Page 2 of Restless Obsession

When I’d mentioned my move to my brothers, they’d looked at me like I had grown an extra head. But I didn’t try to bullshit any kind of explanations. There was nothing I could say or reason for moving a block away into a shittier building compared to where I’d been.

Not without confessing the truth. So, I hadn’t even tried.

Thankfully, they hadn’t pressed too much, and my brothers had my back when they’d helped me move. They didn’t know just how urgent the move had been. How badly I needed to be closer to her.

Physically, it was like I couldn’t keep myself from finding ways to walk by her building, staring up at the window that looked into her place and dream about sneaking in.

Seeing my baby girl asleep on the couch and lifting her up and taking her to bed. Tucking her in. Kissing her softly, touching her with a gentle caress until she woke up and…

No. The fantasy had been too real, too crystal clear in my head, so to stop myself from breaking and entering, I moved in next door. Afterall, it had been a necessity to my fucking sanity—or the small amount of it I still clutched to with a white-knuckled grip.

Destiny had a funny sense of humor when it came to my life.

To Lucy.

Turned out our worlds, our lives, were a whole lot smaller than I could have ever imagined. We both liked most of the same places around town. It felt like serendipity was laughing at us as I noticed what her schedule was compared to mine. Lucy would be leaving as I was showing up to places around town we liked to visit, or vice versa.

The coffee shop.

The diner.

The bookstore.

Grocery store.

Even my brother’s fucking gym was a place she headed to on a regular basis.

Changing my schedule hadn’t been easy, but I’d done it. If I could manage it, I’d make sure to go out at the same time, which three out of four times, I did. Not that she ever noticed me. I made sure of that, too. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t just approached her from the very beginning. Hadn’t I told my brother Lucas to say hi to the stripper he’d fallen in love with at the Velvet Leopard, the club my other brother Jonas owned? But I guess you never really followed your own advice.

Lucy Rae had changed my life completely, and she was clueless to her effect on me. Hell, I hadn’t even said two words to her. Sure, I’d smiled at her when I’d seen her in the hall of our apartment. A tight nod when we were out and about and I saw the hint of recognition in her eyes. A small wave as we found ourselves at the mailboxes downstairs at the same time.

But that was it.

Not one damn word had been spoken between us.

Not vocally at least.

No. We’d shared full conversations. Easy ones. Deep, soul-searing ones. Filthy ones that tapped into her innermost desires, proving time and time again that she was mine when we were both into the same things sexually. But that all happened online while I paid for her time on her site with her staring right into the camera at me and me typing every word out for her.

She’d never seen me.

Not that she knew who I was.

I was convinced she would freak out to learn I was living right next door to her, our bedrooms sharing a thin wall through which I heard almost everything. If the wall wasn’t thin enough, then the multiple cameras with audio let me know what was going on.

I settled into my leather chair and watched the screen. She was in her office.

Lucy was in one of her workout outfits today.

She’d hit the gym while I had been stuck having to wrap up a project. And damn, my girl looked good. But then again, she could be in a black trash bag, and she’d look phenomenal. My already hard cock thickened behind my jeans, and I had to lift my hips and readjust myself before getting settled back into my chair. My hands ached to take my cock out, to get ready for what would inevitably happen no matter how much self-restraint I thought I had, but I was a man thriving on punishment, it seemed. Drawing out what I knew would eventually happen only kicked up the need inside my veins.

She chugged on the massive black stainless-steel cup she carried everywhere. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her throat. Zooming in closer to get a better look, I let my mind wonder what she would do if I kissed the side of her neck. If I licked the saltiness of her sweat off her skin before breathing her in. Would her eyes light up with my hand wrapped around that delicate neck of hers? Would she shudder with a full-body tremble?

Her thick, long strawberry-blonde hair hung almost to the side, wet with sweat at the hairline. She stretched, and even then, the long black T-shirt with Ghostface printed on the front didn’t lift enough to give me a sliver of skin. She’d paired it with a bright pink pair of flared yoga pants that looked like they’d been painted on her curvy frame, highlighting the thickness of her thighs.

Something that irked and soothed me at the same time.

Irked because I was a greedy bastard who wanted to see everything, and soothed because it meant no one saw what was mine while she’d been at the gym this morning. She set her cup down on her desk and looked around her office. She walked over in front of the bed she had set up for her camming towards the lighting fixtures. She set the angles she wanted, tilting her head this way and that until she got it just right. My girl was a perfectionist when it came to her work.