Infuriating, p.15
Infuriating, page 15
Once they were blanketed by the darkness, Day pressed kisses into Jackson’s chest, his throat, and finally, his lips. It wasn’t a kiss that was meant to go anywhere.
“Jackson?” Day whispered in the darkness.
“Yeah, baby?”
“If you break my heart, I don’t think I’ll survive it.”
Jackson’s chest tightened at the raw desperation in Day’s words. “Your heart is safe with me, Day. I promise.”
“So, Wyatt overheard Jackson telling Linc that you have some creepy stalker who is, like, killing people to prove he loves you. Is that true?”
Day looked up at Charlie from his spot in her lap. “You just totally say whatever pops into your head, huh?”
“So do you. Jackson told Linc that, too,” Wyatt said. “He said you’d fight the wind if it whistled by you the wrong way.”
Day couldn’t even argue the point. Jackson wasn’t wrong. It was just easier to swing first and ask questions later, even if his jabs were of the verbal kind. “I guess so. Yeah.”
Wyatt sat on the floor, painting Day’s toenails a coral color. He hadn’t asked him to. They had just shown up out of the blue with face masks and nail polish and told him they were there for a self-care night. Day suspected Jackson had called them, but Day couldn’t even be mad about it. Even though a few days had passed since he’d opened up to Jackson, the truth was, he felt like somebody had skinned him alive, like he was one big open wound.
“So, do you? Have a stalker, I mean?” Charlie asked just before she plucked another hair from between Day’s brows.
“Ouch. Yes. I mean, I think so anyway.”
“That’s so cool,” Charlie said before attacking his brows with far more force than Day deemed necessary.
“Charlie,” Wyatt admonished.
“What? You know what I mean. I’m not saying I’d want somebody dead, but having a stalker is, like, A-list celebrity type status. I want to get to a level of fame where some crazy loser, who sits in his mother’s basement, jerks off to my movies and imagines us in a fictitious relationship until it drives him mad. But, you know, without being murdered and becoming another Hollywood cautionary tale.”
Day’s eyes went wide, but Wyatt just shook his head. “Ignore her. She was dropped on her head as a baby. She was super excited to find out our friend Robby grew up in a creepy cult, and she almost wet her pants when we learned our friend Elijah’s husband is a card carrying sociopath, who we’re almost positive has literally killed somebody. Maybe more than one somebody.”
“Who are you people?” Day managed. “Ouch! I think my brows are plucked enough. I’m going to look like Joan Crawford in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane.”
“That might be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard somebody say and I’m surrounded by them every day,” Charlie said, delighted.
“Do you know how offensive that is?” Wyatt asked, shaking his head.
Charlie snorted. “I’m a card carrying family member, boo. I put the B in LGBT, baby.”
“You do know the B doesn’t stand for bitch, right?” Day asked.
Charlie gaped at him, and Wyatt howled with laughter. She held Day down and tweezed another hair, so he reached up and pinched her. She slapped him on the forehead, and then they all dissolved into fits of laughter.
When they finally settled, Wyatt asked, “What are you going to do? Just live with Jackson forever?”
“Not like he’d mind. You’ve got him wrapped around your little…finger,” Charlie added with a smirk. “You must have a magical ass. Jackson hasn’t so much as dated since we’ve known him and you’ve got him two seconds away from proposing in a little over a week.”
“Shut up,” Day said, even though his heart was doing cartwheels behind his ribcage.
Wyatt threw a pack of cotton balls at Charlie before directing his questions at Day. “Do you think this guy will come after you? Do they have any leads about who he is?”
“No. Whoever it is seems to know enough about computers to hide their tracks, or maybe they’re just lucky. I honestly just can’t imagine anybody giving that much of a shit about me. It doesn’t make sense. Like, it’s all just fantasy, and he never even talked to me. He would just keep the screen black, which was hella creepy and made it really awkward for performances.”
“Maybe he was afraid you’d recognize his voice?” Wyatt said, shaking the clear nail polish in his hand.
