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“OH GOD NO.”
I’d called him when I knocked the phone down.
CHAPTER TEN
COWBOY
I’m about to head out the door to hunt me down some grub when my phone rings. I pause with my hand on the handle of the door and dig the damn thing out of my pocket.
I smile when I see Lacey’s face pop up.
After the initial awkward ‘I have a hard-on for you’ part of our afternoon, we pretty much agreed on everything we wanted for our future kid. You’d think it would be weird to discuss such a thing, but honestly, if all people wanted to be parents approached like this ahead of time, they might not have so many problems once the child is here.
That shit’s hard enough.
“Hello,” I say once I have the phone up to my ear.
I step out of my room and freeze at her moan.
“Um, Lacey?” I say into the phone, and that’s when I hear it.
The tall tell sign of a vibrator at full speed on a wet cunt. My eyes cross at the visual that crossed my brain, and I grab onto the door jam, so my ass doesn’t plant on the floor.
“Oh God,” I step back and slam my door shut.
I lean against it and unzip my jeans. I stroke my dick to the sound of her moans until I hear her scream my name.
“Yes, Kooper, fuck right there.” I explode and almost drown the phone.
My knees give out, and I slide to the floor.
“Fuck,” Ain’t that right.
“What a mess,” I look at myself and chuckle.
I haven’t cum this much since I was a teenager waking up to crusty sheets.
“Darlin’,” I try again, but she’s either fallen asleep from that intense orgasm or can’t hear me.
I hang up and call her back.
“Pick up, pick up!” I chant, wanting and praying I can talk her into either coming back her or me over there cause clearly we have a lot to talk about.
But she never answers.
“Fuck it all!” I curse into my empty room.
Best orgasm I’ve had in my life, and I was alone. How fucked up was that? Not ever going to happen again. I swear to all that’s Holy the next time I spill myself will be inside Lacey.
She wants me as much as I want her. I just need her to acknowledge it.
And get rid of Makayla.
I rip my clothes off and wash up quickly. I’m starving now, and there’s a bar down the road with the best tacos this side of the Mason-Dixie line.
I hit the stairs and stopped when a few of the members called my name.
“Where are you heading in such a hurry? Do you have a hot date?” the Priest asks as he slaps his cards down on the table.
