“Mom, we aren’t dumb. You’re dating Tyler, aren’t you?”
I clear my throat. “How would you two feel if I was in a relationship with him?” I ask, looking first at Abby and then in the rearview mirror at Jay.
Jay shrugs. “Tyler’s cool. I’m fine with it.”
“Me too,” Abby says. “He’s great.”
I glance from the road over to Abby. She has a trace of a smile on her face, which loosens the knot of nerves that were building in my chest.
What I want is to confess everything to her, but still, the courage I desperately need eludes me. With each passing day,I’m finding it more and more, though. I know in the back of my mind that prolonging the conversation isn’t helping anyone. It’s not helping him, and it’s damn sure not helping her. Without knowing who he is, Abby is already forming a relationship with Tyler—a good, healthy relationship.
My mind knows the time is drawing near to come clean to her. The words of Mawmaw rise to the forefront of my mind.You can do hard things, Josephine.
With the kids in bed, I pour myself a glass of wine and head to my own room, itching to talk to Tyler. My fingers are already tapping to his contact before I’ve even climbed into bed. It takes a few rings for him to answer, but when he does, I’m rendered speechless. He’s freshly showered, bare chest exposed, his hair still dripping wet.
My mouth parts but no words come out.
“You okay there?” he asks when I don’t speak right away.
In fact, it takes a few more seconds for me to find my words.
“Just distracted,” I manage, voice dazed. Distracted is the understatement of the damn year.
Tyler smirks at me through the phone screen, fully aware why words fail me. He props the phone on something to drag a towel through his hair, strong arms flexing with every motion. I’m mesmerized, hardly blinking. And thank goodness I don’t blink, because the next thing I know, to my great delight, he drops the towel to the floor.
I drink him in, the ridges of his abdomen, dipping to that impossible V, leading my gaze straight to his cock, thick and already hard. The sight of him has wetness gathering between my legs and my thighs press together on instinct, but it’s notenough. Using the hand not holding my phone, I slip it into my panties, fingertips circling my clit.
“You doing something without me, Jo?” Tyler asks, voice low with an amused lilt.
“Maybe,” I answer, biting my lip coyly.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about the sounds you make when I’m inside of you, and how you taste on my lips. Lemme help.”
Tyler flips off the overhead light, switching on the warm glow of his bedside lamp instead. Then he climbs into bed, propping himself against the headboard.
“I wish you were here with me,” I whisper to him through the screen.
“You’ve got work tomorrow. And you and I both know I’d keep you up too late. Now, tell me, are you pleasuring yourself with your fingers, love?”
I pause, quirking a brow at him. “We’re about to have phone sex, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, Jo. We are.”
At those two words, I’m sliding off my sleep shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor. I’m already slick and aching when I begin rubbing small circles on my clit.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he says. “I want to picture it. Wanna know how wet you are for me.”
“I’m circling my clit,” I breathe out. “Pretending it’s your fingers.”
I know my voice sounds needy, but he must like it, because he hums low, eyes still fixed on mine. And now I’m imagining what it would feel like for him to hum against my pussy, hands gripping my hips like he owns me.
“I want my mouth on you so fucking bad,” Tyler groans. “I’d take my time, lick you slow. Suck your clit till you’re begging for my cock.”
I’m imagining how perfectly Tyler fills me, when his phonetilts slightly for me to see that he’s slowly stroking his length. Holy hell, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look what you do to me, Jo,” he murmurs, voice dark with hunger.
My breath stutters and I bite back a whimper as my hand drifts lower, one finger sliding into my wet heat. I let out a soft moan.
