Page 49 of The Guy Next Door
And it hits my ear just right. I growl and call out as warm cum covers the side of my hand.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, Leif…”
I gasp as I catch my breath, coming down from the intensity of my climax.
I think about the fucking mess we’ve made, and how I want to make this mess with him in real life. And as grateful as I am that he gave this to me, I’m also pissed as hell because it’s a cruel reminder that I can’t have his ass tonight. And that every hour that passes until that moment is an hour I’ll resent.
That pretty smile rushes across his face as his gaze is on the camera. “That was nice,” he whispers. “Thank you.”
“Thankyou.”
A quake rushes through my body, and I wipe my boxers across the mess to clean up until I have a chance to get in the shower.
Leif sits up and gazes into the camera. “Night, Zane.”
“Good night, Leif.”
He ends the FaceTime, and I figure he’s heading for the shower, so I toss my boxers into my laundry hamper, take a shower, and as I get out, I glance around my room, noticing what a fucking mess it is.
I head back to my desk and pull up the screen I’d been on before Leif distracted me with that delicious video call.
I’m even more fixated on it after the call. Like some primal part of me sees Leif as my mate whom I must protect.
My screen shows a live view of the Chelsby Hill Public Library.
Since Leif mentioned going there, it’s become a bit of an obsession.
“You at the library again?” I ask Mike.
“You bet. Been reading some Proust and Faulkner.”
“You have not!”
“Okay, maybe just some King and Robb, but hey, it’s better than nothing.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That’s more like it.”
Mike spent a lot of time there, and now I know Leif did too, both when they were going through a rough patch. What if this was where whoever’s behind Mike’s disappearance picked out his victims? Saw these vulnerable men, and something about that turned them on?
What if Jason Kilbourne frequented this same library?
Not that this abductor’s pattern needs to be anything so obvious. And there’s the possibility that this is all some random connection I’ve made, like I did with Isaac Tolle.
It’s probably nothing. Don’t know how many times I’ve had to keep telling myself that, but I know by how it’s rattling around my brain that I won’t be able to let it go.
Now that Leif’s parents are home, this is the perfect time.
I return my attention to the surveillance footage.
I don’t want him out of my reach, but if there’s a chance I can get a lead that can help take me to Mike—and maybe preemptively save Leif—wouldn’t that be worth it?
*
As I enterthe Chelsby Hill Public Library, I’m already feeling like this is such a stupid idea. But I’m so fixated on it, I knew I’d regret if I didn’t. I didn’t tell Leif what I was up to, just asked that he stay home with his parents while I ran an errand for a few hours.
I’ve been in plenty of bookstores, but I’ve maybe been inside a library twice in my life.
It’s about the size I would’ve expected for the area—not massive. There are two rows of maybe a dozen computers, with only three kids who look like they’re either students at the community college or the high school down the street. Mike used to say he preferred coming here over the library on campus because it wasn’t as crowded.