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ETHAN
After watching Joseph disappear down the hall, I give a theatrical salute and hand my two remaining beers to the men stationed at my door. Back inside, I throw myself onto the bed, tugging the phone out of my pocket and half hiding it under my pillow as I open the message waiting for me. The phone is ancient; a basic model, not a smart phone, the perfect burner.
BILLY: Are you okay?
ETHAN: Yes. Are you? What’s going on?
BILLY: I miss you. I’m so sorry
What the hell? I assumed Billy left the phone in the bag intentionally, but now I’m starting to doubt that theory.
ETHAN: Who is this?
BILLY: It’s B. Who’s this?
B? It couldn’t be, could it? Is B meant to stand for Belle or Billy? It could be a trap. I start to type out a message, then delete it, write it again, and delete it again.
ETHAN: Prove it
My blood heats as I wait for the black block in my hands to light up with another notification. Eventually, the screen glows green and I grin. Swallowing hard when I open it up, I thank the stars that it’s still modern enough to handle photos. There, nestled between the glorious breasts of my mate, is my chain and the delicate ring I gave her as my promise. A promise I have no intention of breaking.
BELLE: Is that convincing enough?
Hmm. Even though this is extremely dangerous, I’m so relieved that she’s not done with me completely, that I’m feeling reckless. My cock is already hard just at the sight of her tanned skin and the soft curves that I can practically feel under my hands.
ETHAN: That could be an old picture. I’m going to need something more recent. A custom request.
BELLE: Then I’m going to need proof you are who I think YOU are
Smiling, I roll over onto my back, one arm tucked behind my head, and snap a selfie. I send it and stretch out on the bed, waiting a few seconds before I follow with a text.
ETHAN: Prove you’re really my mate
Holding my breath, I wonder if I’ve read this situation wrong. Maybe this is pushing her too far? As the time ticks by and nothing else pops up on my screen, I curse my impatience and rub my eyes with my fist. My rock cock starts to deflate, frustrated that I got carried away too soon.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” I mutter to myself. I should be asking if she’s still relatively safe, how she’s going to get away from Leon, if he said anything I should know about after we left… not ask for nude selfies like a horny teenager.
I’m typing out an apology when the screen lights up. Clicking into it, I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. Belle has somehow taken a shot the length of her lithe body, her black lacy bra just visible where it cups her perfect breasts, the dip of her belly button in her smooth, toned stomach and, then, her hand where it disappears inside her jeans. The top button is open, the delicate trim of her panties barely visible where her fingers have slid underneath.
As if I wasn’t one hundred percent certain already, a freckle I remember licking sits on her hip bone, teasing me.
ETHAN: Fuck Belle. I wish those fingers were mine
BELLE: So do I
ETHAN: You better mean that. I want you to imagine it’s me when you fuck them later, when you come around them on your own
BELLE: I’m not coming ever again unless it’s with you
ETHAN: Yes you are. You’re going to come around those fingers and imagine it’s my cock
Stunned, I haven’t had a chance to elaborate when the next message comes through. She’s all business again, as though she hasn’t just repaired my broken heart. Marcus was right, this isn’t over. She knew I wouldn’t be able to come back here with my mate out there somewhere and do what I needed to do.
BELLE: I don’t have that long. This is Billy’s phone. He’s telling me I only have two minutes left
ETHAN: Delete these messages and put your clothes back on or I’m going to have to murder him. Or gouge his eyes out at least
BELLE: I will. Carla’s here btw. Billy’s going to try and help her escape