Day froze. Could that be it? “Maybe… Do you think? But I don’t really know anybody. You’re the closest thing I’ve had to friends in four years.”
“It doesn’t have to be a friend,” Charlie said. “It could be anybody who sees you on the regular. If binge-watching Discovery Investigates has taught me nothing else, it’s that danger lurks around every corner and being married is a hazard to a woman’s health.” Wyatt scoffed, but Charlie didn’t back down. “What? It’s true. Marriage makes men stabby. The husband always did it.”
“So, you think my stalker could be anybody I’ve ever met?” Day said, disappointment seeping into his voice.
“I mean, yeah, kind of. At least, every man you’ve ever met. A bank teller? Your yoga teacher? The guy who sells you your weed?” Charlie said.
“Who exactly do you think I am in this scenario? I can’t afford a yoga teacher or weed, and my bank is PayPal and CashApp,” Day said, shaking his head.
“I’m just saying, everybody is a suspect until proven otherwise. But, if I were you, I’d make a list of legit everybody I know and make Jackson run them down one by one. Besides, you just said you don’t know that many people, so how hard could it be?”
Day didn’t know how hard it could be. Could it be somebody from his gym? The laundry mat? The Chinese takeaway place? It made Day’s blood run cold to think he could be having casual conversations with somebody whose obsession with him ran deep enough to kill.
“Yeah. You’re right. How hard could it be?” he said, voice dull.
By the time Charlie and Wyatt left, Jackson was in bed, but the door was open and the lights were on, and he could hear Jackson pecking away on his laptop. Day stripped off his clothes, fully prepared to join Jackson in his bed when a much better idea occurred to him.
He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of pale blue thigh-high stockings, a brocade corset of the same color and a pair of lace shorts that hugged his ass. He laid on the bed and grabbed his phone, opening his FaceTime app and dialing Jackson’s number.
It barely rang before Jackson’s face appeared on the screen. Day’s cock hardened the moment he saw Jackson’s gorgeous face and noted he was shirtless. “Day?”
Day bit down on his lower lip, letting his teeth slide over it before he purred, “Hi, Daddy.”
Jackson’s brown eyes widened, one brow hiking up. “Hi, baby. What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you,” he said, turning the screen so Jackson could see Day rubbing his semi-hard cock through his lace panties. “See?”
Jackson’s response was a low rumble. “I do see. What is it you’re thinking about me doing to you?”
Day sank into the pillows, pulling the phone back enough for Jackson to see the corset that stopped just below his chest, before pinching one of his nipples and moaning. “Touching me here…and here,” he said, giving his other nipple the same treatment.
“Lick your fingers and do it again,” Jackson ordered, his voice sliding over Day like silk. God, what Jackson did to him…it shouldn’t be legal.
Day did as Jackson asked, sucking in a breath as his nipples tightened into stiff peaks. “That feels so good, Daddy.”
“I bet you’d feel better if you slid those panties down just enough for you to show Daddy how hard you are for him.”
Day wiggled the lace panties down and his cock sprang free, already rock hard and throbbing just from Jackson’s few commands. “Now what, Daddy?” Day asked, holding his phone near his thigh so Jackson could see his erection and his face.
“I want you to jerk yourself off. Nice and slow. You’re not allowed to come. This is all for me.”
Day whined, his hips arching before his hand even closed around his cock. He bet Jackson could make him come untouched with only his words. Day fucked up into his fist, playing his thumb over his slit and rubbing it over the head of his cock, teasing the notch just underneath before coming back down. He could hear Jackson’s breaths and knew instinctively Jackson’s thick cock was already hard just from watching Day play with himself.
“That’s good, baby. So good. I want you to go get a toy from your toy box and get it all nice and wet. Then I want you to get on all fours and set your phone on the bed between your legs so I can watch you open yourself up for me. Can you do that, baby?”
Day bit back a moan. He’d started a game that Jackson was fully prepared to finish. “Yes, Daddy.”
