Page 45 of Was I Ever Real

Me:Are you dying to fuck your fingers while thinking of me? Don’t forget darling, your orgasms are mine.

She looks down at the phone again, and I watch her make what looks like a small huff of irritation. She heads for the bed and sits down on the edge before typing.

Lenix:Hard pass.

By the time my eyes are back on the laptop, she’s slid up the bed and is now resting her head on the pillows, her curls splayed around her face. My dick jerks awake at the sight, her spread out inmybed.

The fuck is she doing?

Her robe has now fallen open, revealing a small pair of white shorts and a tank top underneath. I lick my lips in anticipation. Now with the vision of her on my bed, I ache to push my taunts even further.

Me:Try telling me that next time you’re so full of me, you can’t help but beg for more.

I nearly go blind when I see her hand disappear under those barely there shorts, her head falling deeper into the pillows, phone still clutched in her other hand. My own phone pings with a text.

Lenix:There won’t be a next time.

I smirk, about to text back but the image is too distracting. Jesus fuckingChrist. She drops the phone beside her and wiggles her shorts down her legs, her thighs falling open. One hand now squeezing one of her tits and the other back where it belongs.

I palm my cock roughly through my sweats, eyes glued to the screen. I’m so fucking hard that I forget about anything else, not when Lenix is splayed open on my sheets, her fingers circling her clit. Hardly believing this is happening, I curse the grainy feed, the urge to see Lenix as clear as possible overtaking all my goddamn senses. Her hips pitch slightly upwards as her fingers slip into her cunt andfuck, it’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen.

I suddenly regret being hours away. The need to fuck her senseless, on my bed no less, is so intense my balls tighten at the very thought. But then again… this wouldn’t be happening if I was back in Noxport. So I thank the universe as I pull my dick out, spitting into my palm and stroking it hard enough for a groan to spill out of me between my clenched teeth.

I watch Lenix’s back arch, one of her hands falling to the sheets, fisting them. Her eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed like she’s angry she’s even doing this, her mouth falling open into a small o-shaped expression.

As I continue to fuck my fist at the sight of her, I have a passing thought.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I never claimed to be good… and this?

Thisis exactly what she would expect of me if she knew about the cameras. Something about that spurs me further into the blinding lust I’ve tumbled into.

The camera in my room isn’t even from the new ones I asked Bastian to install—the irony isn’t lost on me, but I’m also cursing that this specific one has no sound. The desire to hear Lenix’s soft moans is setting me aflame. Thankfully, it still allows me to witness the very moment she does come, her teeth biting her lower lip and an expression of complete rapture painted on her perfect face.

Hot spurts of cum land on my tightening stomach as I do the same. It hits me like a freight train and I let myself be bulldozed by it, the moment now seared into my brain and soul.

I clean up quickly and grab my phone again, eager to send one last text before she runs out of my room like a petty little thief up to no good.

Me:That was quite the show, darling. Good thing I was recording this time.

Chapter 28

I’mwalkingaimlesslydownthe deserted boardwalk, my mind far away somewhere in the middle of the Pacific ocean. It’s dark and gloomy out today but I relish the cold bite in the air while I put one foot in front of the other.

It’s been a week since I heard from my brother or my ex-fiancé for that matter. It’s grating on my nerves. I can never seem to fully relax, always looking behind my shoulder as if the ghosts of my past will spring out of the shadows like a nightmarish jack-in-a-box ready to drag me back.

There’s an eerie calm attached to the waiting like water slowly receding far out from the shore, only to come back as a hundred foot wave destroying everything in its path. What will I do when it comes for me? Will I fight? Or simply drown.

I’ve been done with work for over an hour but I question if I really want to go back to Connor’s right now. Especially after last night, and theincidentin his bed.

A heady mixture of heat laced with shame shoots up my spine.

The asshole had been watching me. He ignored my calls after his last text. The fucker. I can’t say I’m shocked that there’s cameras around the house. He probably doesn’t see how wrong that is. The bastard lives outside the confines of society, broken out of those chains a long time ago. The guilt will roll off his back like water on a duck. I just know he’ll give me one of his slanted cocky smiles and won’t bother trying to justify his actions.

Not to mention the added irritation that he caught me in his bed of all places.

I’m such an idiot.