Free The Watcher by Rhiannon Jean Page A

expected bad music and loved every minute of it.
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    Gabriel
     
    I tried to keep my distance, I really did. I’d get through the day at work, busy as hell, with only a few light texts sent her way. I was trying to give her space and time to think about what she wanted. I crammed as much as I could into my days by working at the garage, checking in on my various businesses, and doing all the mundane paperwork that comes with being a small business owner. At night, though, that was a different story. I couldn’t stay away. I knew she was working long hours, so I’d wait in her room until she got home, looking through her favorite books, her pictures, and even a sneak peek into her journal. Only to see if she had mentioned me, which she had, and my inner teenager rejoiced.
    When she came home, Ryan was usually still out even though it was close to 9 or 10 at night. I’d watch her check the living room and bedroom for any signs of him. Then I’d watch her shoulders fall in a mixture of disappointment and relief. I’d turn my back when she peeled her work clothes off, as much as it pained me not to look. And I waited impatiently for her to get out of the shower. Once she had showered, dressed and tucked herself in, that’s when I’d lie on the bed next to her and hold her. She smelled of baby powder and citrus and vanilla. I’d breath in the smell of her freshly washed hair, close my eyes, and fantasize about a time when I could do this and actually show her I was there.
    For now, though, I simply held her in silence, trying to comfort her as much as I could. I sent her a text every night, telling her I couldn’t wait to see her and to remind her about the performance coming up. I wanted to tell her so much more, but I refrained. I was trying to put her needs first. She was lost and scared and that made her vulnerable. I wanted her to make the decision to leave Ryan on her own, rather than feel pressured or coerced into anything. I knew I was strong willed, demanding, and would do anything to get my way. But I cared so much about this damn girl, that I wasn’t going to let my pig headedness ruin what might be.
    Every now and again, as she lie sleeping peacefully, I felt her sense my presence. Of course she didn’t know it was me, but I could tell she knew she wasn’t alone. She would let out a contented sigh and snuggle back into my body, as though she was dreaming about me holding her. I tried to stay out of her head while she was asleep, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. I wanted her to dream about me. When she pressed her warm, soft body into mine, my dick would harden causing me to be extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t want her to feel me poking her ass just yet. That was for an actual date night. I would slowly get out of her bed and sit in her arm chair and watch over her the rest of the night.
    I did this for the next three nights, until Friday finally came. My days were long, but my nights would fly by as I held her in my arms. Each night Ryan would sneak in around 3 a.m.. I could smell the cheap perfume and whiskey on him and knew he’d been up to no good. It took every ounce of strength I had not to beat his fucking face in. I would snuggle Lily even closer and whisper that it was going to be alright in her ear while she dreamed.
    When Friday finally arrived, I could barely sit still at work. I was a dangerous combination of nerves and sexual tension. I hadn’t jerked off in a week, since I was with her every night, and it made me extremely horny and extremely grumpy. While I was in the back office doing paperwork, all I could think of was laying Lily out onto my desk, spreading her legs wide, and eating her pussy like my life depended on it. I could almost hear her moans and feel her legs on my shoulders. When I was at the garage all I could think about was bending her over my car, kicking her legs apart and ramming into her so hard she’d see stars from the orgasm it would give her.
    Fuck, I