WOLF LOYALTY

CHAPTER EIGHT

Stalked on All Sides

Amelia pov

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It’s only as I’m taking my lunch break later that day that my phone pings again. I hesitate, wondering if I should look at it.

It’s probably my mom or Raymond.

He can be bullheaded when he wants something, and I wouldn’t put it past him to get a new number just so that he can keep trying to convince me to come back to him.

I feel like I’m being stalked on all sides.

Between my mom and Raymond, I can’t get any peace.

Maybe I should ignore the message. It’s probably the… Or it could be Rogers.

It’s that thought alone that has me checking my phone. To my delight, I see Rogers’s name.

” Hey, it’s ok. I know you could never let a mystery lie that’s one of the things I love about you, how passionate you are. It’s just difficult when I know what’ll happen once you find out.”Rogers said

I try not to stare at the word’ love’. I know Rogers just means the love of a friend, but it still has my heart fluttering.

“What will happen?” I replied

“You’ll cut all contact and never speak to me again.”

He said. The words hit me like a slap. How could Rogers think I would abandon him like that, especially after learning what has been causing him so much internal turmoil?

“I would never do that.”

“If you didn’t, it would be worse. If you stayed, you would be in constant danger.” He replied

I hesitate, unsure how to respond. The last thing I want is another blowup.

“Rogers… are you involved in something illegal?

Because if you are Amanda can help you.” I responded

“Lia… It’s nothing like that. Trust me, you don’t want to be involved.” Rogers replied

“We’ll see. Can I see you?” I questionedCopyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“How about lunch tomorrow?” He suggested

“Great!”

I know I have a silly grin on my face as I put my phone back in my bag.

Lunch tomorrow suddenly seems like a long way away. I don’t know how I’m going to wait that long.

***

I wave as I see Rogers, resisting the urge to get up and shout his name. He sees me and comes over, smiling broadly.

“Lia. It’s good to see you.”

You too.” I’m not sure which of us moves first, but suddenly Rogers and I are hugging.

I can’t be the only one squeezing just a little bit harder than usual, holding on just a little bit longer.

When we break away, I can tell my face is flushed, but Rogers doesn’t mention it. We quickly get drawn into conversation, both avoiding the topic of our previous fight.

Rogers knows that I can’t go against my nature and let a mystery go. I know that I can’t hope to make him happy about it.

It’s not like we don’t have anything to talk about. Rogers is so easy to talk to, and I find myself opening up to him in ways I haven’t with anyone else.

I know it’s over with Raymond, and in many ways, it’s a relief, but I still miss him, you know? I don’t think it’s even him I’m missing – it’s just having another person to lean on, to hold me while I go to sleep and tell me everything is going to be ok.

Rogers’s expression softens into sympathy. “I know it must be hard. You were with him for a long time. It’s ok to miss him.”

“I just feel like it’s stupid. I should hate him for what he did to me – and I do, in some ways, but in others, he’s just Raymond. He’s my home – or at least, he was.”

It’s not stupid. Someday, you’ll find someone who will love and respect you as you deserve, but for now, it’s ok to grieve.”

I’m on the brink of telling him about my disastrous breakup sex with Raymond, but my phone rings. I want to ignore it, but I see that it’s an unknown number. I have to answer unknown numbers because of my job

– it could be a source call.

“Hello?

“Amelia! I’ve been trying to get hold of you. I think your phone must be broken or something.”

I grit my teeth. “Raymond, I told you to stop calling me -”

“Listen, I called your mother, and she said she’d love to have us over for dinner. Would tomorrow work for you?”

“Raymond! Get this through your head! We are not together anymore. You have no right to call my family and arrange dinner dates. Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that. I know you’re mad, but this temper tantrum has gone on long enough, it’s time-”

Rogers snatches the phone out of my hand.

“Shut up,” he growls. He sounds so fierce that his tone sends a thrill of fear through me, even though I’m not the one it’s directed at. “If you ever call her again, I’ll kill you.

“Do you understand? I will rip your heart out through your throat and eat it if you ever even think of contacting Amelia again. Do you understand me!”

“Don’t be like that. I know you’re mad, but this temper tantrum has gone on long enough, it’s time-”

“Rogers, I admire the chivalry, but you can’t just threaten to kill someone because they’re annoying me.”

“He has no right to talk to you, no right even to look at you, after what he did. He had the most precious thing in the world – you love – and he threw it away.

God, why is that so hot? Am I blushing? I’m sure I’m blushing. I hope Rogers doesn’t notice.

“I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

I hurry to the bathroom, biting my lip. It would be stupid to do what I’m thinking of doing, but if I want to have any sort of intelligent conversation with Rogers during the rest of my lunch break, I don’t think I have

much of a choice.

I know that he was wrong to threaten Raymond, but his protectiveness is solo alarmingly arousing that I find myself throbbing with sudden need. I push a hand down my pants, my fingers quickly finding my clit.

There isn’t time to savor this. I rub quickly, my mind full of Rogers’s fierce eyes as he stood up for me.

It’s awkward trying to do this in the stall, but I’m too turned on to care. I imagine Rogers turning that protective, possessive gaze on me in the bedroom when we’re both naked.

I push my pants further down so that I can spread my legs. I keep my right hand on my clit, and let two fingers of my left slip into my pussy

My reach isn’t as good as when I have the dildo, but I’m hardly in a position to be choosy right now.

I wonder what Rogers’s fingers would feel like inside me. They’re bigger than mine. I imagine him pushing three fingers inside me, stretching my pussy. He starts pumping his fingers into me as he leans down to my

breasts.

His teeth brush over my nipples, nibbling lightly. The touch sets me afire and I push myself desperately down onto his fingers.

I can feel his arm muscles flexing as he works his fingers deeper inside me. I want to ride his arm like a ranger rides a wild stallion. I want him to take me hard and deep and fast.

“You’re mine,” Rogers whispers, his eyes shining with fervor and desire. He brushes his lips gently against mine, barely even a kiss, but filled with such hot need that it pushes me over the edge.

I clamp my mouth shut to keep from making a noise as I come with a small moan. It was rushed and cramped, but the orgasm still leaves me weak with pleasure.

When I get home, I’ll do it again, this time taking it slower. That protective look in Rogers’s eyes is probably enough inspiration for a lifetime’s worth of orgasms.

I sit limply on the toilet seat for a moment before grabbing some toilet paper to clean up.

I’m just pulling my pants on when I hear movement. Someone else is in the bathroom, and in my haze of pleasure, I didn’t notice.

Did they hear me moan?

That question is answered almost at once.

“Hello? Are you ok in there?”

I freeze.

I’m not sure what the restaurant policy is on/customers rubbing one out in the bathroom, but I’m sure it’s not on my side.

What will I tell Rogers as to why I’m being thrown out?

Shit.