Page 2 of Sweetie Pie (Wildwood Construction)
Colt
She’s not going to work. I know this because I’m sitting here watching her house and she hasn’t left yet.
My heart skips a beat when I sit back and the fear overwhelms me. Is she sick? Maybe she fell. She lives alone and nobody will know if she’s fallen.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I fight the urge to bang on the damn door and break it down if she doesn’t answer.
Before I can do it, the door opens and I duck down in the seat, my cock tightening my jeans until I have to wriggle in my damn seat to try and get the fucker off the zipper.
Gritting my teeth, I watch her, my eyes drinking in the vision of her. It’s one that I shouldn’t covet like I do.
She’s my friend’s little sister. She’s barely old enough to drink and I’m a dirty fucking old man to stare at her like I do. Dream about her like I do.
She’s all I ever think about. Which is why I’m here right now. Every second that I’m not working, I’m following her, stalking her. Hoping nobody notices and calls me out.
Hoping she does notice and she wants me too.
I’m sick. I should be in jail instead of the men I put there.
But I can’t help myself. She’s the first thing I think about in the morning.
The last thing I think about at night. She’s my touchstone.
My body wants her, my head tells me I’m an asshole for it.
But my damn head can’t drown out the desire and lust that I’m fighting every second of the day.
It feels like a losing battle since I’m sitting here watching her pack her car, my tongue slicking along my lips when she bends over and her short little sweater rides up and I see a sliver of pale golden skin, see the peach-shaped curve of her ass.
My fingers itch to touch her. My cock jerks and I’m so close to blowing in my damn pants like an untried teenager that it’s embarrassing as hell.
But here I sit. My mouth watering, my eyes glued to her curvy little body.
My heart in my throat when she gets in the car and starts to drive away.
I put the car in gear and fight the urge to pull out. Instead I wait until she’s a little ahead of me, just enough so that hopefully she doesn’t notice me back here tailing her, and I pull out and keep my foot steady on the gas, my greedy eyes locked on that damn car.
Wherever she’s going…that’s where I’m going too. She’ll never get away from me.
And unfortunately for her, I’ll never be able to let her go.
She pulls into Carverville and my eyes narrow when she heads straight for a hotel and checks in. If she’s meeting some other fucker, I’m gonna find him and break him in half. I wish I was a better man, a stronger lawman. But that man will die with my hands around his throat.
I step out of my car and slip through the busy foyer, eyeing the desk and her and wondering where I should go.
It doesn’t take me more than a minute to decide and I watch the elevator going up and check out where it lands.
When I’ve got the floor, I race up the back stairs and fall out of the door when I reach the floor, just in time to watch her pulling the last of her luggage through the door and close it.
I make a mental note of the number and head downstairs. Stalking up to the registration desk, I fight to smile in what I hope is a charming manner at the young girl behind the counter.
She eyes me like you’d eye a snake so I’m not sure it was a fruitful endeavor.
“Can I help you, sir?” she asks me, her voice firm and steady. Maybe a little aggravated.
I get it. It’s probably already been a long day. It has for me too. But it’s nowhere near done.
“Yeah. I need to get a room.”
She smiles and starts clickety-clacking at her little keyboard and hums to herself.
“I’ve got a lovely suite with a king-size bed on the third floor.”
I’m shaking my head before she can even finish that sentence. “I need to be in room 214. I hope that room doesn’t have a connecting door.”
She bites her lip and nods slowly. “It does. But you can lock it from your side so there’s no way for the other connecting door to be opened.” She grimaces as she reads the screen. “The only problem is that somebody’s already rented that room.”
Nodding, I pull out a wad of twenty-dollar bills. Her blue eyes bug out and she gasps for air like a fish out of water. “How much is it going to take to change their reservation? I want that room.”
“Sir,” she huffs. “We’ve got plenty of other rooms that are even nicer than that one. And with just a little bit more on your reservation you could easily afford it. Without bribing me,” she huffs.
I lean towards her and her eyes widen. “I don’t think you understand what I’m saying here. I want that room and I’m willing to pay you for whatever annoyance the other party gives you.”
Her tongue darts out as I peel about six of the twenties off and she sighs. “Fine. I’ll switch the reservation.” She taps away at her keyboard and eyes me like I’m a crazy person when she hands me the room key. “I hope you aren’t planning anything weird. I’d hate to lose my job over this.”
Smiling widely, I take the key, trying to be magnanimous in my triumph. After all, I’ve got the first step taken care of in my campaign to find out what the hell Maggie is up to.
I can afford to be nice.
I wink at her. “Trust me. I just really need this room. It has special meaning to me.”
I’m especially hoping that it gives me enough access to my girl to feed the monster inside of me that’s welling up and taking over.
I knew as soon as I saw Maggie when she graduated and came home that I wanted her. What I didn’t realize then was that it was never going to change. Only grow stronger and more insane as time went on.
Until I finally claim her, the monster inside of me won’t let up. It won’t let me go.
I’m a prisoner to Maggie Wilde and the caveman that threatens to run away with her slung across my back every time I get close to her.
I’m old enough to know better but I just can’t fight the frustration and need for her.
Somehow I think I never will be able to. She’s my kryptonite. Always and forever.
So what am I gonna do about it? I don’t know. I just don’t know. I guess once the monster gets near her, he’ll let me know.
And god help all of us then.