LOGINThe conversation was still flowing easily and all I know was that I was laughing at something Alex had said when I felt it.
I felt that kind of awareness that crawled up my spine and made the hair on the back of my neck stand up in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature of where we are.It was the same feeling I'd had a hundred times before, that sixth sense that told me he was close, that he was watching, that I was in his reach, whether I like it or not.The bathroom mirror showed me someone I barely recognized.My hair was wild and tangled, sticking to the sides of my neck. My face was flushed deep pink, and the color went all the way down my chest. My lips were swollen where I'd bitten them without noticing, and my eyes were glazed and heavy and still somehow, slightly unfocused, like my brain hadn't fully returned from wherever it went when I came that hard.I stood there, and all I could was grip the edge of the sink and i just looked at myself for a long moment.That happened. That actually happened.I'd found a camera in my room that Jax obviously put there. I'd gotten furious. I'd performed for it for the better part of an hour, edged myself three times, and then cum so hard that I screamed his name loud enough that if he'd been anywhere in this house instead of behind a screen he definitely would have heard it.And now I was standing in my bathroom at whatever time it was, prolly past ten, maybe close to eleven, looking like s
Both my hands went back up immediately. There was no buildup, no teasing, no more making either of us suffer through another denial. Three fingers were inside before I'd even finished the thought, and the stretch of it after everything made my back bow off the mattress and a sound left my throat that I didn't try to shape into anything.My other hand found my clit. It was direct as there was no patience left for anything else."Now you know look at only me," I said to the camera. The rhythm established itself instantly. My fingers were pumping deep and hard while my palm ground against my clit in tight desperate circles, and my body responded like it had been waiting for exactly this since the moment I walked into this house. Maybe longer, maybe since Friday when I left, maybe since longer than that.The sounds that escaped my lips were obscene. They were wet and not something I dictated. The kind of sounds you only made when you were completely
My fingers were still raised toward the camera, glistening, and wet, undeniable evidence of what he'd been doing to me for however long that camera had been mounted in my corner watching me live my private life.I held them there for a few more seconds, and let him look at what I've done to myself. What he'd put a camera in my room to see but still couldn't touch, couldn't reach, couldn't do anything about except watch.Then I brought them back to my mouth, slower this time, and let my tongue slide between my fingers. Thoroughly and let my eyes on the camera without blinking."Tastes good," I said quietly. "Want a taste?"There was silence, only silence, silence as I expected.I shifted on the bed, and turned slightly, giving the camera a different angle, and let one leg bend, with my foot flat on the mattress and the other stretched out to the side.I was fully open, fully open and exposed to whatever resolution that lens was capturing..My hands moved over my body again, restarting
I didn't move for a long moment.I just stood there completely naked, and let him look at my naked body. If he was watching, and he probably was, he'd built this whole thing for exactly this purpose, and now, I want him to see me. I want him to see me more than he used to. I want him to see me standing here in the lowest lamplight with the knowledge of what he'd done written all over my face and my body and my stillness.Since the message that I want to pass is that "I know." I want that to land and let him sit with it.Then I walked back to the bed.I walk slowly, rolling my hips slightly with each step in a way they didn't when I was just walking to the bathroom or crossing the room to get my phone. I was aware of the camera with every movement now, aware of the angle, aware of exactly what he could see.I knelt on the mattress first, facing the exact direction it was placed. I let him have that view, the view of me on my knees, with my loose hair, my thin tank top over my chest, an
I'd been in bed for hours.Movie after movie, the laptop screen was the only visible light in the room, and I'd barely absorbed any of it. I even had to switch back to romantic comedies because even though it was the last thing I needed right now, it still felt like what I needed the most. Because they required nothing from me. People meeting and misunderstanding each other and figuring it out in ninety minutes with a kiss in the rain. It was clean, unresolved life, and completely nothing like my life.The clock on my phone said 10:03 PM when I finally paused between movies to scroll for something else.Outside the window was full dark. The house had been quiet for a long time. No sounds from downstairs. No footsteps in the hall. Just me and the dim lamp and the weight of everything I'd been not-thinking about for the last seven hours.My stomach had growled earlier and I'd ignored it. I didn't care enough about food to leave this room. Staying in this room with myself and no one else
My mind flew away when I heard his say that. Mom and Dad left?Just thinking about it made those words feel like some skit or a sort of prank that was just to make me react in a way that my reaction will be read. But Jax wouldn't do that sort of prank.I blinked. "What?""They're gone. Tokyo. The trip they told you they were having.""I thought it was not until—""Yeah. It was rushed. Something came up, and... they left this morning."I just stood there, finding it difficult to process the words. "This morning?""Yes, this morning. And according to Mom and Dad, they tried to reach their dear daughter." Then he took a little pause. "But they couldn't."He turned like he was leaving, then reversed back to face me. "Sometimes just.." He took a little pause, and his eyes held that specific, direct and even look. "Sometimes you should check your phone."That was when finally turned, and headed toward the kitchen, with those broad shoulders and unhurried stride, like he hadn't just rearrang
His finger was barely inside me. Just the tip, maybe half an inch, enough to make me crazy but nowhere near enough to help.I could feel myself trying to clench around it, trying to pull him deeper, but he held his hand completely still."Ja..ax—" His name came out desperate, in
He had changed into sweatpants with no shirt, looking at me standing there in just my bra and panties, like a predator looking at it's prey.I'd made a terrible mistake coming here.Or maybe a perfect one.The jealousy I'd wanted him to feel all night was about to eat us both alive.He didn't move.
"He's nice," I said, which was true but also obviously not really an answer, but it felt like a good thing to say.Lexi made this frustrated noise and said "Nice? That's what you're going with?" "What do you want me to say?" "I don't know. That you're into him?
Lexi Hart. My actual best friend.She's standing right there with white wine all over her pink mini dress.That same wide-eyed shock on her face, and then she was breaking into the biggest grin."SCARLETT?!""LEXI?!"There were pure disbelief and joy a







