Page 14 of Always Watching
North slides closer to me and I lean back, pressing my back against the pillow again as he follows me down. My breathing comes out choppy as I stare at him. Is he going to kiss me? God, what would his lips feel like? What wouldhefeel like? I’ve only had one kiss in my entire life. Only one person got that close to me, and that took months. I’ve known North for going on forty-eight hours and I want him to kiss me, to ravage me, to take me in a way I’ve never been taken before.
The attack must be showing me how short life is. While I love my body, touching it and learning it and getting myself off, I rarely feel the desire for anyone else to touch me. But looking at North’s blue-green eyes and his plump mouth, I know I want to explore that other side of me.
North hesitates before taking my hand. “I’m going to watch out for you until you get back on your feet. If that takes a month, two months, or three, I’ll be here. You’ll get sick of me, but I’m not going anywhere.”
I smile, even though I’m disappointed that his lips aren’t on mine. But his touch is more than enough. “I’ll be working. I’m a camboy.” I figure he may not have heard me in the car. “If that makes you uncomfortable—”
He cuts me off, gripping my hand tighter for a moment. “I heard you earlier. I also figured as much when I saw the cameras and you being half naked when I found you. Don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I know,” I tell him defensively, my feelings still hurt by the comments I got in my email. “I know that.”
“Good. Being here while you work won’t bother me. Iwantto be here to help, in case someone says something out of line.”
The thought of North watching me jerk off or finger myself in front of a camera lights me up for a reason I can’t explain. I love showing my body and bringing myself pleasure, and I love doing it in front of an audience, but having North as my live audience? It’s so fucking hot, I almost can’t stand it.
But that won’t be for a while yet. I’m black and blue all over and my ribs are killing me. Any kind of self-satisfaction will have to wait until I’m healed.
Blowing out a tired breath, I shoot him a shaky grin. “Okay. Thank you.”
“No problem, Ranen. Now get some rest. I’ll watch over you.” He drops his hand and I miss the warm weight of it. I sit up, wanting to go to my bed but North stops me. “I’ll take you.”
Before I can object, North scoops me into his arms. I don’t even fight it this time; I just sigh and lean my head against his chest. “You’re strong,” I whisper sleepily, my eyes already drooping.
The rumble of his laughter sends a wave of awareness through me, but I’m too exhausted and in pain to do anything about it.
He sets me on the bed and I’m asleep before he drags the blanket over my body.
Chapter 6
North
He’s pretty when hesleeps. It probably isn’t exactly polite, standing in his doorway and watching him the way I am, but I never said I was polite.
I never said I was anything, and Ranen didn’t tell me to leave when I pretty much reverse-kidnapped myself into his home.
I’m taking it as a sign that he wants me here.
Which means I can also take it as a sign that he wants me to take care of him in all the ways I know how.
It’s actually a struggle not to step into the room and run my fingers along the bruises on his body—I feel a shudder rock across my shoulders and trail down into my hands. He bruises like he’s made of spun sugar, like the lightest touch might send him shattering.
I think for a moment aboutmyfingers pressing into his skin, my teeth leaving marks for the world to see… then I force myself to step away from the bedroom before I do something he’s not ready for.
He needs sleep, and curled beneath his blankets he looks more comfortable than he did at the hospital. He looks like he’s actually resting.
He doesn’t look afraid, and a part of me hopes it’s because he knows I’m here to make sure nothing and no one ever hurts him again.
Which means… I need to take care of the vile pieces of shit who thought they could after he was attacked. I can’t kill the man who hurt him—yet—but I can make sure anyone who thought what happened was agoodthing gets what they deserve.
It would make me feel better.
Ranen said he blocked them from his site, but I know my way around technology. Once I’m sure he’s not going to wake up, I sit at his desk in his streaming room. There’s a moment where I can’t stop my eyes from roaming; I’ve seen this room so many times, but never from this angle. I’d imagined being in here, taking one of Ranen’s toys and gagging him on it while I fuck him into the mattress and leave him cum-soaked and gaping so his viewers would know who he belonged to…
I force myself to stop that line of thinking with a small grunt as I adjust myself in my pants and turn back to the screen. Thinking like that will just get me distracted, and I’m on a mission to make sure every person who has ever hurt Ranen pays. It’s easy to start with the ones he pointed out—I can work my way back from there later.
Ranen isn’t very cautious. I don’t have to hack his site because he’s already logged in, with his password saved on his browser. It’s all easier than I thought it would be. What’snotas easy is figuring out who they are and where they’re located. There are only a few men, and some of them are foolish enough to use the same username on Ranen’s site as they do on their other social media. Those I can track down in a few minutes, but mydisappointment when I find their information is almost enough to make me growl.
States away. They’re states away, and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I canseethe things they said to him, and it makes me want to flay them alive.
