DEACON: What are you gonna do about it?
Stumbling through the door,I close it as quietly as I can and bite back the groan as I stub my toe on the edge of the bed frame, the question making me off-balance.
What are you gonna do about it?
Fucking hell.
TANNER: What are you gonna do about it?
DEACON: Do you really want to know?
TANNER: Yes
Swallowing hard,I ease back onto my mattress, not bothering to turn the light on as I wait for his reply.
DEACON: I’m going to jerk off thinking about you
TANNER: Fuck
DEACON: We’ll get there
I chucklebut there’s no humor in it. I’m panting like a dog over the idea of this man fucking his own hand thinking about me.What is he imagining?
Do I want to know? Yeah, I think I do.
TANNER: Tell me
DEACON: Are you asking me to sext, Tanner Holiday?
Falling back onto the comforter,I can’t temper the smile that spreads over my lips.Damn,that’s hot. If I close my eyes I canalmost hear his deep rumble wash over me, my skin erupting in a wave of goose bumps.
TANNER: It would be another first.
DEACON: I like that more than I should
TANNER: Why? It’s not a first for you, right?
DEACON: No, but it’s been a while.
Somethingabout the false sense of anonymity provided by the phone has me typing out a truth I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to say out loud.
TANNER: I have no right to be jealous, but I am
DEACON: Yeah?
TANNER: It’s unsettling having to start over, to be learning about myself and someone else like I’m a teenager
DEACON: I like it
TANNER: Why?
DEACON: Because I’d rather build something meaningful with you than spend one more night on a quick fuck just to get off
My mouth isdry as I stare at the screen, the words both heating my blood and surprisingly sweet.
Reassuring.
But won’t that get old? Will he get tired of waiting for me to be ready? For me to do the things he likes and needs?
