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“Wish I could see you right now, naked, touching your sweet little pussy,” he says, sounding breathless. He sounds like he’s running up some stairs while he talks. This must mean he’s close, that he’s working his gorgeous and hard cock fast and hard.
I gulp.
“I wish I could see you, too,” I say. “Can’t wait for you to get home.”
He says nothing for a minute.
“I mean back,” I say. “I guess you’re home now.”
Gah…
“Yeah. Wish you were here with me right now,” he tells me. “Naked in my bed.”
I smile.
The idea of being there in his bed? Whoa.
“Rub faster. I wanna come, Jada. I’m hangin’ on by a thread. I wanna hear you come so I can let go. Just touch yourself and let go so I can hear you.”
I rub faster. I squeeze my left nipple, then reach over with my left hand and toy with my right. I imagine him sitting there in an upholstered chair by a window in the moonlight, I imagine his long legs stretched out, his fly open, and his strong hand working up and down over the length of his hard cock. I imagine his mouth. His sexy, full lips. Those blue eyes blazing a fiery trail over me as he pumps his fist over himself. I circle faster and faster and then I gasp as the climax hits me.
“Yeah baby, keep at it,” Austin says through the phone and his voice is lower, his breathing faster.
I let out a stuttered gasp and then I go limp.
I listen for a few seconds as I hear him breathing harder, louder, and then he lets out a long exhale.
The phone is silent for a second and then shuffling. And then ice cubes again.
“You good?” he asks.
He sounds like he’s smiling.
“Mm him,” I reply, rolling to my belly so the phone is close to my mouth. “I’m good.” I nuzzle the comforter with my face right beside the phone.
“Good,” he says, “Now listen, Miss Sweetheart – I want you to get up, put one of my shirts on, and get back in that bed and sleep there tonight.”
I smile. “I’d like that. I wish it smelled like you. But I just changed the sheets.”
“What do I smell like?” There’s humor in his voice.
“It’s hard to describe. But you smell good.”
“And you like the idea of sleeping in a bed that smells like me?”
“Yes.”
“And you already know my smell?” he asks.
“Mm hm.”
“You leave those purple panties under that pillow for me. You hear me?”
“Kinky. I approve.”
“Put that shirt on and get some sleep,” he orders. “I want that bed to smell like you when I get back.”
“When are you coming home? Err… I mean back?” I ask.
“A day or two probably.”
“Okay. When you know you’re coming, let me know and I’ll make you something special for dinner.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll look forward to that.”
“Good night, sir.”
“Good night, sweetheart.”
I smile.
30
Austin
Sunday afternoon, I’m walking from my place a couple streets over, to Adele’s. I’ve got my laptop bag with me because the plan is to have dinner with her and Dirk, the kids, and Aiden and Carly, then after dinner stop by the hospital once more to visit Dad and then get dropped at the airport. I haven’t messaged Jada yet to tell her I’m coming back tonight. I’ll be in late, but I figure I’ll surprise her when I get there and climb into bed with her. Weird to be thinking about going back there without a sense of dread – instead looking forward to it.
When I get two houses away from Adele’s place, I catch the sight of Sienna, who gets out of her car, obviously spotting me, too.
I freeze. Fuck. This shit again?
As she gets closer I see she doesn’t have her usual armor on. She’s not dripping with jewelry. She’s not even wearing make-up. In fact, she’s in shorts, a tank top and flip-flops without any makeup on and her hair a frizzy disaster.
“Stop,” I instruct. “I have nothing to say to you. From here on in, we talk through lawyers.”
“I’m late,” she says.
“What?”
“My period is late. I have a pregnancy test in the car. Or, well, three of them. To be sure. I’m gonna go home and take them, but I found myself here because Dad said you were in town because of Q and I was gonna ask your sister where your house was and then I saw Aiden’s motorcycle so figured if he was here, maybe you would be too. I was trying to work my nerve up to knock on the door.”
I cross my arms.
She bursts into tears.
I stand there, staring. I hate seeing a woman cry, fucking hate it going back to being seventeen and dealing with my ex Taylor’s bullshit, crying to get her way. I have zero patience for it, and with this bitch… the crying coupled with the words she just said to me? I’m floored.