Day found his favorite toy, a bright pink plug with a pink jewel on the base. He slicked it up with lube before sticking his ass in the air, his head on his pillow and his phone between his knees.
When Day pressed the tip against his hole, Jackson made a noise that went straight to Day’s balls, a low hum of appreciation. “That’s it, baby. Put it in nice and slow.”
Day pressed the toy in until it was about a quarter of the way inside before his body protested, and he slipped it back out before trying again.
“That’s it. You can take a little more for Daddy, can’t you?” Jackson asked.
Day moaned, pushing the toy a little deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Day’s eyes rolled in pleasure, the combination of Jackson’s voice and the toy pressing against his prostate almost too much to take. “It’s so big, Daddy,” Day whimpered.
“Bigger than Daddy?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Then relax and show Daddy how you play with your toy. Once it’s nice and deep, I have something for you.”
How long had Day longed for somebody who wanted to play with him like this? Jackson was perfect. Too perfect. But Day didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t want to think about anything other than what was happening between them at that moment. “Yes, Daddy.”
Day forced himself to relax, and stretched himself with the toy, pushing it deeper with each pass as Jackson uttered filthy words of encouragement until Day was leaking onto the bed and the plug was fully seated inside him.
“Now what, Daddy?”
“Now, you hang up and come show Daddy what you’ve done.”
The phone disconnected, and Day stood, groaning as the plug shifted. He slid the lace panties back into place and walked the fifty steps to Jackson’s room. Jackson was sitting up in bed, his cock tenting the covers over his lap.
“Hi, Daddy,” Day murmured again, biting his lip and doing his best to look innocent.
“Come here,” Jackson growled, crooking his finger.
Day took his time, his hips swaying as he made his way to stand beside the bed, just out of Jackson’s reach.
“Show Daddy what you did,” Jackson commanded, looking at Day with a heat in his gaze that made Day shiver. He turned, catching the top of his panties with his thumbs and sliding them down and off before spreading himself to show Jackson the plug. “Good boy.”
Jackson peeled back the covers and once more beckoned Day. He licked his lips as he saw Jackson’s perfect cock, so flushed with blood it was almost purple. Day climbed onto the bed, throwing a leg over Jackson’s thighs but staying up on his knees. Jackson pressed on the base of the plug, forcing it against Day’s prostate until his cock leaked. “Mm, Daddy…” Day whined.
“What baby? What do you want?” Jackson teased, tugging on the plug just enough to put pressure on the muscles holding it in place.
“You Daddy. I want your big cock inside me. Fuck me.”
“Say please,” Jackson said, leaning forward to capture one of Day’s nipples, licking and sucking it until Day was trembling.
“Please, Daddy.”
Jackson gave Day’s other nipple the same treatment, once again teasing the plug in and then out. “Say it like you mean it,” Jackson told him, lips dragging along Day’s throat to his ear, his voice raspy as he said, “Beg me.”
Day didn’t even hesitate. He looked deep into Jackson’s eyes. “Please, Daddy. Please. I’ve been such a good boy. I want your cock so bad. I want it deep inside me. Fuck me, Daddy. Please,” he pleaded before his lips found Jackson’s, his tongue pressing between his lips, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash.
Jackson kissed Day back, one arm coming around his waist and the other jerking the plug free, ripping a gasp from Day’s lungs that ended in a long low moan as Jackson thrust into him even as he dragged Day down.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?”
Day gripped Jackson’s face on either side. “More,” he begged. “Fuck me until I can’t think of anything but you inside me. Fuck me so hard I still feel you there tomorrow. Please, Jackson.”
“Fuck,” Jackson growled, and then Day was on his back, his knees over Jackson’s shoulders, practically folded in half as Jackson did just as Day asked, wrapping his arms around his shoulders so he could hold Day in place as he drove into him again and again, every thrust driving the air from Day’s lungs until he was light-headed and his body ached.
“Oh, fuck. Can I touch myself, Daddy. Please? I need to come.”
“No,” Jackson snarled against Day’s ear. “You want to come, you can do it untouched.”
