Page 7 of Beg for It

CHAPTER SEVEN

ELI

Some people might consider this stalking.

I consider it more of a friendly neighborhood visit.

Especially since I have to find a way to arrive at the Hanes’ house without tailing the siblings on the road back and without alerting the gated community’s security team to my presence when I enter.

But that’s what I have Felix for. A little this, a little that, and boom—south side security cameras are down, and I can climb over the fence and into Trinity Village without a trace, like a phantom.

The fact that these gated communities consider themselves their own miniature safe havens is ridiculous.

All technology can be hacked, and the security guards they employ are little more than mall-grade rent-a-cops.

I could take two of them down easily. Bash could probably take out the entire team without breaking a sweat.

Dude is a fucking scary beast when he gets going.

I used to sneak into Trinty Village a fair amount in high school, and not much has changed. Except the branches on the large tree in the Hanes’ backyard seem to have gotten taller. I swear it had been a lot simpler to climb this thing back then.

Whatever.

I brace myself and jump, right hand finding purchase in an old notch I’d carved, while the rest of my body followed suit.

It isn’t easy work to start. Thing is fucking massive and old, but I only need to reach the first set of branches and then it’ll be smooth sailing.

The tree holds remnants of my earlier climbs, so it shouldn’t be that—

Fuck.

A chunk of bark rips loose under my grip, and I lose all footing.

My back slams on the hard dirt, air whooshing from my lungs at the impact. My brain rattles and ears ring, setting the world before me in a dizzy haze.

Mother fucking fuck.

Stupid fucking tree.

I rip off my balaclava, the one I use when playing online as Phantom, to get more air into my lungs.

My phone buzzes in the pocket of my black cargo pants. I fish it out, accepting the call with a gruff, “What?”

Pure maniacal laughter filters through the speaker.

I let out a deep breath through my nose and push up on my elbows slowly.

“You done?”

“Oh, dude. That—” Felix continues to laugh “—that was hilarious. I’m totally saving that and playing it on a loop. Might even make it my new screensaver.”

“Shouldn’t you be watching anime porn or some shit, not obsessing over me?”

“The security system can pick up if a coyote is in the backyard, you think it’s not going to sense a six three dude falling out of a tree?”

“I didn’t fall out of the tree.”

“True, you didn’t even make it up.”

“Listen here, fuckhead, if you—”

“Oh, you’re going to threaten me? I’m sooo scared.”

“You’ll be scared when you wake up with a knife in your shoulder, smartass.”

I reach into my waistband and pull out my switchblade, flicking it open and waving it in the direction of the house’s back patio. I don’t know where the hell these new high-sense cameras are—and it’s on me for not looking into that beforehand—but I have to be close with my aim.

“Stab me, Daddy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

A lot of people meet Felix and assumed he is the normal one. They’d be wrong. Somehow, I am the sanest person out of the three of us. Which is a terrifying realization to most. I suppose it is because I have some measure of self-control and patience. Some.

The ringing in my ear has dissipated, and my vision has cleared.

“Look, just keep whatever cameras off that you need to, and I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“Technically, I have the cameras on a loop. If I shut them off, that would look suspicious.”

I count to three.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Try engaging your core this time so you don’t splat like a bug.”

“Goodbye.”

I hang up before he can get another word in and slip the balaclava back on. I stand up and dust myself off, ridding my body of the dirt and debris that cling to it before I make my second attempt. This time, I use my blade for extra purchase, and it makes for smoother work.

When I finally reach the sturdy branch that sits just above eye level with Blair’s bedroom, I smirk, throwing a middle finger at wherever Felix may be watching.

See? Piece of cake.

Blair’s bedroom sits at the far-right corner of the house, on the second floor next to an empty guest room, while her parents’ master bedroom is on the opposite side of the house, and her younger brother has a room on the third floor.

Her large bay window overlooks the sprawling garden, and she rarely closes the curtains. Tonight is no exception.

The siblings got back twenty minutes ago, and after a lot of unnecessary sneaking around, they made it inside and to their respective rooms. I bet if they knew their mother downed sleeping pills like Tic Tacs, they probably wouldn’t have worried as much.

My switchblade flicks between my fingers, pulse thrumming deep under my skin, as I watch Blair toss and turn in her sheets, her smooth body framed by the moonlight.

The obsession I have with Blair is confusing.

I loathe and love her. I hate the people she surrounds herself with.

I hate the days she stood silently while Brett and his buddies beat me to a bloody pulp.

I hate it that sometimes she’d come back to secretly clean me up.

I hate the fear I saw in her eyes when I finally fought back.

I hate that I want her so badly it has driven me to endless days and nights of watching her from afar.

Why couldn’t she have gone to college out of state? Why does she still have to live so close? Why does she always have to come back and torment me?

Blair pitches forward in her bed. She tosses off her sheets in the process as she buries her face in the palms of her hands before flopping back down on the mattress. She can’t sleep, and I hope in part that it is because of me.

Her arm reaches out and blindly slaps her nightstand until she finds her phone.

The screen illuminates her heart-shaped face as she scrolls.

With her sheets flung to the side, I have a full view of her luscious body clad in nothing but a tank top and tiny underwear.

The hem of the tank rises a few inches as she turns onto her side, the sliver of her stomach glowing like a damn beacon.

My phone buzzes, but I ignore it, lost to the obsession.

A few minutes later, it buzzes again.

And then again.

I catch my switchblade mid-flick and stab it into the branch between my legs before pulling the damn device out. I swear, if Felix is—

BlairFlair commented: is it bad I watch this when I can’t sleep?

BlairFlair commented: I need to stop falling for unattainable strangers

BlairFlair commented: Those hands. Those veinsss

BlairFlair commented: hear me out…

Fuck me.

