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Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

My lip curled up as a thought occurred to me. Marching into the bathroom, I searched all the drawers until I found what I was after and pulled out the tube of lube. The next stop was the kitchen, and I hunted around in the fridge until I found what I needed. Making my way back to the bedroom, I found the pair in the exact same positions I’d left them. Holding my treasure up, I squeezed a large dose of lube on the end of the thick cucumber.

I gripped the top of Peter’s boxers and smirked as I pulled them down enough to expose his asshole. This was a win, win. If he woke up, I’d get to kill him, and if he remained asleep…I’d get to laugh for days to come. Holding back the snicker, I took a bite out of the end of the cucumber and put the piece in my pocket. Positioning my green weapon into the proper spot, I jammed it in a solid foot without any prep and prayed that the fucker woke up. Instead, he groaned loudly and then shuddered, his body spasming as he came.

“Unbelievable,” I muttered as Peter’s body bounced around on the bed as his hips continued to flex and release around the large cucumber. “You like it that much you get to wake up like that.”

I stuffed it in a little further and then let go. Not what I’d planned, but I was sure it would be one interesting conversation in the morning. I swiped Peter’s phone off the nightstand and used his finger to unlock it, but I was surprised he hadn’t used his dick when I saw his photo history. I liked my cock just fine, but I didn’t have a thousand pictures of it on my phone.

“You’re an interesting kind of asshole, Peter,” I mumbled as I searched his contacts, texts, and emails. “Well, isn’t this curious,” I said and made sure to take screenshots of all that was usable or important.

Done. I snapped a shot of the cucumber in his ass and saved it as the home screen on his phone, and then to add salt to the wound, I spent a few extra minutes changing every person in his contacts to the same image. No matter who called him next, that photo was going to come up. The thought made me grin, something that I don’t often do. Tossing the phone on the bed, I quietly scooted around the bed.

“I guess this is it for now, Sunshine,” I said. “I hope that every time you move when you wake up, you still feel my cock inside you.”