Xander

The muscles in my back coil and I drive into Elsie again. My eyes trace down her wet hair, over her soft shoulders and down her back to her ass, distorted by the water. Memories of her laugh flashes through my mind, and I can’t stop myself from feeling something more for her. She listened to me, she understood and now she’s writhing against me.

A vision of her in my arms overtakes everything and my body releases into her. I groan as the tension in my back springs free in the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

I never thought I’d find anyone who had this effect on me, but I’m going to hold on to her no matter what.

It doesn’t matter that we are from different cities or different worlds, I will make this work.

Elsie collapses against the edge of the pool, her body as drained as my own. I reach up and run my fingers through her wet hair, smoothing it back from her face. My gaze runs over the fullness of her lips and the gentle curve of her nose to her beautiful green eyes.

My heart catches, her eyes are rimmed in red. She’s crying.

Unless it’s the pool water.

I watch her for a moment. She’s definitely crying. The air in my lungs vanishes and a massive weight crushes against my heart.

Pulling out of her, I cradle her in my arms and in a gentle voice ask, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Elsie slides her arms around my neck and buries her head in my chest, weeping. I’m paralyzed. All I can do is cup her head.

After what seems like an eternity, she wipes her eyes and says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. It was just so intense, I don’t know what came over me. I am not usually much of a crier.”

My shoulders relax at her words. For a minute I thought I done something to hurt her, but it seems like it’s the opposite. I can’t say I’ve ever made a woman cry during sex before but in this case I’m kind of glad I did. It proves I’m having the same effect on her that she’s having on me.

I’m not about to cry but she certainly rocked me to my core.

I smooth my hand down the back of her head, pulling it back to see her eyes. I drag my thumb across them, drying her tears.

The corners of her mouth start to curve up in a smile, but her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. “Drone,” she says, her eyes fixed above my head.

I grit my teeth and look up. A drone is hovering above us. Fire pumps through my veins as I rush to the edge of the pool and hop out. I grab one of the towels and cover myself with it and scream, “Fuck you,” at the drone.

It flies higher, moving over the top of the house and I run through the back door and out the front door as fast as I can. I’m vaguely aware of Elsie following me. I hope she’s covered herself. Though God knows what it’s already seen and filmed.

I carry on running down the tree-lined driveway, my bare feet slapping against the rough surface. Sharp pebbles dig into my soles, but I ignore the pain. All I care about is finding the owner of that goddamn drone.

It swoops alongside the trees, still filming me. I swear to God I’m going to find the guy and tear him a new asshole.

I reach the end of the driveway and twist my head left and right, searching for any sign of which way to go.

“Xander, left!” Elsie shouts, “There’s a black SUV. I can see its roof.”

Without hesitating, I run left at full speed. A few hundred yards down the road, the SUV is parked awkwardly behind a rhododendron. Seeing it urges my legs faster, and I’m closing in on it fast.

The drone drops down onto the hood of the SUV and a man steps out of the vehicle and picks it up. He’s heavy and wears baggy gray shorts and an oversized T-shirt.

“Motherfucker,” I yell as I near him.

He moves to pick up the drone, but I lunge, knocking it from his hands and onto the ground. I pause for a moment, considering whether to pick up the drone or go for the guy. I choose the drone.

The man jumps back into the driver’s seat and I swing the drone against his door, denting the car and sending a piece of the drone pinging into the branches of the bush.

Elsie reaches me, a towel draped around herself and shoes to protect her feet from the gravel and breathing heavy. I take another swing and the driver’s window shatters into a million little pieces of safety glass. I fling the drone on the ground and grab the guy by the collar of his shirt.

“Stop,” the man says in a high-pitched plea, pulling at my hands.

“I got the phone out of the remote control,” Elsie says, holding it triumphantly over her head.

“Smash it to pieces,” I say, snarling at the man.

Elsie takes off one of her pumps, sets the phone on the hood and bashes in the screen with her heel. I momentarily loosen my grip on the man’s collar as I watch her in admiration.

“You people are psychos, you’re just as bad as they say,” the man says and starts his engine.

I tighten my grip again, almost lifting his hefty weight from the seat in the process.

“We aren’t the psychos. You’re the one invading our privacy for the sake of a buck. What kind of dickhead are you?” I fling my arms forward, slamming his head against the seat’s headrest.

He guns the engine and the car lurches forward, I fling myself back and grab Elsie, pulling us both away from the SUV. He stops a few dozen yards away, hangs his head out the window and says, “By the way, the footage goes straight to my laptop, so it doesn’t matter that you idiots destroyed my drone and phone, I still have everything.”

The wheels squeal and he drives off.

“My heart is pounding,” Elsie says.

“So is mine. We have to get the hell out of here now, because he’ll be back with another drone or else will bring his friends or whatever. In any case, our little sanctuary is ruined,” I say and take her hand in mine.

She slips her shoe back on and we half jog back to the house.

“This sucks. I wish we could just stay here and lock all the doors,” she says.

“Me too but I think it’s better if we get out of here. Otherwise who knows how long we would be trapped inside by a mob of paparazzi.”

We enter the house and I grab my suitcase, ready to fling it in the car. We both pick our shirts up off the floor but neither of us bothers to button them. Elsie steps into her work skirt and does it up while I pull on my jeans. I can’t be bothered to get my boxers from the kitchen.

I turn back to the door and say, “Get in the passenger seat.”

“We can’t leave the house like this, it’s a mess,” Elsie says, scrunching up her mouth.

“Tell you what, I’ll run and lock the back door and grab your thong for you.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant.”

“We did the dishes. We haven’t left any other mess.”

Elsie quirks an eyebrow at me and says, “What about the sofa area?”

I laugh and say, “Don’t worry, it’ll dry before the Shaftesburys get home from their cruise.” Before I can finish my sentence, she runs off into the house. “I’m getting the used condom from the living room. Please get the one from the pool.”

The drone incident happened so quickly that I don’t even know what happened to that used condom. Most likely it’s sitting at the bottom of the pool. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

I sprint to the back of the house and lock the back door. As I pass the kitchen, I realize I’d put a strip of condoms on the island and detour inside the room to get them.

Elsie is waiting for me at the front door and I say, “Now get in the passenger seat, I’m driving.”

Driving slowly might not have been important getting here but now that one paparazzi knows where we are, he’ll tell all his buddies and we need to get out of here fast.