Oakhill Cottage

Fourteen

Stella

"Liam said you'd be up here." A male voice says from behind.

I sit on the playroom balcony again this afternoon, thinking about what Dylan said. Am I really a freak?

I turn around to see the man in question.

My heart rate increses. Truth is, I really loved him. He never once hurt me, he always respected my boundaries, he was always there for me, he was loyal, and he treated me like a human. So when he left, it made sense that my world was shattered. I wasn't myself for two months. I stayed in bed all day and wouldn't shower for a week. I was torn.

I guess I never really got over him. I was able to pick myself up and carry on, but I always still thought about him. And seeing him here after all these years, is just so intense for me.

He sits down beside me in the other chair.

"What are you doing here?" I ask softly.

"I told you. I'm a member now." He answers.

"No, what are you really here for?" I ask.

He presses his lips into a line. "Honestly, I don't know. Being deployed had me fucked in the head and I felt I was going crazy. A buddy of mine mentioned this place before and I just thought it was an escape from reality." He explains.

He was always so sincere and good at communicating. I miss that.

"It is." I tell him. "A not so good one, but it is."

"Why do you say that?" He asks.

"I don't know. I guess being plowed into  fifty-six times a day just isn't that great." I shrug.

"But it is for them." He remarks.

I gasp at him with a smile.

"I'm kidding." He says gently.

I laugh. "Still a smartass, huh?"

He rises from his seat. "Ah, someone's gotta be." He begins to pull his hoodie off, allowing his shirt to pull up and expose his solid abs to me. Not an ounce of body fat in sight. Every muscle was defined clearly beneath his happy trail.

My body aches watching him remove his hoodie. I squeeze my thighs together in my seat.

He slips out of the hoodie and places it on the back of his chair.

I keep thinking of ways to suggest we fuck. Nothing sounds right.

Instead, I break the silence with, "How's Toby?"

Toby was our pitbull we shared.

"He's great. He's getting old. He's ten now." He says.

I grin at the sound of that, still planning a way to fuck him right now.

"He misses you." He adds.

I turn my head towards him before lowering my gaze. "Well, I'm sure he gets along well with your girlfriend."

"He would if there was one." He shrugs.

He's fucking single?

"It's nice to see you again, Stell." He remarks with kind eyes.

My heart melts. I've waited so many years to see this man and never thought I'd be lucky enough, yet here we are.

I immediately stand up to distract myself. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I wandered into the playroom. Dylan follows me in shortly.

I observe the selection of butt plugs. There's one in each size.

He steps behind me. "So you don't think you enjoy all this stuff? This world?"