A Whisper

17: Prowler

In the middle of the night I woke up in dire need of water. I slipped out of bed and went down to the kitchen to get a drink. Eric was passed out and snoring softly because he was flat on his back. I got a glass from the cabinet it lived in and went to the fridge to use the water dispenser. It came out cold and filtered. While I stood there sipping I admired the color I got from being out on the boat.

Eric and I discussed the possibility of trying out anal. We agreed to wait until we got back to the city. He explained the process to prepare me for it since just a little extra lube wasn't going to cut it for a guy his size. I appreciated that he cared about my end of the experience since it was my rear end he wanted to put his Louisville slugger in. When we got back to Manhattan he had the appropriate toys to be able to help me get used to the idea and feeling of having something in my booty.

I leaned against the counter and sipped my water. With Eric asleep upstairs I wasn't expecting to hear someone at the front door. I froze as a key slid into the lock. The deadbolt flipped over and my heart dropped into my butt. I left the glass on the counter and looked around for something to cover myself with as the door opened. A dish towel was going to have to do. I pressed it to my chest and let it hang. From the nearby butcher block I grabbed a cleaver. I was totally prepared to throw that son of a bitch at whoever walked in.

A tall, muscular man in a gray suit entered the house. His dark hair was pulled back in a man bun. The guy was scruffy and if it was a porn movie I was in, I probably would have gotten right to fucking him, but this was real life.

"Don't fucking move or I will decapitate you, motherfucker," I threatened.

He whirled around, obviously surprised to see me too. His hazel eyes stood out against his pretty light mocha skin. Damn, he was fine. Who the fuck was he?

"You must be Sookie," he smiled, flashing a perfectly straight set of pearly whites.

"Who the fuck are you?" I wasn't going to confirm or deny anything. I'd seen enough action movies to know sometimes it was better to shoot first and ask later.

"I'm Rasul," he informed me. "I'm Eric's best friend. It's a pleasure to finally get to see the girl that's gotten Eric so... out of sorts."

"He didn't tell me you were coming out here." I put the knife down.

"He didn't know I was showing up. He's been keeping you all to himself and I was ready to meet you." His hazel eyes scanned up and down my body. "You're every bit as beautiful as he described."

"Thanks. If I would have known you were coming I would have put some clothes on before I came down."

"I'm not the least bit upset I surprised you," he chuckled. "Where is Eric?"

"Sleeping." It was the middle of the night, after all.

"I should go wake him so he can properly introduce us," he grinned.

"Get into bed and spoon him," I snickered.

"I could get into bed and spoon you. Wouldn't that be a sight for him to wake up to?"

"Did you come here to die?"

Rasul laughed and said, "I know Eric. He wouldn't kill me. If I was anyone else he'd slaughter them for even looking at you the way I'm looking at you."

"I think I'll pass on letting you spoon me, but thanks," I said.

"The offer is on the table." He took off his suit jacket and moved to hang it on the back of a chair. "Would you like to get dressed or are you okay with me admiring your nearly naked body?"