’s always left how it was when I stood up from it last. Someone was here and my hands instantly turn clammy.