Page 6 of Chasing Lustre
Reaching up, I grasp the handle and give it a quick turn, holding my breath as it releases, then clicks, swinging free. The house beyond the doorway is dark and I can’t see much. Boots line the walls, and multiple jackets are hanging on hooks. It seems to be some kind of mudroom. My foot hesitates on the precipice.
Do I dare enter? Is this taking it too far?
My hand runs through my hair, pulling sharply to get a knot out of the bright blue end. I untangle it, then roll my shoulders back. I came all this way and I’m leaving with a groomsman.
With a deep breath, I push into the house and holler at the top of my lungs.
“Honey, I’m home!”
I half expect a big dog to come barreling out of nowhere or an angry mountain man with a gun, but none of that happens. The house remains quiet and still, and for the first time, I wonder if maybe my intuition is completely off.
That is, until the sound of running water hits my ears. Like a melody that cannot be ignored, I heed the rhythmic pounding until I arrive at a surprisingly immaculate bedroom. The space is decked out in all different shades of blue, from vibrant aquas to soft, floaty sky tones. It’s like the sea meeting the sky—calm and serene, like being outdoors. This man surely has an eye for art.
A loud grunt sounds from the bathroom, and without thinking first, I peer through the doorway.
Murphy stands under the stream while it pounds over him, slicking his muscular back and making him shine through the glass door. Veins pop in his arm as he washes himself, moving faster and faster. It takes me a moment to realize what’s going on, and then he lets out a sound that sends shockwaves straight to my pussy. He roars his pleasure, and my core slickens with need as white ropes of sticky cum jet onto the wall. My mouth goes dry as desire causes a flush to overtake my body. And true to my lack of impulse control, the words just spew from me.
“Good show, Sailor.”
Murphy turns my way, his eyes narrowing and filling with anger.
Shit.
Chapter Four
Murphy
“Good show, Sailor.”
The raspy voice, combined with the cold water, startles me, and I whirl toward the sound with my rapidly softening cock still in hand.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, not bothering to correct her. I’ve never been a Sailor; I’m Air Force through and through, but that’s not the reason for the irritation lancing through me. Snatching the towel off the rack, I sling it over my waist, throwing her a murderous glare.
Who the hell does she think she is?
“Did youbreak into my home?” I’m honestly shocked that anyone would do something like that—people here in Sweetheart Falls respect each other’s privacy. Even an open door isn’t an invitation, and I know I didn’t leave any doors open.
“No, the dog invited me in,” she replies with amusement, dancing on her lips.
“I don’t have a damn dog.”
“Oopsie.” She giggles. “You left your door open, and I was worried about you?”
The little brat widens her eyes, playing at an innocence that is all kinds of bullshit, and it fans the flames of my rage and desire. The need to throttle her pulses through me, but I rein it in. She’s not a threat to me physically—mentally is something else—but I can get a hold of my instincts.
“Nope. Try again. I know all my doors were closed.”
She shrugs. “Open, unlocked. Same difference. You practically asked for it.”
The odd little beauty backs out of the doorway, and I follow in pursuit—unsure whether I’m going to kick her out or kiss her. Blyth tucks her strange blue-tipped hair behind her ear, allowing the several tiny earrings to shine against her soft skin. Then she plops down unceremoniously on my bed and rumples the perfectly smooth, tucked comforter I made with military precision this morning.
“If you’re gonna muss up my bed, you best spread those legs and give me a good time.” My cock takes notice, twitching and coming back to life when she mock-gasps at my dirty words.
“I’m not here for that,” she replies, crossing her arms under her chest. The movement pushes her breasts up until her cleavage threatens to spill out of her top.
Do it.I beg the thin material as all the thoughts in my brain melt into slush.
“My eyes are up here, buddy,” she huffs, but I don’t stop gawking at the perfect mounds before me. All my blood rushes to my cock, causing it to stiffen and rise, jutting through the opening of the towel.
