“Motherfucker, why would you leave to make nachos in the middle of the–”
I inhaled a sharp breath between my clenched teeth, then exhaled. “Whatever, I’m done for the night. See you tomorrow.”
“ ’Kay,” he mumbled through his food.
Truth be told, I knew exactly why I’d played so horribly tonight. It was because of her. Emily.
I checked the time on my cell phone, then set it down on my coffee table next to my open laptop. It was 11:46 PM.
I was proud of myself, I really was. All day I tried to talk myself out of doing this, but who was I kidding? I knew I wasn’t strong enough to hold out. No, my victory was that I’d waited eleven and a half hours to do this, even though it ate away at my thoughts all day.
I leaned forward and picked up my laptop from the coffee table. It wasn’t hard to hack into the school’s computer system. After a couple clicks, I found the only Emily in my Intro to Sociology class was Emily Hayes. Her transcripts on file were from a high school in Dallas. It all looked good and well, but that was the point, wasn’t it? It was all part of her cover. She wouldn’t want any glaring discrepancies in her records.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. All that “information” was worthless. That probably wasn’t even her real last name, and that damn sure wasn’t her high school. Our kind didn’t do public schools–it was nothing but top-notch private tutoring for our young because, God forbid, our children attend public school with humans. Oh, the horror.
Just for shits and giggles, I typed her name and the high school into a search engine. I knew it was a waste of time, and that nothing would come of–
Several pictures appeared on my screen as the results popped up. The small, pixilated pictures were all from the high school’s website. The caption to the first picture read, “Seniors Emily Hayes and Derek Webber Enjoying the Last Dance of Prom.” I clicked on the picture to enlarge it.
It was her. Beautiful and smiling at the camera, it was her. She was in a darkened room, on a dance floor, crowds of couples slow dancing around her. Tables lined the outskirts, decked out in white linens with lush, white flower arrangements.
Loose waves framed her face, and her dark green dress really brought out the gold flecks in her eyes. Her date embraced her in their dance, but he hadn’t turned to look at the camera like Emily. Instead, he stared down at her as they danced–his expression nothing but complete adoration.
Did she feel that way about him?
My chest ached as soon as the thought popped into my head. I winced and rubbed my breastbone, shutting my laptop in the process. It must have been indigestion. Or something.
Chapter Five
Tuesday, August 25th
Emily rolled her hips, clamping her inner walls around my cock as she rode me. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned, her long dark hair tickling the tops of my thighs.
“Please, baby,” she breathed. “Make me come.”
I jerked awake, face down and panting in my giant bed, my legs tangled in my sheets as I thrust against the mattress. My boxers were sticky and wet.
What the…? Fuck.
Rolling out of bed, I peeled off my boxers and tossed them in the hamper on my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, trying to calm my racing heart.
The shower didn’t help, so I threw on some clothes and checked the time. It was a little after three in the morning. A run through the woods might calm me down.
Only half of the moon was visible in tonight’s black sky. I began jogging, the moonlight fading in and out through the overhead branches. I didn’t know where I was going, and I didn’t much care–I let my feet lead the way.
I drowned out the sounds of the forest and focused on my breathing, which was even and controlled as if I were standing still, not running through the forest at a preternatural speed. The wind felt nice on my skin, fresh and cool as it whipped against my–
Emily’s hands on my skin, gripping me closer–her breath on my neck, hot and humid–my face pressed into her hair, her scent overwhelming me–my hips moving against her, my throbbing shaft enveloped in her hot, wet–
I closed my eyes and stumbled as flashbacks from the dream assaulted me.
Emily’s hands on my stomach, tracing her fingertips lower and lower until she gripped my rock-hard–
My eyes popped back open. Open was definitely better. I staggered in the surrounding woods of my house, grabbing onto the trunk of a giant spruce tree for support. I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.
Holy shit, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. My thoughts tangled with the explicit images until I couldn’t tell what was up or down. The dream had been so vivid, so clear, that I could have sworn it was all real.