I haven’t been able to give Lucy the time I need to lock down the plans I have for her due to the fact that I’ve been trying to spend more time with Rowan. But now she’s got herself a little babysitting job and is spending more time with her best friend who has the reddest hair I’ve ever seen. I have my time back, and my evenings are spent on Lucy.

I’m in Trevor’s house, which she now lives in with him, but he leaves her alone a lot since Eric works him to the bone. Just like the night before, she’s alone—perfect setup for me and my lovely to spend some quality time together. She’s made herself at home here, covering every inch with her personality. Her scent. Her belongings. Her mess I find oddly endearing.

I spray her perfume into the room and ponder taking the bottle with me when I leave. The thought flees as quickly as it comes, and I place it back in its position on her dresser, then pick up her lotion, smearing a dot of the cream on my wrist.

I double check the tracker app I have on Trevor’s car and let out a sigh of relief. He’s still at Four Fathers, where he’s been all day. That company will suck the rest of the years he has left on this planet in the blink of an eye. How anyone could choose to work late into the night when this beauty is at home waiting is beyond me.

The moonlight bleeds into the room, highlighting their bed like the moon is her own personal spotlight. I find myself drifting over to the bed and picking up her pillow, brushing my lips over it. It smells like the shampoo she uses, making my dick hard in my slacks. I’m wearing coveralls made for our pharmaceutical labs. They’re uncomfortable and restrict my hands from rubbing over my cock. I make a rash decision to slip it off. I open the doors leading to her balcony and chuck the overalls down to the sand beneath. I’ll collect them before I leave.

When I hear the front door open, I slide into her closet and wait.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I’m so excited, my heart dances inside my ribcage. It doesn’t take her long to get up to their room. It never does. She doesn’t like lingering downstairs alone in this massive seaside home when Trevor’s not here. Smart girl. She’s tired, and it shows in her features. The music position at the school must be wearing her out. Or perhaps their relationship is on the rocks. Small, dark circles shade under her eyes, but she’s still the most perfect thing I’ve seen.

The gap in the slats gives me enough of a view to watch as she strips out of her clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor. Her tits are just as I imagined, round and perky, flushed nipples, hard and needy. Her tapered waist and curved hips are what music videos are inspired by. Her ass is fuller then I thought, and it only makes me more excited to claim her. My dick is impossibly hard as she disappears into the bathroom and turns on the shower. I wait for the shower door to close before I leave my hiding spot.

I know I should leave—get out while she’s not in the room. I’m already pushing my luck and taking risks by exposing my skin, hair, and clothes inside this house, but she is different than the others.

I almost want to take her…and keep her.

I creep toward the open bathroom door, and before I know it, I’m inside.

The shower is steamed over the frosted glass separating us. I can see her form, though. She’s facing away from me, humming as she strokes soap over her flesh.

My hand reaches out toward the glass, and I’m so fucking close, if she turns, she will know I’m here and it will be over.

I move backwards, stepping outside the bathroom, and pull my cock from my slacks. It’s pulsating, throbbing painfully, the vein protruding and angry. Stroking firm, deep caresses from base to tip, I want to growl in relief. I stand just outside the door where I can still look at her. She bends to wash her feet, and her ass is prone. Her cunt would be in perfect view if not for the steam hiding it from me. I rub my cock harder and harder, the spray of the water pounding down on her, covering up my ragged breaths. I’m going to come. I can’t prevent it. I need the release like I need my next breath, and the heat spreading up my spine warns me of its impending arrival.

I move back to her dresser and uncap her lotion container. I place it to my dick and give myself a final stroke. White spunk spurts into the lotion bottle, and I rush to finish, shoving my cock away and the lid back into place. I shake the bottle and place it down just as the shower turns off. I move back to the closet and wait. She takes a good five minutes in the bathroom before she emerges. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top, and her hair is wet and combed back. My heart nearly bursts out of my chest when she walks over to her dresser and uncaps her lotion bottle, spreading the spurt of product mixed with my seed up her arm, over her shoulder, and down her chest. Her hand disappears inside her top and tents the fabric of her nightwear as she rubs the cream into her tits. Fuck, I’m instantly hard again. She’s wearing me. I’m sinking into the pores of her skin. I think she knows, and she likes it.

She climbs into bed sighing, her eyes open. She lays awake, staring out at the moon for a while. Eventually, sleep claims her mind, while my cum claims her body.

Soon, my sweet Lucy.

I slip from the closet and out of the room. I’m out the house and collecting the coveralls within minutes.

So easy. So fucking perfect.

This is so unlike me, taking such risks, but I like the rush of it. I know it will become a routine.