Chapter 13
Toby
O k, so cooking wasn’t my strong point, right along with anything involving power tools. I thought about asking Dex over for some takeout, but then I wondered if that seemed a little desperate. After all, I’d seen him a few times today already. Plus, I knew he was looking into the internet creep, and I didn’t want to distract him. Or be a hassle.
I sighed, pulled out a fork, and opened the fridge, grabbing a tub of chicken salad I’d picked up at the market. I ate it with the fridge open, staring mindlessly into the void looking for something more appealing to eat.
Why was it that even when you went grocery shopping there was still nothing to eat? It was some sort of cosmic mystery that defied all logic.
I took a few more bites, put the lid on, and headed upstairs, grabbing my laptop. Unfortunately, books didn’t write themselves, and I had work to do. If I was going to channel my kisses with Dex for my next few chapters, well, he’d never know. And at least in my fantasy world, I could give everyone the orgasm they deserved.
That was the great thing about books—there was never bad sex, everyone got a happily ever after, and the bad guys always got what they deserved. Was it any wonder I preferred fantasy to real life? With that, I settled in to get lost in a world where I didn’t have a stalker. Ok, my main character did have a psychotic vampire after him, but I knew exactly how that would turn out.
Well, mostly, anyway. Sometimes characters had minds of their own. With that amusing thought, I settled into bed with my computer on my lap and got lost in my own world.
I woke up to banging.
I had a weird moment of total disorientation where I thought my hot vampire MC (who just so happened to look just like Dex) was pounding on the door to come in so we could have wild and crazy wall sex, but after blinking a few times I realized I was laying in bed and that had just been a dream.
That’s what I got for writing into the late hours of the night and falling asleep mid-chapter. I was still just boring old me, and the banging was coming from outside, not my front door. (And there would be no crazy wall sex, which was actually way hotter in novels than in real life. At least in my experience.)
I should probably have been freaking out, but if I heard banging, I knew Dex heard it too, and I thought it had been going on for some time based on its appearance in my dream. Maybe it was stupid to have such total faith in Dex, but he said he’d protect me, and I believed him.
I grabbed my phone from my nightstand to check the time, and I realized it was after ten in the morning. So totally not too early for… whatever the hell that was.
Eventually I crawled out of bed and looked out the window.
Sexy Neighbor was on a ladder next to the giant tree in the front yard. The banging had stopped, and it looked like he was adjusting something on the tree.
I had no fucking clue what he was doing, but it was the perfect excuse to go out and chat with him. I ran into the bathroom to get myself semi-presentable. I peed, brushed my teeth (because eww, morning breath), tackled my hair into some form of submission, and ran back into the bedroom to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt.
I had a moment to ponder if I should wear something sexier, but I didn’t hear banging, and I wanted to get out before Dex went back inside. Plus, it would take way too much time and brainpower to sex myself up at ten in the morning.
By the time I got outside, Dex was off the ladder, and he looked over when my front door banged open. (Maybe I was a little too enthusiastic in my exit.)
I gave an awkward wave, and Dex sauntered over, all hot muscle and sexiness. He had on a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie, but I could tell that he didn’t have a shirt on underneath since it was halfway unzipped.
Holy hotness, Batman. Was I drooling? Maybe a little. Was climbing him like a tree still an option?
“Morning,” he rumbled.
“Hey!” I said, giving my little wave again. I stuck my hands in my pockets before I could do something else stupid with them, like grab onto him and pull him in for a kiss. Because we weren’t at that point yet. Right?
He leaned against the bottom rail on my steps while I looked down on him from my porch, and ohmygod if that didn’t put dirty thoughts into my head.
Then again, with Dex, it didn’t take much. Plus, apparently waking up from a sexy dream about a take charge vampire had made me more than my usual level of horny.
Dex took a deep breath in and grinned at me.
“So, uh, what are you up to?” I asked.
Because, yeah, I sucked with people. I was a very good stalker, but not so good with the actual interactions. Luckily Dex didn’t seem to mind too much.
“I thought maybe some extra motion sensor lights might be helpful,” he said, motioning toward the tree. “And I fixed your door frame—sorry about that—and then I did your house numbers, which I think you were working on the other day,” he added, gesturing up to my front door.
I looked over, and yup, my door looked all fixed, and not only were my house numbers on securely, but they were nice large new ones. They were the same color as my old ones and looked fancy. It was so sweet that Dex had done that for me.
