“You okay?” Indie watches me, concern etched into her pretty features.
“Yep. I’m good.”
“Are you sure? You look uncomfortable. Did you get hurt during the game and I missed it?”
Choking on a laugh, I shake my head. “No, nothing like that. Just having ahardtime getting comfortable right now.” I give my lap a pointed look and struggle to keep my composure when realization dawns on Indie’s face and her mouth pops open.
“Oh. Oh!”
“Sorry. Not trying to be a creep or anything. But you’re so pretty. I can’t seem to control my body’s reactions around you.” Understatement of the century. Also, embarrassing as hell. Tenyears may have passed since I last saw Indie, but when we talk, I’m right back to that teenage boy who can’t get enough of her. Right back to my body getting a little too excited a little too quickly.
“I-I’m sorry. Do you need me to let you go…take care of that?” Her dark blonde eyebrows knit together, and it’s so cute, I nearly lose it.
“No, baby. I’m a grown man. I can deal with it.” And then, because apparently too much blood has rushed from my big head to my little one, I say, “Unless you want to help me take care of it.”
“Help you take care of it?” Indie giggles nervously and looks down, like she’s trying to glimpse my lap, even though it’s off screen. “You mean…?”
“Sorry. That was probably too much, wasn’t it?”Don’t scare her away, you idiot.My heart picks up speed, and it’s all I can do to stay seated. My body, which was already flush with excess adrenaline, is begging me to pace the room.
Indie stares at me, her pretty, pouty lips twisting to the side as she considers. When I’m about to beg her for forgiveness, she opens her mouth and says, “I’ve never done that. I’ll probably suck at it, but I’m willing to try.”
My heart stutters, then stops before gaining even more speed. “I haven’t either. But listen, you don’t have to. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to?—”
“Bash. Shut up.”
I do. I shut up and focus on the woman I’ve loved for half my life, distance and silence be damned.
“You’re alone, right?”
“Of course. I’d never let anyone hear or see you.” I’d have to kill them, and I love my teammates, so I’d rather they not force me to commit murder.
She chews on the inside of her cheek. “Would you be mad if I kept some clothes on? My parents’ sex tape has me a little paranoid, and I know you’d never record us, but I?—”
“Hey.” I cut her off before she can ramble too long. When she really gets going, it can be hard to stop her. “We don’t have to do anything. This is all up to you. What you’re comfortable with. I’m just happy to be talking to you.”
The smile that overtakes her face is somehow both shy and radiant, and it warms my whole body. “I’m still not sure I believe this is happening.”
“The phone sex or being in each other’s lives again?”
“Both?” She giggles and drops her gaze to her lap for a moment before looking up again and meeting my eyes. “It feels too good to be true.”
“I know. But this is real, and I’m not letting you walk away again, so you better get used to it.” I shift again, my stupid dick straining to be freed.
“You look uncomfortable,” Indie says coyly, her smile mischievous. “Why don’t you let me help you with that?”
Groaning, I fist my dick through my boxer briefs. “You sure?”
“Yes.” Indie adjusts her position on the bed. She props a few pillows behind her back and stares, heavy-lidded, as I shed my dress shirt and my boxers. A momentary flash of insecurity clouds her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by resolve. Then my screen is filled with an image of her ceiling before Indie picks her phone back up and knocks the wind right out of me.
“Fuck, Rosebud.” She’s in nothing but a thin cotton sleep bra. The lavender triangles can barely contain her full breasts, and as I watch, her nipples pebble against the fabric. She’s stunning. “Look at you.”
Indie squirms in her bed, flushing a pretty pink all the way down her chest until the color kisses her breasts. I can tell this isoutside of her comfort zone, but she has nothing to worry or feel self-conscious about. I’ve never been so hard in my life.
“So brave and beautiful. I can’t wait to see you like this in person. It’s killing me that I can’t kiss every inch of you right now. Your tits are insane.”
Her laughter is bright. “So you’re a boob man, huh?”
“I’m ayouman.”
