Emptiness

Rhys woke up to emptiness

The warmth that had been pressed along his chest and thighs all night was simply gone. His arm lay across cool leather instead of soft skin.

He sat upright in one sharp motion, eyes scanning the small office. The bathroom door stood open. The floor held only his discarded clothes and the faint scent of sex and her perfume

Liora was gone.

A low sound of frustration escaped him. He dragged both hands through his dark hair, pushing it back from his forehead hard enough that his scalp stung. For a moment he simply sat there, naked, jaw tight, staring at the place where her body had been. Then he swung his legs off the bed and stood

He walked naked across the room and checked the bathroom anyway, already knowing that she wasn’t there.

Rhys stepped into the shower and turned the water on cold. The spray hit his shoulders and ran down his chest in sharp streams. He braced both hands against the wall and closed his eyes

He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. About her beautiful blonde hair… her tight pussy. The broken moans she made against his neck. How she had opened her thighs wider when he told her to, letting him fuck her deeper until his balls slapped against her and his cum flooded her

“Liora…”

Her name left his mouth like a curse and a prayer at the same time

“Liora.” He said it again

His hand slid down his abdomen of its own accord. He was already hard… painfully so… just from the memory.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke fast. In his mind it was not his hand. It was her cunt, hot and dripping, gripping him the way it had last night.

He imagined her on her back again, legs spread wide, blonde hair a mess, eyes half-lidded as she took every thrust. He imagined the way her juice had coated him, the way she had begged him to go harder on her

“Fuck… Liora…”

He pumped faster, hips jerking into his fist. Water streamed over his shoulders and down the hard planes of his stomach. The image of her stayed locked behind his eyelids: her pussy stretched around his cock, the wet slap of skin, the moment she came and flooded him. His breathing turned ragged. His free hand slammed against the tiled wall

He came with a low groan, as thick ropes of cum spilled across the wall and onto the floor of the shower, washed away almost at once by the cold water. His hand kept moving through the last pulses until he was spent

Rhys stayed under the spray for another full minute, forehead pressed to the tile, breathing hard. Then he washed quickly, shut the water off, and stepped out.

He dried off, tied a white towel around his waist and picked up his phone and dialed a number

The line connected on the second ring

“I need everything you can find on Liora Kane,” Rhys said in a flat voice “ Address. Place of work. Anything public and anything that isn’t. Send it to me as soon as possible”

A brief acknowledgement came from the other end. Rhys ended the call without another word

***

The drive to his house on the white hill overlooking the city was quiet. He did not think about anything except the emptiness he felt when he woke up alone.

The white modern house came into view… clean lines, glass, and pale stone set against the green of the hillside. Rhys parked in the circular drive and stepped out

A younger man was already coming down the front steps, dark hair like Rhys’s but shorter, wearing a casual black hoodie and an easy grin that looked almost out of place on the same sharp features

“Well, look who finally decided to come home,” the younger man called. “Went out to play all by yourself last night? Rude”

Rhys shut the car door. “It was the weekend, Ethan. I didn’t need a babysitter”

Ethan laughed, falling into step beside him as they walked toward the entrance. “Good. Honestly. It’s not like you to actually go out and have fun. Mom’s going to be shocked when she hears you left the house for something other than work”

“It’s still work Ethan. I have an office at the club sir”

“Yes. But you never sleep there. Ever!”

“Well…”

“It could only mean that something fun kept you there” Ethan cut in

Rhys shot him a dry look. “Why are you still here?”

“Im leaving in an hour. But Mom called. She said — and I quote… ‘Tell your brother that he need to come see his favorite mother before she forgets what he looks like.’”

Ethan raised both hands in surrender. “Her words, not mine. I’m just the messenger who gets called the spare.”

Rhys’s mouth twitched despite himself. “Favorite mother! As if she is competing with someone else. Tell her I’ll call her tonight”

“Call her? Have you not been calling before? She wants to see you” Ethan clapped him once on the shoulder. “Anyway, you look like you actually slept well for once. Or at least did something that counted as helpful. Whatever it was, keep it up. You’re less of a grumpy bastard this morning”

Rhys didn’t answer. He only unlocked the front door and stepped inside the cool, light-filled entryway of the house.

Behind him, Ethan’s voice floated in, still amused. “Favorite son of his mother, Rhys. Should I tell her you said no?”

“Fuck off bro”

“You can’t possibly be sending your big brother away right” Ethan taunted him

Rhys walked up the staircase without responding until he was in his room

He walked through to the table and, poured a glass of water, and stood at the wide window that looked out over the city

Liora Kane.

He wants to know what else she do when she wasn’t coming apart under him

He is very much interested in her