She is scrolling through my videos, right now, as I watch her.

My dick twitches and I groan, leaning my head against the trunk. The thought of her in there, panting over my videos…

The light shifts in her room. Blair readjusts her grip on the phone, switching hands. Her now free hand cups her breast and squeezes before trailing down her abdomen.

Oh, fuck.

A hidden grin spreads beneath my mask.

Is my girl about to do what I think she’s going to do?

The tips of her fingers toy with the hem of her panties before they dip under the fabric. Lower. Lower. Lower. Aaaand there. Two fingers stroke a smooth line up that delicate pussy, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth.

My cock goes stiff in my pants, and I have to reach down and readjust. The moment my hands are on my dick, I can’t resist rolling a thumb over the beading precum gathered at the tip. The slick wetness swirls over my heavy head, and my balls tighten with the sensation.

God fucking damn this girl.

Her fingers have picked up their pace, curling again and again inside that sweet heat. I’m half tempted to jump through the window and rip off the fabric so I can get a clear view. Fuck the glass, the pain would be worth it.

Her brows are furrowed, and her eyes close ever so briefly as she releases her bottom lip and forms an aching O with her plush mouth. The grip on her phone tightens as she looks back down at it, her chest lifting in rapid movements to keep up with her growing pace.

I want to know which video she’s watching, what I’m doing on that screen that has her going so crazy.

Fuuuuck.

My hand is wrapped around my thick length, pumping in rhythm to Blair’s movements. If I shut out everything around me…it’s almost as though it’s her pussy squeezing my cock and my cock that is causing her to make those expressions.

Blair suddenly flips onto her back, lifting her hips and tearing off her underwear. Her slick pussy glistens under the moonlight, the sheer want evident and dripping.

Dripping for me.

Fuuuuck.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen her like this, seen her so unraveled and raw. It’s an effort just to keep myself from shooting my load right now.

She rips open the drawer on her nightstand, hand rummaging around until she pulls out a little round, yellow device. The moment she presses the object to her clit, her hips buck off the mattress, and her phone falls from her grip as she places her hand around her neck and squeezes.

I start pumping harder, squeezing the base of my cock with each stroke and tormenting myself as Blair writhes with silent moans.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuuuck.

If she were with me, she would be screaming.

She would be unrestrained and messy and desperate.

I’d have her begging for it as I slam my cock into her pussy with relentless thrusts that make the headboard bang against the wall.

My picture-perfect princess with mascara running down her cheeks.

She’d be mine to use and fuck, her pussy growing wetter as my own hand wraps around that pretty little neck, eyes rolling back as the oxygen slowly leaves her body and the euphoria kicks in.

I’d trail my blade along her porcelain skin, watching as the sharp silver marred her skin and marked her mine. She would love her minute of the pain because I know all the dark desires she has, and I’m the only one who can make them come true.

Blair brings the hand squeezing her breast up to her neck and my dick spasms as I watch her do exactly what I’d just pictured. She wraps those delicate fingers around her throat, and her lips part with a soundless moan as she cuts off her own breath.

Fuck, what I’d give to replace her hand with my own.

Blair’s upper body tenses, but her legs shake as her orgasm takes over, and I let myself release at the same time.

Hot cum covers my hand and lower abs, white dots marring the black ink spider tattoo.

Pure fucking bliss spreads through my veins, weakening my thighs and melting my bones. Only she can make me see stars.

Blair goes slack, legs dropping into a butterfly position on the bed. The little yellow vibrator rolls away, and her arm flings off the side of the bed. She’s still except for the rise and fall of her chest.

She turns her head to the side, staring out the window. The moonlight perfectly hits her face, and she looks like my little ruined princess. She looks like she’s looking right at me and sees me for who I am. She—

Wait a fucking minute.

I think she is looking at me.

Her eyes widen. Her brows furrow.

Her body pitches forward so fast, it is like a damn poltergeist takes over it.

And I’m sitting on a fucking tree branch, mask on, limp dick in hand, watching her.

Fuck.

The tree’s leaves and branches are supposed to cover me, and they do, but it’s also the middle of fall and the foliage isn’t that great. I’d moved forward earlier to get a better look, bringing me out of the dense thicket. I’m hidden, but I’m still a large man sitting in a tree. It’s not foolproof.

I scramble to get out of the damn tree before she gets out of bed and presses her face against the window, blowing this whole thing up.

My balance is off.

And then I’m off…the tree.

This is going to hurt a fuck of a lot more than before.

It feels like I’m falling forever before I slam against the dirt for a second time tonight. It’s loud. But the immense pain coursing through my body and the whiplash stop me from crying out.

I can’t stay where I am. I’m even more exposed on the ground.

Running on pure adrenaline, I pick myself up and sprint for the hedges.

My body screams at me as I feel around for the metal fence hidden behind them and then work on hauling myself up and over.

I stick close to the fence as I painfully jog the length of her neighbor’s property, not stopping until I get to the back fence and clear that as well.

It’s only then that I answer the phone that’s been nonstop buzzing.

“Yes?” I hiss.

“Did you—” laughter “—did you fucking fall, again?”

“I thought I told you to mind your own business.”

“I was. But I had a motion alert set up, and it showed me a body falling from the sky like a dead fish.”

Felix is going to be a nightmare.

“I’m in the McAllister’s backyard. Can you just do your job and make sure their motion cameras are off?”

“Yeah, yeah. One sec.”

I roll my stiff shoulder as I wait. Seriously. I can’t believe my luck. I’ve sat on that branch probably a hundred times and have never gotten caught. What the hell is up with tonight?

Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I need to bring this cat and mouse game to a close.

But how?

How will I catch her…