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My silence gives him my answer.
"All right," he says. "But if you want this to be over soon, you might need to sweeten the pot."
"The bitch gets nothing," I shout. "Nothing. Ye hear me, Rory?"
"Aye. We'll keep at it."
I say goodbye to Rory and glance out the window.
Erica has just hopped off the porch and is scurrying back to her house.
Had she been at the front door while I was talking to Rory? She couldn't have overheard most of our conversation, but I had roared those last words about the bitch getting nothing.
I can't worry about Erica right now. My call with Rory has not eased my anxieties. I head into the kitchen to grab a piece because stress always makes me hungry.
But no food tastes as good as Erica.
I do not love her. I'm incapable of feeling that way. But I do like her and want her.Bod an Donais, do I want her, even more after spending three days away from the lass, three days without touching, kissing, and shagging her. My good-nights have been brief and chaste, but tonight, I need to drown my tangled emotions in the body of the sweet, sensual woman next door.
I did promise to surprise her. She gave me a key to her house, so she must want me to sneak in and fuck her.
The more I try not to think about Erica's body and the look on her face when she comes, the more I need to go over there. Myslatis firming up already, which means I'll either need to wank off or…
Sneak into Erica's house.
I grab something from the kitchen, then leap off the sofa and race out the door, heading straight for Erica's house. As I approach her porch, I slow to a walk. It's after sunset, so I have the cover of night to help me. At the door, I press my ear to the surface and listen, but I can't tell if she's in the living room. Unlocking the door, I slip inside and shut it quietly. The living room and kitchen are dark, but I see a light on in the bedroom. Hurrying down the hall, I stop just past the threshold.
Casey lies at the foot of the bed, sleeping. He opens his eyes to look at me, thumping his tail twice.
I scratch behind his ears, which makes him thump his tail again. When I pull my hand away, the pup closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.
Erica's clothes lie in a lump on the floor, and I hear the shower running. I take a moment to prepare the rest of her surprise.
"Lachlan, yes!"
That cry came from the bathroom, but it didn't sound distressed. No, Erica shouted those words with a hunger that makes my cock go hard. I crouch to dig out the condom packet I'd stashed in my jeans pocket, then I get rid of my clothes and roll the condom on.
I walk into the bathroom and push the shower door open.
Erica yelps, dropping the showerhead she'd been holding to her groin. It clatters on the tile floor.
My gaze flicks to her hand positioned inches from her groin, and lower to the discarded showerhead, then gravitates back to her face. The flush of arousal dapples her cheeks and chest, and her nipples are rigid.
Aye, she was wanking off while thinking of me. I'm certain of that.
I tip my head to the side, gazing straight into her eyes. "Screaming my name, and I haven't even touched you yet."
Erica fumbles to hook the showerhead back in its clip but misses. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Surprising you."
I saunter into the shower, backing her up to the wall, and raise her hand to hold the showerhead at my shoulder level. Hot water drizzles down our bodies, between our bodies, beading on her breasts and spraying up to soak my body and my hair.
The showerhead slips from her fingers.
I catch it. "I see ye started without me."
"What happened to your all-important Skype stuff?"
