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My free hand was curled into a tight fist, my knuckles still a little raw, but I wasn’t thinking about the fight last night. No, I was remembering the one and only time my hand had connected with my brother’s jaw in that hotel room two and a half years ago.
“Screw it.” And screw you, Anthony. I opened the correct text thread this time and messaged her.
Ryan: Are you being a good girl? Or a bad one?
I nervously tossed the phone on my bed and discarded my jeans and boxer briefs. Shirt, too.
Was the gorgeous woman next door in her bed, or maybe her shower, sliding a finger over her pussy the way I’d touched her last night? Would she make the same breathy moans when she played with her clit that she’d made for me?
My heartbeat went into overdrive at the text alert, and I grabbed the phone to read her message.
Natalia: Define “good.” Define “bad.”
I smiled. Of course that’d be her response. I sat on the bed, wishing she was on my lap right now, riding me. But damn, I did not want our first time—if there’d ever be a first—to be in my childhood bedroom. I felt bad enough I was sporting some massive wood in Mom’s house. But I’d pretty much had blue balls since I saw Natalia alongside the road Wednesday night. No relief yet. And now it was Saturday. I must’ve enjoyed torturing myself.
Ryan: Good: on your way back over here to let me handle your tension. Bad: touching your pussy.
I reread my message, feeling insane, but sent it anyway.
I situated my back to my headboard and began stroking my rigid cock, memories from last night—that gorgeous woman’s mouth on mine, the way she’d clenched around my fingers when she came—heating my body.
Natalia: Very, very bad, then. I’m only in my white tee. No bra. No panties. In my bed.
Of course she was only in that white tee. I cursed as I gripped myself even harder, feeling a little pressure and pain that time.
Natalia: Ready to give in? I’m wet and waiting for you.
This was self-imposed torture on my part.
Why not say yes? Because dating her to help Anthony felt all kinds of screwed up.
And how would I explain to my uncle that my girlfriend was my brother’s ex? How the hell would my mom react? I couldn’t tell her the truth, but how could I lie?
And then there was the part I’d yet to tell Natalia . . . that I had to get down on one knee in Italy and ask for her hand in marriage.
Ryan: You’re making it very hard for me to say no.
Natalia: I make everything hard for you, remember? Well . . . my hand is sliding under my tee now, and I’m cupping my breast, wishing it was your hand instead.
I slid the precum over the crown of my cock with my thumb and moved my hand up my shaft from root to tip, envisioning the scene. Her hand between her legs and the other on her tit. Her nipples erect, I’d tease each one between my teeth, relishing in the soft sounds of her moans.
We’d gone from zero to sixty since I’d arrived back home. Ten plus years of keeping my mouth shut about my feelings, and now we were swapping dirty messages.
Ryan: And?
Natalia: You’ll have to use your imagination for the rest. That’s all I’m giving you.
Ryan: Mmmhm. How about you just be a good girl and get your sweet ass over here already.
Natalia: My ass isn’t going anywhere, mister.
I fisted my cock, sliding my hand up and down, my breathing turning ragged as I did as she requested and used my imagination. Fuck, I wanted her. It was torture not being able to bury my cock inside her. But she was digging her stubborn heels in, and I’d have to get creative.
Ryan: If you were here, I’d lay you on my bed, and bury my face between your thighs. Stroke my tongue over your delectable pussy until you came. Or I could have you ride my face the way you rode my hand in the truck. Maybe have you on all fours with that “ass that’s not going anywhere” up in the air so I could eat you out until you screamed my name. Really the options are limitless, don’t you think?
Dots appeared, then disappeared, and I smirked in satisfaction that I had her flustered.
Good.
