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Lucy

W aking from my sex dream, the last thing I expect is for the hands on me to be real.

I stare up at Billy. The moonlight casting a glow on his face. His palm is on my thigh, and heat rushes through me.

“Hey, darlin’,” he whispers. He tilts his head, and the light catches his eyebrow piercings.

“Why are you here?”

“Do you want me to leave?” His eyebrow raises.

He should go. God knows he might show up tomorrow in a cardboard box if we sleep together.

“If you gotta think that much, I’ll leave.” Billy stands, but before he turns away, I grasp his tattooed hand.

“Don’t go,” I whisper.

He moves towards the lamp. I shake my head, but he doesn’ t stop.

“Absolutely fucking not. When I take you, I’ll see every inch of you.” His voice is gruff, and it sends shivers through my body.

“I have to tell you about something. If you listen and still want me, I’m yours.”

I’ve wanted him for so fucking long. If he wants to ravage my body and make me his, then I’m more than ready.

“What’s up, Lou?”

As he flips on the light, the room is bathed in a warm, yellow glow. He sits beside me on the bed, his eyes an intense shade of brown.

I swallow the lump in my throat, blinking from the light, and run my fingers over my knee. “I have a stalker, I think.”

“Why?” His fingers trace patterns on my thigh. As his touch travels up my leg, a wave of desire washes over me, but I try to maintain my concentration.

“First, there was a journal that was delivered here that said something about me enjoying their cock. I thought it was Miles playing a prank, but then I fucked some random guy, just to show him I’m over him, and got a package with both Miles’s and Ken’s eyes in it.”

“Enjoying what kinda cock?” A wicked grin crosses his face.

“Dildo. After Miles, it seemed like the best idea, but obviously not. ”

I look away, but Billy grabs my chin and holds me tightly. “Was it the best you ever had?”

I roll my eyes and smirk.

He tilts forward, brushing his lips over mine. Electricity ripples through me, the soft touch of his kiss. The firmness of his grip on me makes my clit throb.

He moves back and looks into my eyes. “I’m not worried, darlin’. I’ll stay on guard.”

As his thumb brushes my bottom lip, he leans over, playfully bumping into my shoulder as he lowers his hand.

He lifts his shirt over his head, and I watch him, entranced by his lanky, muscular frame. A trail of body hair dips under his ripped jeans.

“Eyes up here,” he teases.

My gaze traces over the intricate designs lining his chest and the colourful flowers on his neck just below his jaw.

“I never thought someone like you would want me,” I mutter.

He tosses the sheet to the opposite side, creating a messy tangle of fabric. Kneeling back on his heels, he tilts his head. “Someone like what?”

“You’re older—basically my uncle—and, well, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.” I twist my fingers, staring at the messed-up sheets.

Billy arches an eyebrow. He wets his lips before undoing his jeans.

“We’re not related. I’ve only been around since you were a teenager, and I swear I didn’t even look at you till you were in your twenties.”

He raises his tattooed hand to his forehead and then salutes me, which makes me break out into giggles.

“But—” I start.

“But nothing, darlin’. Age ain’t nothing but a number, and you’re the exact order I crave.”

He grabs my ankles and spreads me. “You’re a greedy slut, aren’t you?” He smiles wickedly before sliding between my legs.

Billy nips my inner thighs, his fingers open, and he groans as he flattens his tongue against my clit. It vibrates through my body as I tug at my nipples. He’s rough as his hands grip my thigh, pushing my leg up higher.

I grip the sheets. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the edge of my orgasm dances in front of my eyes. My core tightens, but when Billy thrusts two fingers into me, I lose all control.

Arching my hips to meet his touch, I gyrate against his face until he presses me down. He adds another finger and sucks my clit harder. Within moments, I’m gushing around his hand.

“Holy shit,” I utter.

“Didn’t know you could do that, eh?” he says as he pulls away from me, licking my juices off his fingers .

Billy jumps off the bed and walks over to the other side. Slipping off his jeans, he reveals a bigger cock than I expected.

He snaps his fingers and points to the edge of the mattress. I move to the spot and lay on my back.

“Perfect. I know we’re gonna have a lot of fun, Lou.”

I wrap my hand around his cock and feel metal. Four beads poke out under the head, and I can’t wait to feel it in my pussy.

“Cool, eh? It’s called a magic cross.”

He stands above me, spitting in his hand as he strokes himself before lowering and tapping my lips with his tip.

I open my mouth as he slips inside, the beads scraping along my cheek as he glides down my throat. He kneads my breasts and ravishes my mouth, using me as a toy for his desire.

