“Sure, sure, just show my card to the guy at the gate.” He laughed when he read what Noah had written. “This is great, she’ll love it. ‘To Chelsea Perkins, George’s tattoo is better than mine. Enjoy, Noah Matthews.’ Thanks, man, she’ll love this.”
There weren’t too many cars left in the parking lot as Noah escorted Lexi back to hi Jaguar but he scanned the area anyway, looking for something, anything. He got her settled in the car and didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they were on their way home. His eyes kept checking the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following them. If she had seen Anthony, he might be following them, and, although it appeared his disguise had worked well, you never knew if there was a fan out there that wanted to follow him home. He placed his hand on her thigh and she laced her fingers through his before she fell asleep.
*
He was pissed and excited as he waited in his car where it was hidden along the last bend before Alexia’s property. He hadn’t planned on having the body found so quickly. He should’ve known that the carnival was going to be setting up right next to the woods where he’d dumped the bitch. But he had little time to plan this one, as she had been a quick pick in a desperate moment for his need for release. He’d do better next time. He couldn’t afford to make that kind of mistake again.
He closed his eyes and brought the picture of Alexia to the front of his mind. The fear in her eyes was like a drug to his soul. He’d chuckled to himself, watching her not being able to move or speak. The fear coming off of her, he’d been able to feel it from across the crowd, and he needed to make her feel more of it. More, so that when the time was right and they came face to face, with no means of escape for her, he would be at the pinnacle of excitement, his cock dripping wet as he rammed it into her time and time again. Faster and harder, bruising her from the inside out. Making her bleed. Biting her so hard that he ripped her flesh off and eating it so that she was inside of him. Drinking her blood. Choking the life out of her as he rammed his cock inside of her pried open jaws, down her throat.
He was so hard he took his throbbing cock out of his pants and started to stroke himself. He stopped when he saw Noah’s car go by. He had never hated someone as much as he hated that stupid rock star. Well, there was one other person. He was going to have to come up with something to take care of them both before this was over.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Lexi woke up and stretched, then stopped. Something was different, she felt like she’d had a nightmare she couldn’t remember. She opened her eyes and didn’t recognize the room she was in.
Everything from last night came flooding back to her and she sat up, looking around for an escape. The morning sun was partially blocked by the drawn curtains. She couldn’t move, wondering if Anthony had gotten her while she’d slept. She felt like her body weighed a ton as the fear flowed through her. She couldn’t focus mentally. After a moment, she was able to move when her eyes finally found Noah sleeping, sprawled in a chair. He looked so uncomfortable with his legs stretched out before him and his head resting on the high back of the chair. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to relax. She flopped back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
The last thing she remembered was getting into Noah’s car and him driving home. She looked over at him, knowing he couldn’t be comfortable. She didn’t want to wake him though, not sure how much sleep he’d actually gotten. She got out of bed and tiptoed quietly to the bathroom that she could see from bed. When she came back out, Noah was sitting up and running his hands over his face. He looked up when she approached. “Did you stay there all night?” She nodded toward his chair.
“I couldn’t leave you.” He sounded exhausted. “You were so scared last night and were sleeping so deeply when we got home that I didn’t want to wake you up and I wasn’t going to leave you alone at your house. You didn’t wake up when we got home, or when I picked you up and carried you up here.”
“Thank you, Noah.” She ran her hand over his hair. “I don’t think I had any nightmares last night, or if I did, I don’t remember. I must have known you were watching over me.” He rested his head on her stomach.
“I never signed up for this. I never wanted to watch over someone and be unable to help them. I never wanted any of this.” Noah fumed and stood up to pace the room. “Do you understand what it’s like to just sit here and watch this happen to you and know there is nothing that I can do?” He sat down on the chair with his head in his hands.