“I put a motion sensor light up on your porch too. I hope that’s ok. I added some to my house as well. I figured a little extra security never hurts,” he added, pointing to something above my head, where presumably another light was now set up.
“Wow. Thank you so much, Dex. I really, really appreciate it,” I said, stepping down to look up at the light. It was affixed to my porch overhang and had two lights pointing out and a box in the center. It wasn’t that big, but I thought it would be noticeable to anyone trying to sneak in. “I should probably get, like, a doorbell camera or something, I guess,” I mumbled, thinking about security. It had always seemed like a waste to me, since we really didn’t have any neighbors and no one was coming out this way to steal packages or anything. But it was probably a good idea.
Dex gave me a funny look, but then he nodded and said, “Yeah, I can set that up if you want.”
“Yes, that would be great. I’m not the best with installing stuff,” I laughed.
Dex smiled at me. God, he was sexy.
”What do I owe you for all this?” I asked.
“Nothing. It’s no problem. I want to keep you safe,” he said.
Aww, that was totally sweet. I figured I’d find some way to pay him back for it (and not with sex, brain—get yourself out of the gutter). I would say I’d cook for him, but maybe I’d order some takeout instead—that would be safer for everyone.
“Do you, umm, want to come in for coffee?” I asked.
He smiled and bounded up the porch, and I opened the door and led us to the kitchen. I busied myself with the coffee maker and asked, “Did you look at the emails?” I felt myself blushing and couldn’t help it. They were embarrassing. Some of them were mean, and some were sexually explicit, and I knew I had no reason to feel ashamed, because I sure as hell didn’t send them, but somehow I still had this nasty feeling squirming in my gut when I thought about them.
“Not all of them,” he answered, watching me closely. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I did send them on to a friend to try and analyze them, or do whatever technology magic he can, but I don’t have to read the rest of them if it makes you uncomfortable.”
I chuckled weakly as the coffee started sputtering, turning around to get two mugs, the sugar, and some cream from the fridge and setting them down in front of us. “No. It’s ok. I know it’s not my fault and all, but it still feels… I don’t know. Just icky, I guess.”
Dex came around from the other side of the counter, took my face between his hands, looked me in the eyes, and said, “You are not responsible for anyone else’s actions, and I don’t want you reading any more emails. I will take care of you, Toby. I promise.”
S woonworthy . Dex was perfect, and I couldn’t help standing on my tiptoes to attack him with my mouth.
Luckily, his mouth attacked right back.
This was no gentle, flirty kiss like earlier. This was all heat and tongues dancing and lips nibbling. He held my face as our mouths pressed hungrily together, and without any thought I ran my hands up under his hoodie to feel his bare chest. He growled low in his throat, pressing closer to me.
The man was on fire . Holy smokes—pun fucking intended.
He stepped away for a half a second to rip his hoodie up over his head, then his mouth crashed down into mine again. The next breath of air had my shirt peeled off, and we were bare chest to bare chest.
I didn’t even have time to feel self-conscious, because Dex was touching me everywhere . It was like he suddenly had more than two hands. His skin was hot and hard against mine, and I could feel his cock pressing against my belly. The man was fucking huge as far as I could tell. It was such a turn on that I had made him that hard just from kissing.
His mouth pressed against my neck, teeth gently nibbling, and I whimpered low in my throat, grinding my own hard cock against his leg. It felt so fucking good, and I thought I might literally come in my pants. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on from kissing someone.
Then again, up until yesterday I don’t know that I’d ever kissed someone quite like Dex.
“Please,” I ground out, not even really knowing what I was asking for. Whatever he wanted, I was there for it.
He nipped my neck again, his hand gently tweaking my nipple at the same time, but then his hot skin moved away from mine. I mewled out in disappointment, except he didn’t move away; he moved down.
Holy fuck.
“I need to taste you,” he grumbled, his voice low and growly and sexy as hell, and he was already unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as I made sounds of agreement. He pulled my pants and boxer briefs down in one quick move, and before I could even steady myself my dick was surrounded by hot, wet suction.
I almost fucking fell over. Holy shit.
Dex reached an arm up to steady me, even as his mouth continued to work me, and I leaned against the counter behind me. When I looked down he was looking up at me, bobbing up and down on my dick. His tongue was tracing around the head, licking at the sensitive underside at a frantic pace that was about to send me over the edge. He was doing that sexy as fuck growly thing, and I felt the vibrations on my cock.
