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My phone buzzes with a text and I nearly spit out my wine when I read it.
Missing your sweet pussy so fucking bad, I’m leaking pre-come in my boxers like a virgin just remembering how tight you are around my big dick.
My cheeks burn with its blush, and I put my glass down and text back.
If only I were with you to lick it up.
Minutes pass and I finish my wine. A picture message comes through and I’m glad the kids are in bed and Evie is sitting at the opposite end of the couch. As clear as day, he’s grasping his dick, his very hard and very impressive length. Fucking hell, I wish we were at his flat right now.
This is what thinking of you does to me.
Evie’s phone rings and the smile on her face tells me it’s my brother.
“I’m going to go to bed and take this. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night.”
I wait till she’s upstairs and close the living room door. Lifting my sweater up, I quickly take a picture and lower my sweater.
Sending it to Vincent, I type,Maybe these can help you sort yourself out.And hit send.
It’s not long before my phone rings and I answer without hesitation.
“You’re perfect but you’re fucking killing me, babe,” he moans, and I laugh.
“That’s what you get for leaving town for a few days.”
“Don’t remind me. This time last night I was buried so deep in your pussy, I was in your fucking womb. Tonight I’m sharing a tent with your brother. He’s just stepped out to call Evie.”
“Um, quick question. How did you send me the dick pic if you’re in close proximity with my brother?”
His laughter fills the line. “He wasn’t with me, obviously.”
“I should hope not. I take it you’ve stopped for the night?”
“Yeah. What are you up to?”
“Me and Evie were having a glass of wine but then you started with your texts and Louis called her. She’s gone up to bed, so I plan on falling asleep in front of the TV.”
The line goes quiet, and I don’t know what to say. He has my stomach in knots and the harder I try to think of something, the more my mind goes blank.
“Would it scare you to hear how much I’m missing you?” he eventually asks.
“Probably but I reckon it’ll be nice to hear it anyway.”
“I do. I miss you, Lex. I’ve never missed anyone in my life, this is new to me, but I’m good with it.”
Biting down on my smile, it does nothing to stop it from growing. I was right, it is nice to hear and I’m not as afraid as I thought I would be.
“You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted to tell you.”
“Vincent, I…” I what? I miss him? I think I do. But it’s a lot of vulnerability to show before we have our ‘talk’.
“I should go, it’s late, and the kids will be up early…”
“It’s cool,” he says, cutting me off. “Night, Lex, sleep well.”
He ends the call before I can return the sentiment and I toss my phone on the couch beside me.
