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“More, Daddy,” Harper said when the story finished.
I kissed her forehead. “You want to be well rested for tomorrow, don’t you? Say good night to Papa.”
They echoed good nights to Griff and I tucked them in. I turned on their rainbow night lights with their names engraved, then left the room with the door open. In the morning I would wake up with two pairs of feet tangling around me in bed anyway.
“I’m going to look in on the baby,” I said to Griff who was still on the line.
Our two-year-old son, Leo, was fast asleep in his crib, lying on his stomach with his thumb in his mouth. I checked he didn’t need changing, ensured the monitor was still on, then slipped from the room.
“I feel awful about not being there,” Griff said.
“You’re here more often than not, Griff. It’s fine.”
“So you don’t miss me?”
“I do.” I entered our bedroom which felt empty without his large frame to take up space. “Truth is I was really looking forward to you getting home tonight. I miss my man.”
Griff groaned. “Say that again.”
“I miss my man.” I entered the bathroom, set the phone on the sink and stripped my clothes off. “Miss the way you pound me. Last weekend wasn’t enough.”
It never was. Jay and his girlfriend had taken the kids for the day to give us some time alone. Doing it on top of the sink, the washing machine, and the stairs hadn’t been enough despite the comment Jay whispered to me when he brought the kids back. That it was lucky he showed up when he did because I was one fuck away from being permanently in a wheelchair.
His embarrassing comments about me and his father were punishment for dating my best friend’s dad according to Jay. I was just too happy he and Griff were on good speaking terms to be bothered.
“You’re even hotter than the first time I saw you eight years ago,” he said. “Touch yourself for me, Scottie.”
Like he needed to ask. There was a reason I’d taken him in the shower with me. Phone sex had become my sustenance when he was away from home. I ran my hands over my chest, teasing my nipples and squeezing them between my fingers. I dipped my hand lower, tracing the faint line of hair that trailed down to my groin. Griff’s breath hitched in my ear, and I grinned when I glanced at the little screen to see him watching me with rapt attention.
“Like what you see?”
“Always do,” he said hoarsely. “What else do you want to show me?”
I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the dildo with the suction cup at the base. The first time I’d shyly asked him to put both a dildo and his cock inside me at the same time, it’d been phenomenal. I’d been worried after I came so hard that he would be upset with me. After all, when David had done it to me, he’d slapped me silly, called me a slut, and accused me of wanting other men. He deserved the years he was spending in prison after other students he was in charge of came out accusing him of physical and sexual assault.
Griff had been quick to assure me that a dildo wouldn’t be a problem in our sex life. In fact, I’d been dp’ed every time we had sex that week just to teach me a lesson. A lesson I was only too happy to intentionally fail, so he had to teach it to me, over and over.
“Yes, baby,” Griff said. “Show me how much you miss me.”
I entered the shower and closed the door. I set the phone in a niche in the wall away from the flow of water and adjusted the temperature. Sticking the dildo to the wall, I slicked it down with lube.
“It never feels as good as you, Griff,” I said, backing up slowly onto the toy. The thick head of the dildo pressed into my body, eliciting a gasp from my lips. “But it’s as close as I can get...”
“Mmm, Scottie.” His voice was a rough whisper, the sound of it sending shivers down my spine. “You’re perfect.”
A gasp escaped me as the toy fully sheathed within me. “God...Griff, baby...I miss you so much.”
The water cascaded over me, slicking down my hair and skin. Steam filled the small space, wrapping around me in a hot embrace that only served to heighten my senses. Griff was silent for a moment, but I could hear his breathing growing heavy and ragged over the line.
On the screen, his gaze was fixed on mine with an intensity that made me shudder. He loved watching me like this—lost in pleasure, so vulnerable and raw. I began to move slowly, setting a rhythm that was met with an appreciative grunt from Griff.
“Scottie,” he said again in that low rumble that sent tingles down my spine and straight to my groin. His eyes were dark with desire even on the small screen. “Wish I could be there.”
His words echoed in my ears like a benediction, fueling my actions further. My breath hitched audibly as I picked up the pace, chasing the pleasure that was coiling tight within me.
“I wish you were here too,” I managed to gasp out between thrusts.
Griff’s image flickered on the screen, his eyes dark, lips parting as he watched me stroke my cock while I fucked myself on the dildo. “Faster,” he commanded, and I obeyed. The suction cup held firm, the dildo moving within me in a rhythm that had me biting my lower lip to stifle the moans threatening to slip out.