Then his mouth took my cock completely, and I could feel his throat swallowing around me, squeezing the head, wet and fiery heat surrounding my length.
The pleasure was so intense that my knees literally buckled, but Dex was there, his hand holding me up, and his fingers found their way to my nipple, giving a little tug. I cried out as he continued to suck on my cock, his tongue doing something that felt amazing but that I couldn’t even explain.
When I opened my eyes again, not even realizing I had closed them, I swear to god it looked like his eyes flashed red, and that was it. I didn’t have time to warn him before my orgasm was crashing into me, my legs actually shaking and my chest heaving with the intensity of it.
He sucked me gently through it, extending the pleasure, and it was like he knew exactly when to pull off. When I had my wits about me again, I looked down, and Dex’s head was resting against my thigh, his chest heaving. I put a hand down and ran it through his hair, which was soft and silky and fucking beautiful.
I couldn’t quite see his face, but he pressed a kiss against my thigh that made me shiver.
“Let me…” I started, but he looked up at me, and his eyes… I didn’t know if I was seeing shit or if I needed my light bulbs replaced or what the fuck, but I swear that there were flames in them. Glowing red and blue flames danced in his eyes, and I opened my mouth to say more, but nothing came out.
He blinked slowly, and when his eyes opened they were normal again. Not that Dex’s eyes were really normal. They were a golden hazel color that seemed to look brown most of the time, but sometimes you could see hints of green or blue if the light hit them the right way.
“If you give me a minute, I’ll totally return the favor,” I whispered, mesmerized by his sexiness. Still, I managed to not sound like a complete idiot as I said it (hopefully). I didn’t want him to think I was a selfish lover.
“No need,” he said, chuckling lightly, and he let me slide down onto the floor, my legs incapable of holding me. He shifted me over at the last minute so I was sitting slightly to the side.
I was about to get indignant—I sure as fuck would return the favor, and I really wanted to get my mouth on his dick—only I noticed that his pants were undone and pulled slightly down.
He wasn’t fully hard anymore, but his dick was still a thing of glory. He was apparently a shower and a grower, and I almost giggled at the absurd thought. It was long and thick and the prettiest pink penis I had ever seen. The head glistened wetly, and I didn’t care that he wasn’t fully hard. I was no schlep in the blow job department. I would get him hard. Problem solved.
I managed to look up at his face, gauging whether he just wasn’t interested or was being considerate of my post-orgasm haze. He was staring at me intently, and I swear I fell a little in love with him just based on the look on his face. I don’t think anyone had ever looked at me with such passion and possessiveness. I felt like I belonged to Dex, and rather than it feeling creepy, it felt really fucking good.
“I want to…” I started, but he leaned in and kissed me gently. I could taste myself faintly on his tongue, and it was hot as hell knowing he had swallowed me down.
He leaned over to whisper in my ear, “You tasted so good, and you were so fucking beautiful in your pleasure that I couldn’t hold back. I promise you can return the favor next time.”
He… What? I looked over then, and yep, my kitchen floor had cum on it. Holy shit. Giving me head had made him come? Well that was hot as fuck. And next time? Yes please. I was so down for next time.
I smiled stupidly at him, having no idea what to say. We were both sitting on my kitchen floor, dicks out, and apparently it was time for my awkwardness to kick in. What did I say now? Only before I could open my mouth to say who knows what, Dex tilted his head to the side, apparently listening to something.
He stood up then, sighed, and extended a hand to me, saying, “I think we’re going to have some company.”
I didn’t hear anything, but I took his word for it and managed to button and zip myself up while Dex did the same, both of us then getting our shirts back on. He didn’t seem terribly rushed, and he grabbed paper towels to clean the floor. It was then that I heard the sound of an engine coming up the drive and the faint hum of music. It only then occurred to me to get nervous—who was visiting?
As if Dex sensed my mood, he looked at me and said, “Don’t worry. They’re my… people.” He sighed then, grumbling something under his breath about timing.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. Kiss him goodbye? Ask him to text me? I put my hand up, ready to do something stupid with it, I’m sure, but he grabbed it and pulled me toward the front door.
Well, I guess I was about to meet some of Dex’s people, whatever that odd phrase meant. Friends? Family? Fellow serial killers? I guess I would find out.