Chapter Seven

I lay in my bed seething with anger. I glance at the clock; two-fourteen a.m. I can't believe she just left. Without even a word. I can't believe I stayed there and waited for her to appear again. Fucking idiot!

I am vibrating with energy and I need to relieve some of it. A second later, I am out the back door and into the woods behind the house. I run like my life depends on it. Darting back and forth because the wooded area is not nearly enough to expel my energy in. I miss the forest back in Forks.

It's quiet less the wind blowing past me. I slow and then stop, leaning against a sad looking tree. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I am not angry anymore, irritated, but not angry. I know I shouldn't expect anything different from Izzy. We're talking about the girl who used a guy to get off and then left him hanging. I guess it could have been so much worse.

Without my permission, my mind recalls the smell of her as she literally got wet before my eyes. Images of her, mostly naked, flash behind my closed lids and, without warning, I am instantly hard again. Fuck!

The quiet in the woods envelopes me as I turn and brace my arm on the tree, leaning my forehead against it. Alice is right; I really need to get laid. I am damn tired of being reduced to solving my own problems.

With one hand I release myself from my pants, again. I squeeze my nuts lightly before taking my own cock in my hand, again. I easily find my new happy place. It smells like Izzy. The sound of her tiny moan plays in my head over and over. I can see the red fabric turning dark with wetness as I start to move my hand up and down.

I imagine tearing the fabric and diving my tongue into her with no warning. Unable to wait to taste her wetness. Her sex. I can hear her moaning. I am certain I could make her come with my tongue.

The image shifts as I stroke harder and faster. My dick is slick and wet and warm in her pussy. I hear my own grunt, as my stomach tightens. I push myself faster towards sweet release. Relief. I don't feel my hand. I feel her slamming down onto me. Hear her cries.

My nuts tighten, I arch back and scream at the heavens for such torture, before crashing back into the tree, hearing it crack, as I come again.

I'm still hard.

"Fuck!" I punch the pitiful tree. It finishes its bow and falls to the ground.

"Where is my relief?"

That's it! I am going to have that girl. I'm already damned. Might as well go down in flames.

~T.I.C.K.~T.O.C.K.~

She has done a good job of torturing me tonight in another strip club not so far from home. I will not be made a fool twice. So, as soon as she exits the stage, I leave and head for my car to wait for her. A few minutes later, dressed in a suit no less, she turns the corner of the building, and heads into the parking lot. She points her hand out and I hear a beep and see the flash of lights.

She doesn't even look behind her before she climbs into the Aston Martin parked in the corner. Of course! She would own that fucking car. A madwoman after my own, very dead, heart.

I wait until she is on the street before turning on my own headlights to follow her. I am careful to keep my distance, because I know she is smart.

While I follow her lead I recall the private dance she gave me before her set. She gripped the back of the chair at one point and leaned back allowing me to feast on her with my eyes. I allowed her to make contact with my cock while she danced over me I did manage to keep my hands to myself as she ground down on me. When her head swung up, and she looked at me her eyes were burning with fire. I was scared that she might register my abnormally cold body temperature, but she never actually touched my bare skin. A couple of times I thought she would kiss me, but then she ducked to whisper filthy things in my ear. I loved every minute of it.

"I know you want to touch me."

"You want to know what my pussy tastes like."

"I can almost feel your tongue on my clit."

"I think you would like to see my mouth wrapped around your hard cock." She reached down and grazed me with her finger tips.

"Your eyes are dark with lust baby." She blew warm breath over my ear.

"You. Want. To. Fuck. Me."

I catch the blinker flashing on the Aston Martin just before it turns. Shit, I almost missed it. I cut my lights and wait before I follow far behind. I don't know where we are, but it looks like the middle of the woods. I park in the long drive. Ah, home sweet home for Izzy.

I wait another hour after the lights go out through the house, before I enter. The whole place smells like Izzy. Strawberries only though. Not sex.

I take my time looking around the place. It actually reminds me a lot of the house back in Forks. It's large and open with expensive furniture and rugs. Art hangs on the walls, but no photographs.

I follow the smell of strawberries up the stairs. I can hear two heartbeats once I reach the landing. Please tell me she doesn't have someone in her bed. Except maybe Liz. Somehow I think that's okay. In fact, I almost expect it.

There is an open door down the hall, and I peer in. I stiffle a laugh when I see Liz wrapped in blankets, sleeping alone. I move to the next door that is open and it appears to be a guest room with the bed empty and made. Across the hall is a large bathroom and there is a closed door at the end of the hall. As I get closer, the scent of her gets stronger. I can hear the steady rhythm of her heart. I lean my ear to the door, and it only takes a second to know she is asleep.

I am hit with the smell of her arousal as soon as I open the door. I can't understand why, as she is asleep and alone. I stand at the foot of her bed for a long time just watching her sleep.

Suddenly I am overcome with the need to know more about this girl. I move about her bedroom taking everything in. It's almost bright in here for all the white. White throw rugs, white chaise lounge with a stack of books on the floor next to it. A white dresser with a pile of papers and other odds and ends on top of it. I look over the things and see her day planner. I mentally compare it to the card with her schedule on it, and notice an entry that I don't recognize for Wednesday. Hot Box. There is nothing else on that date.

I hear her shift and moan behind me and spin in terror. Her eyes are still closed but she is moving ever so slightly in her bed.

"Own me," she whispers. I shudder. Gladly, I think. I wonder what or who she is dreaming about as I watch her. Her heartbeat picks up a little. "Yeah, oh, just like that, yes," she hisses. I can't help but gawk as her hand travels down under the sheet and she rolls to her side. The sheet slides away and I see her bucking gently into her hand.

I rub my erection through my jeans to relieve some of the pressure growing there.

She grunts and rolls back over. Her chest is heaving, and a blush is creeping up her throat, into her face. "Oh, please make me come," she pants. It would be my pleasure.

Her head turns from side to side, as her fingers rub frantically over her panties. The smell of arousal is thick in the air, begging me to reach out and touch her. I pull at my hair instead. "Oh God, I'm coming...Edward," she screams out. I freeze, with my hands still in my hair. Busted!

No, her eyes are still closed. I feel the smile creep across my face as I realize she has been dreaming about me. Well hopefully me. How many Edwards could she possibly know? I am now officially fucked, because she wants me too. Maybe, almost, as bad as I want her.