Page 146 of My Favorite Hero

Two. Then three. And they’d glide in. Wet. Hot.

Jesse.

I’d finger-fuck you and use my thumb to keep your clit hard. Toy with it until you begged me to stop. But I wouldn’t.

I pumped my shaft, imagining it was her. Her hands wrapped around me. Her mouth on me. I bit my lip to stop the sounds I felt building.

Are you doing that, Pix? Playing with yourself for me?

Yes.

Do it harder. Turn on your camera.

I stroked harder. Faster. My balls tightened at the image in front of me. I kept the sound low in case anyone was around. But I heard her whisper.

“I’m coming.”

That was all it took. The way she flung her head back, her mouth open, the vision of her pleasure. I orgasmed, my back arching off the cushion, shooting my load into my hand, the pleasure intense.

And messy.

I sat back, shaking my head. She turned off her camera, and we went back to texting.

Only you could get me off in the staff room from hundreds of miles away.

It’s a talent.

I need to clean up. Can you sleep now, Pix?

I think so. You?

Yeah. I love you.

I love you, Thorne.

Jesse.

I love both of you.

I was good with that.

A week later, I sat at the kitchen table, the new plans in front of me. The house was going to be incredible when we were done. In preparation, I had knocked some holes in the wall, thrilled to discover the ornate railing to match the other one hidden between sheets of drywall. We also discovered the original double front doors in the back of the basement, and I planned to restore them.

We were knocking the walls out everywhere, replacing them with the needed headers for support anywhere that was necessary. Casey’s old living room would become the dining room again, and the living room/dining room on my side would once again be an inviting living space. But we were keeping it as open as possible and planned to remove both kitchens and blend it back into one more usable space. Move one half bath to a better location. The back stairs that led to Casey’s bedroom would be gone and all bedrooms once again accessed from the main staircase. The expansive area would make two good-sized bedrooms.

Casey was going to love it.

I scrubbed my face, glancing at my watch. I hadn’t heard from her since this morning. I missed her more than I thought possible, doing everything I could to fill my days, waiting for her to come home. Only three more days and she’d be here. I could show her the plans and listen to her excitement. Hold her in my arms and sleep next to her.

I swore I wasn’t letting this length of time go by without her again.

I heard a noise and stood, walking into the living room, not seeing anything. Then the closet door opened, and there she was.

My pixie.

I held my arms open, and she flew into them—or would have, if she hadn’t tripped, stumbling into me with a loud gasp and sending us both crashing to the floor.

I groaned as she landed on top, the wind knocked out of me. I huffed and looked up at her.