Page 70 of Stalker

As if I could not sense her, even if I didn’t hear her.

“Good morning, Peyton.” I called, forcing her to step into the space before she could bolt. The last time I saw her as Lincoln was when I left her in my bed after shooting my brother for breaking into her guest house. We both had kept our distance from each other yesterday. But while I was giving her space, she was apparently hatching out a plan to draw Dane out of hiding.

I smirked at her stupidity in the name of desire.

Peyton cleared her throat and started walking into the space. “Good morning, Mr. Bryce.” She walked into the kitchen and lurked when I continued on with my task. “Would you like me to take over for you?”

“No, but you can get two plates out of the cabinet behind you.” I nodded her way, finally looking at her and even though I had stalked her, watching through her phone as she got dressed for the day, just twenty minutes ago, my cock still throbbed in my sweats when I saw her first hand. She had propped her phone up and painstakingly dressed, piece by piece, sensually for Dane to watch before she cameto spend her day with me, but for once, the digital view I’d had didn’t do justice.

She was fucking sexy as hell, turning to reach into the top of the cabinet for the plates I requested, while I stared at her thick legs, wrapped perfectly in a pair of white pants. God, her ass made my mouth water as I remembered how good it looked bent over the first night I took her in the woods, slamming into her deep and hard. The boating style blue and white striped shirt she wore had me imagining what she’d look like laid out on an over-water hammock of a large sailboat, naked and sunning herself with no one else around for miles. And when her hair brushed over her shoulder just right, I could make out the markings I left on her neck that she’d tried to cover with makeup. But they were there, and they were mine.

I barely looked away as she turned with two plates, offering them to me. “Is your brother staying for long?”

My cock softened instantly at the mention of Tamen’s presence in my home. “Not if I can help it.” I had not told her he was my brother, so they must have talked when I was still actively avoiding hacking into Peyton’s alluring camera. A mistake I would never make again after what trouble she tried to get herself into last night.

Her lips parted and her eyebrows rose briefly as she leaned her hip against the counter. “He apologized to me, if that makes it any better.” She held my stare briefly before looking away the way she normally did. “He explained how he normally stayed in the guest house when he visits. I’d hate if he was in the doghouse because of me.”

“You aren’t at fault for anything he did.” I waited for her to look back up at me. “We don’t like each other, and that’s been decades in the making.”

She pursed her lips and swallowed, watching me as I flipped through the pancakes. “Then who’s the other plate for, if not for him?”

I set one plate in front of her and put three large cakes on it. “You.” I passed the butter dish to her and nodded to it as I plated my own heaping breakfast. “I figured I’d feed you this morning.”

She froze with her knife half swiped across the first pancake and I grinned to myself as I reached over her for another knife. “Scooch.” I pushed my hip into hers, scooting her down the counter so I could stand next to her and butter my pancakes. “I made bacon too.”

Moving to open the oven and pull out the pan I had warmed in there, she watched with an unreadable look on her face. “You didn’t have to—”

I waved her off, putting a couple of slices on her plate with my bare fingers and then licking the salt off them as I grabbed my own. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of my face as I moved around the space like a domesticated house-husband instead of the closed off and grumpy asshole she thought I was. “Come on,” I shrugged toward the kitchen island where I ate breakfast every morning, “Let’s eat before all of my hard work gets cold.”

When I sat down, she slowly finished buttering her pancakes and then took a seat two spaces down from me, even though I had put her coffee cup down in front of the one next to me. I’d let her have that one, but she’d pay twice for the next defiance.

I hid my sinister grin behind my coffee as she took hers and added a splash of cream to it.

She broke the silence, “I think you have the best coffee in the world.” She took a sip and sighed into it. “I’ve never been big on coffee, but since starting here, I’m addicted to this fancy stuff.”

I took a sip of my black cup of Joe and bit back the comment I wanted to make about her never having to stop drinking it now that she was mine, and instead went the safer route. “I’m glad you like it. Help yourself to it whenever you want.”

She smiled softly and then cut a piece of pancake, dipping it into her syrup and taking a bite.

I knew it’d happen. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen her eat before, but the result was still the same. Absolute enthusiasm exuded from her entire being as she savored the taste of Mrs. Straight’s famous recipe that I stayed up most of the night looking for.

Two hours of sleep was worth it to see Peyton savor the food in her over-the-top way. It was the same way she ate dinner with me at the restaurant last week. It was the same way she took a cock, moaning and savoring each and every delicious inch she took.

Last night, I ate her out and made her come two more times, before I finally walked her back to the clearing from the first night, blindfolded. The urge to rip the damned thing off had nearly overcome me so many times while I was with her, but I resisted. I had to be sure she was ready for me first. All of me.

But as we shared a mundane experience like breakfast at my kitchen bar, I knew she was the only woman who would ever truly accept me for the good and bad inside of me. Just as she had last night when she rode me to orgasm after learning I’d killed people in the wake of our fall out. And then sucked my cock like a goddess and took my come in her favorite place.

Fuck, I was hard again.

I turned back to the bar, trying to hide my erection as Peyton took a sip of her coffee and moaned with a happy little smile on her face. She would not make it easy on me with those noises, either. “Tell me something about yourself.” I broke through the tension.

She covered her mouth with her napkin and finished chewing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve lived here for two weeks and I know little about you.” I held her stare and went on, “Tell me something.”

“I- uh,” She stammered and adjusted herself on the stool, “I grew up a few hours from here. My parents have lived in Massachusetts their entire lives.”

I held my hand up and shook my head, “Not your LinkedIn bio, Peyton. I asked about you.” Leaning forward and staring at her, I pushed on, “Tell me something important about you.”