Tears spill from the corners of my eyes, but I attempt to push him away.

Billy holds my head for a couple of seconds as he pulls himself out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re a perfect cocksleeve.”

Drool runs down my chin, and he slaps his dick across my face.

“Ass up. I wanna watch it jiggle.”

I flip over to get on all fours, the demanding tone he uses setting me at ease. His warm hands slide over my wide hips and pull me open, and he gradually slips into my pussy.

The feel of the beads drag over my entrance has me moaning as I push back.

“Ah, is my little slut eager?”

I toss my hair over my shoulder and stare into his dark eyes. The backwards hat is the only thing on his body. As our gazes lock, he slams his full length into me.

I lower my head. Billy grips my hips and thrusts into me harder.

“Gush for me again, squirt all over my cock.”

He slams into my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge. My muscles clench as I push down the need to come, but as he pulls his dick out, I can’t hold back, gushing all over him.

“Fucking perfect. Such a good girl.”

Words I didn’t know I needed make me warm inside.

He thrusts into me, and my head is jerked up by his palm while he grips my throat. I glance over my shoulder into his eyes. They darken, and his Adam’s apple bobs as his hand tightens.

He turns my chin as far as it’ll go, bringing his leg up. He pushes forward, filling me with his cock.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, and he spits inside. I swallow and he grins. Billy’s fingers tighten against my flesh as he groans and fills me with his come .

“Perfect little cum dumpster. I own you, Lou. You were made for me. This pussy fits my cock like a fucking glove.”

He pulls out, and I fall forward, boneless. He lies beside me, warmth covering my side from his body as the light scent of amber and tobacco surrounds us.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Mhmm…” is all I can muster.

“You sure?”

I tap his chest and roll away from him, trying to cover myself with the sheet, but it is stuck under him.

“Water?” he asks, and I nod. He gets off the bed and grabs his jeans.

As he leaves the room, I haul myself off the mattress before pulling on a tee and heading to the bathroom.

“So tell me more about this stalker. What should I watch out for?” Billy asks as I pass him in the hallway and we walk into my bedroom together.

I grasp the glass he’s holding out and take a sip. It’s cool against my fingertips.

“I don’t know. Can you look over the house to see if it’s been wired up? God, that sounds so fucking stupid. As if my life could be that exciting.”

“Sure, I can check for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. I thought I ran Miles out of town, but didn’t know someone else was also looking out for you.” Billy steals a glance at me before crossing the room and stripping off his jeans.

“What if it’s that killer?”

“Two things: what killer, and what’s got your head in such a tizzy?”

I relax my face into the perfect replica of a happy mask. Grasping the sheet, I pull the soft fabric over my thighs and lean against the wall behind the bed.

“Don’t bullshit me, Lou. You might convince others, but you’ll never fool me.”

“Just nasty thoughts. People say ‘forget about it’ or ‘get over it,’ but it’s never quite that simple, is it?”

He leans against me, his arm encircling my shoulders, bringing us closer together in a comforting embrace.

“Nah, it’s not that simple. I’ll do my best to clear the cobwebs of lies in your mind, though.”

Billy kisses the side of my head and twirls his finger in my hair.

If he hurts me similar to the others, I’ll never bounce back. I’ve desired him for years, a mere teenage crush to something so intense my heart feels like it might suffocate under the emotions.

“Thanks for the flowers. It was thoughtful of you.”

“Well, I need my favourite author to get her book done so I can read it.”

I laugh. He’s ridiculous. My writing could be plain shit, and he’d say it was amazing .

“Can you go over it in the morning? See if it makes sense?”

He nods, stretching out beside me. “Of course, darlin’ Now what’s this killer you’re going on about?”

I turn toward him. We move in sync until my head is on his chest. His hand curls around my shoulder, holding me tight.

“The Keepsake Killer. They don’t seem to have much on him. Even though I don’t work in that section, what I’ve heard is that he snatches people, and they never appear again, unless he wants the families to know. He sends pieces of their body to them. That’s how law enforcement knows they’re actually missing.”

Shivers run through me. It is the craziest thing to rock our town in a long time.

“So, you think the killer is giving you a sample?” His voice is soft.

“Well, when you put it like that, it’s ridiculous.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll scan the house for cameras and anything that could be suspicious. The barn is all set up for me, and I’ll read your book so you can keep writing.”

I snuggle into his side. He’s exactly what I need in my life right now. “Goodnight, Billy,” I whisper.

“Lou, I wasn’t fucking around. You are mine. I don’t share. I want to claim every inch of you and show you how precious you are.”

I squeeze his hand. I’ve been his for longer than he knows.