Page 39 of Killer Notes

Why am I not surprised to find him missing. He didn’t even bother telling me he was leaving. For a bodyguard who claims to care about my safety, his actions show otherwise.

“Well, boy, want to go for a walk with me?” I rub Saint’s head. “Gross. Your head’s wet.” And I wipe my hand on my pants.

By the front door, I look for a leash, but since I never see Tobias using one, I don’t bother leashing Saint.

I step outside, suck in a lungful of cool air, and decide to see what’s on the other side of the lake. Tobias did say that it’s still his property, so I should be safe walking around there with the dog.

A good ten minutes into my casual stroll, I follow a bend in the path around some really tall redwood trees. My feet abruptly halt and my eyes widen in shock at what I’m seeing.

Tobias leaning against a tree, eyes closed, head tipped back, with a look of bliss on his face.

My eyes drop to his right hand—a hand which is pinching one of his pierced nipples through his shirt while the other is stroking his…

Oh, my, god.

I don’t realize I’m moving toward Tobias. Not until I’m standing directly in front of him, my eyes glued to his groin in fascination.

My entire body becomes a live wire. Electrified and aroused. There’s an instinctive desire to touch and taste the man. I want to reach out and run my fingers along his rigid shaft. Rub in the pearl of precum on the tip of his mushroom head. Feel the weight of his heavy balls in my palm while choking down his length.

Tobias is so focused on what he’s feeling that he hasn’t heard my approach. I drop to my knees, lean in, licking my lips with eagerness. I’m centimeters away from lapping up the pearly drop of cum from the tip. I swipe my tongue against the leaking head of Tobias’s cock. The burst of flavor has me eagerly wanting more.

Then Tobias’s eyes pop open and like a jolt, he jumps away and gawks in open shock at me.

“What the fuck? Danny?” Surprise and disbelief lace his words.

“Don’t say no, Tobias.” My eyes never leave his bobbing cock.

He shakes his head and steps back. “We can’t. I—”

“We can,” I interrupt, while still on my knees. The desire to have him down my throat, to taste him again on my tongue is a hunger I relish. “Please, Tobias. I need this.”

I need you.

I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he slowly nods and takes those tentative steps toward me.

I remain kneeling as I study Tobias’s erect veiny cock, jutting up from a thatch of dark blond curls. I lick my lips at the enticing sight.

Tobias groans. “Keep doing that and I’ll cum before your lips wrap around my dick.”

I glance up at my gorgeous bodyguard with a wicked grin. “Would that still count, or…”

“Danny,” he growls low, which sends another shot of lust to my groin.

Before I can wrap my mouth around his meaty girth, in the distance I hear Saint barking feverishly. Every hair at the back of my neck stands on end, knowing something is wrong. Then what sounds like a gunshot reverberates through the woods.

Tobias immediately draws back, rights his pants, and orders, “Run back to the house and stay inside until I get there.”

I nod woodenly, not questioning his demand. I quickly get to my feet and take off back to the house. I fear for Saint being hurt; I wouldn’t be able to handle it if Tobias’s dog got shot because of me.

But can it be the stalker? I can’t imagine how they would have found me here. Tobias explained he made every effort to keep this location a secret from everyone. And I believe him. The problem is that I did use my phone, even if it was only for a text message to Connor. Could that be what gave our location away?

I rush into the bedroom and close and lock the door. Frantically looking around, I decide it’s not enough and push the tall dresser in front of it. Then I sit on the bed, my back to the wooden headboard, pillow clutched tight in my arms and wait. And wait.

What’s bad about waiting, is that my mind keeps conjuring up terrible scenarios of Tobias hurt, or dead. What’s worse? Knowing I can’t do a damn thing about it. It doesn’t help either that the time alone seems to move as slowly as dripping molasses on a winter’s day.

“He’s going to be okay,” I repeat out loud, clutching the pillow tighter to my chest.

“Danny.” Tobias’s voices rings throughout the house.