Page 17 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Zavier

It was wrong to have been there in the first place, and even more so to stay and watch him during such a private moment.

I’d meant to wait until he asked me to see him like that, but in a way, I’d felt like he was when he pressed himself to the window, seeking me out with those lustful eyes.

I’d tried to move from where I was and couldn’t lift my feet from the ground.

I’d only gone back to leave something for him in his garden, but as I was heading back to my car, I saw him sitting naked in his office chair in the dark and needed to be closer.

The only light illuminating him had come from the phone and computer screen.

It was more than enough for me to be enamored with the vision unfolding in front of me.

It wasn’t only Liam himself who’d had me lost in a trance.

It was also what he’d been watching. My breaths had come out as trembles as I slipped my hand inside my pants, adjusting my aching cock.

My fingers caressed the tip at the same time his did and pleasure cascaded through me, putting me in a fucking chokehold.

His chest lifted to the sky, hips moving up and down in perfect motion.

It didn’t take him long to reach nirvana, and I reached it right along with him.

I hadn’t thought it was possible to be there again so soon, but then he’d looked at me, standing still at the window, naked and covered in cum, playing with his pretty pink nipples.

My mouth waters now, picturing how they’d pebbled between his fingers, growing hard enough to almost cut glass as they touched the cold window.

He’d thrust forward and I’d pulled my cock all the way out, struggling to hold back as I pumped in and out of my fist. My legs shook and I nearly fell to the ground when he shot his release onto the glass, his body glowing.

Oh, when he glowed, I didn’t need any other kind of light to find my way through the dark.

Straightening my mask on my face, I’d tucked myself back into my underwear and zipped up my pants.

Then I’d watched as he turned off the computer and went back into the dark hallway with his perfect plump ass on full display.

Oh, he had to have felt me there, from the way he looked my way.

He did it without meaning to that time. Those eyes know exactly what to look for whenever I’m close by.

Tugging my shirt down, I try to think of something else while I’m at work.

Reaching for my drill, I finish installing the last oak cabinet, and minutes after directing my mind somewhere else, my carino comes right back.

He said he loves leaving gifts behind, hoping to make someone smile, and I can’t stop thinking about how he went to bed without cleaning the window.

Is the mess he made last night still there?

I’m again pulled away from my thoughts of him when I almost put a hole in the back of my hand.

He’s such a damn distraction. The best kind.

Someone I don’t think I’d ever mind bleeding a little for.

Adjusting my safety glasses, I go back to work, and when it’s time for a break, I sit in my truck and read one of my new books.

My eyes linger over every word when I reach the spicy scenes. One man wraps his fingers tightly around the other’s neck, at his request, as he’s about to come, taking me back to the scene he was watching on his phone. Is this what he wants for himself, and is this his way of asking me for it?

I picked up one book from his shelf to look it over and he gave me several more that all had the same kinks.

Then he came closer to the window, tracing my silhouette and inviting me in more.

I told him he’d always get to choose with me, and he will.

Whatever he wants. It helps that so far I want all the same things.

Five chapters later, I close the book and head to my last job for the day.

Hours pass as I stay busy hammering and cutting wood, and as the sun begins to fade, I wrap up for the day and find a stopping point.

I’ll need to finish all this by tomorrow afternoon so I’ll be able to take my time at Liam’s house on Monday.

He always answers whatever I ask, never leaving out any details and beaming with joy as he says what he must have been bottling up for too long.

If I asked him what possessed him to write a Daddy-boy relationship in four different books, would he be honest then too? Would he use more than his words when answering?

I toss my tool belt into the back of my truck and lift up my phone, checking the tracking tag I slapped on Daniel’s car before I got back in mine yesterday.

He’s been to the station, patrolling the interstate, and to Liam’s house.

Nothing out of the ordinary yet. I’m about to set my phone down, but then I see the dot moving to a new location.

A restaurant. Looks like he’s picking up food.

My eyes bounce between my phone screen and the road as I pass through Liam’s neighborhood, circling his house more than once and smiling at the bare windows.

No new curtains or blinds yet. If he checked in the shed out back, he’d find them.

I guess he hasn’t been out there in a while, or maybe he subconsciously wants them to stay gone.

We can’t have more nights like yesterday if they don’t.

Pacing in front of the large bay window in the living room, Liam sips from a mug and occasionally checks his phone. He briefly glances out the window and then straight ahead, going still. What’s he looking at?

Stepping forward slowly, he sets his drink down on the mahogany coffee table and moves into the kitchen.

I stop the truck when I can see him again, shifting the gear into park.

His head tilts, hands sliding over the counter.

He sees the recipe box is in the wrong spot again.

As his fingers slowly lift to the windowsill, I reach for my binoculars to see his lips twitching as he opens the top and closes it before returning it to the center.

My lips pull into a grin, and when Daniel is back on the road driving again, I track him while I watch Liam, not leaving until he’s turning into the street I’m on.

He’s not late again like I was hoping he’d be.

I’ll see what I can do about that tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Monday, and the rest of the damn week.