Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,43

off thinking about you."

I was glad he couldn't see me because I was sure my face was beet red. "Why would you tell me that?"

"You want to know what I was thinking about?" I heard the sound of the blinker and knew we were pulling off the highway and into the area I lived.

"Not particularly." Yes, please tell me.

"I was thinking about that night you were in my dorm room and I had you right where I wanted you. How I would have eaten that sweet pussy of yours until you were screaming for me to give you an orgasm."

I gulped. "And?"

"I also imagined you taking my cock in your hand, just like I was, and letting me come all over those gorgeous tits of yours."

I shifted and squeezed my legs together. Why was I getting turned on by what he was saying? Bad, pussy, bad.

"I could have taken you for myself the other night, but you called the cops before even hearing me out." He made a tsking sound.

I was quiet and did a silent little victory dance in my head that he brought up the break in. I almost had him. "Why did you break into my house?"

The car came to a stop. "The same reason you broke into mine and were in my room."

"I already told you, I didn't break in." The back door swung up. "Thanks for the ride. I guess."

"Enjoy your weekend." He smiled. I was confused. His mood swings were giving me whiplash.

I jumped out of the back after turning off the recording and walked to the side gate. Aiden had my keys in his car and I hadn't even thought about texting him to bring them to me. I had a spare one hidden in the back.

The Maserati backed out of the driveway and it was then I realized the symbol on the front was a trident. They really had a thing for them.

I slipped into the backyard. I needed a hot shower and a giant glass of Sprite.

I lifted the cover to the burner on the barbecue grill and pulled out the spare key. I unlocked the back door and then came to a screeching halt.

No wonder he had oddly told me to have a nice weekend. There was sand everywhere.

Cleaning the sand had taken most of the day Saturday and part of the day on Sunday with the help of Aiden. There was nowhere they could have gotten in unless they had a key. I wouldn't be putting the spare key back outside again.

Sunday afternoon, the sand was gone, but my annoyance wasn't. I had put a message on the community app, asking if anyone had seen a vehicle delivering sand, but got no responses.

That much sand didn't end up in a house without being seen. There was now a pile big enough to make a sandcastle on the back patio. I had spent all the time I should have been searching for my mom ridding the entire downstairs of the pesky granules.

I stood at the door of my mom's room and looked around. She had left it almost too neat. I went to her dresser and looked in each of the drawers. I was glad she hadn't taken all of her clothes, otherwise I'd really be freaking out.

I lifted the mattress to see if anything was hidden between it and the base, but came up with nothing. I laid on the floor and looked under the bed. It was dusty and there were a few lost tissues and a stray hair tie, but nothing else.

I sat against the bed and hugged my knees to my chest. I could have just been blowing everything out of proportion. She was supposed to be back the following afternoon and would find it hilarious that I freaked out for no reason.

Getting to my knees, I opened the nightstand Ivy had looked in. The top drawer had a few romance novels, Antacid, and a flashlight. I flipped through the books and skimmed the dog-eared pages. They were passages about love and fighting for yourself.

I hesitated on opening the bottom drawer. Ivy had freaked out and slammed it shut. I really didn't need to see what was inside, but shut my eyes and pulled it open before I could talk myself out of it.

I cracked open an eye and then sighed in relief. The way Ivy had reacted, I thought there was a massive dildo in the drawer. Sure, there were two different toys, but nothing