Day whined, but the truth was, he wasn’t exactly untouched. His cock was trapped between their sweat slicked bodies and, with just the slightest bit of adjustment, Day had the friction he needed each time Jackson thrust into Day. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Daddy. So good.”
Jackson shifted, tilting Day’s hips higher, and, suddenly, each roll of Jackson’s hips sent a glancing blow across Day’s prostate, driving whimpers and half-bitten moans until his orgasm barreled into him and his cock was shooting his release between them.
Jackson sat back on his heels, dragging Day’s hips into his lap to drive into him, gripping his thighs tight and holding them open so he could watch himself disappear inside Day’s body. If Day hadn’t already come, that might have pushed him over the edge. Jackson’s thrusts fell off kilter, and his body shuddered before he gave one last deep thrust inside Day, grinding his hips in aborted little thrusts as he emptied himself. He then collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy against his ear.
Day laughed, pushing at Jackson’s shoulder. “You weigh a ton. You’re crushing me.”
“Deal with it,” Jackson said, burying his face against Day’s neck and holding him tight.
Day ran a hand over Jackson’s bald head and down his back, not willing to fight Jackson when the truth was, he was more than comfortable beneath the heavy weight of his frame, even if the man was a furnace. The truth of the matter was that Day would happily spend the rest of his nights like this, and that scared the shit out of him.
“Jackson—”
Whatever Day was going to say was interrupted by the shrill scream of the alarm system going off, sending his heartbeat into the stratosphere.
Jackson slipped free of Day’s body and rolled into a sitting position in one smooth move. “Get in the bathroom and lock the door,” he said.
Day sat up. “Jackson, wait.”
“Now, Dayton.”
Jackson grabbed the gun from his drawer and thumbed off the safety, chambering a round, as he made his way out through the bedroom door, scanning the floor below for any sign of the invader. He could see the front door sat askew but there was no movement below. He crept down the stairs, his gaze sweeping the open space as he went. It was part of the reason he’d picked this apartment, aside from the twenty-four hour security downstairs and the alarm systems in each room. It was an open concept, giving Jackson a view of the whole apartment with nowhere for any assailant to hide.
Once Jackson realized there was nobody inside, he walked to the front door, keying in the code to turn off the screeching of the alarm just as his landline rang. He opened the door and stuck his head out, cognizant of the fact that he was still naked. His neighbors were in the hallway in various states of undress, glaring at him as if he had attempted to break into his own apartment. “Sorry, folks.”
Jackson closed the door but stopped short, realizing there was an envelope on the ground. Jackson picked it up, locking the door before answering the phone.
“Hey, boss, it’s Webster. The security company called. The alarm was triggered. You good?”
“Yeah, but somebody managed to break in. Call downstairs and have them get you the security footage. If they give you a hard time, you know what to do.”
“I’m on it.”
Jackson frowned as he opened the envelope and something fell out. He felt it bounce off his foot with a slight metallic clink, but he ignored it, focusing on the neatly folded piece of paper still inside. He flipped on the kitchen light and snagged the thin disposable gloves the housekeeper kept under the sink before pulling it free and opening it up.
I found you. Did you think you could just take him from me without a fight? You took something I love, and you better give him back before I return for something you love. Here kitty, kitty.
Jackson’s heart hammered against his ribcage as he leaned down to pick up the object that had fallen out of the envelope. It was a cat collar. Kevin’s cat collar. It was bloody.
“Kevin?” Jackson called, his voice taking on a slight panicked sound. “Here, boy.”
“Jackson?” Day called, standing at the top of the stairs in a t-shirt and a pair of threadbare shorts. “What’s wrong?”
Jackson wanted to yell at Day for not listening to him but he had bigger things to worry about. Besides, the immediate danger to Day had passed. “We need to find Kevin.”
“Why? Do you think he got out?” Day asked, closing the distance between them. “Did you hurt yourself? Why are you wearing bloody gloves? Did he hurt Kevin?” With each question, Day’s voice became more frantic.
