Adam’s relationship with his ex was on shaky grounds for a while, and he reached a point where he was desperate to make her happy. In doing so, he neglected his own happiness. If he hadn’t found her with another man, I’m not sure he would’ve done what was best for himself.
Adam focuses on the drink in his hand before he looks up, smiling. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck her.”
“Ay-yo!” Emmett punches a fist through the air. “That’s the spirit, Woody! Round of shots for the table!”
I wish I could enjoy mine with the team.
Instead, it stays in my hand, halfway to my mouth as my jaw dangles, stare fixed on the picture peeking up at me from my phone.
One small, purple, and glittery, the other gigantic, black, and veiny as fuck, two dildos stare up at me. A simple question accompanies the photo.
Sunshine: Hey big guy, if I were considering sleeping with you in the future and wanted to give myself time to adjust to your size, which one would I fuck?
Jennie’s doing great with the sexting. Fast learner. Superfast.
I, on the other hand, am not doing so well. My brain might be melting, and my dick has turned to steel.
A second picture comes in, Jennie’s fingers wrapped around the small, purple dildo.
Sunshine: Mr. Itty Bitty it is.
“Why’re you making that face? Who’re you texting?”
I slam my phone against my chest at Carter’s questions, thankful X-ray vision isn’t real—that I know of. When I leap to my feet, my chair topples to the ground. “It’s my mom.” Shit, that was so high-pitched. “I-I-I—” Fuck. “I gotta go!” I lift my phone way up, and shake it, for whatever fucking reason. “She needs me. Mom needs me. I gotta…bye!”
I dash across the bar and into the lobby, fingers flying over the screen.
Me: Mr. Itty Bitty? I think the fuck not.
Sunshine: Gonna head to bed to take care of myself. Talk to you tomorrow.
Me: Don’t u fucking dare.
I jab the elevator call button nine hundred thousand times and fall inside when it opens.
Me: Jennie???
Me: I swear to god if u go to bed right now I will fly home early and wake you up with my cock down your damn throat.
Sunshine: kiss emoji Night Gare-Bear
“No. No, no, no, no.” Agitation barrels through my veins as the elevator climbs. My foot won’t stop bouncing. Pretty sure my eye is twitching.
I claw at the doors when the elevator stops, and it takes me seven tries to successfully swipe my card through my door slot. My shirt gets stuck over my face as I go tumbling into my room, and Jennie answers my video request on the third attempt, because she’s a little shit who likes to get me going.
“Mr. Andersen,” she purrs. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a late-night phone call?”
I trip over my feet stepping out of my pants, stumbling forward and bouncing off the side of the bed.
Jennie’s cackle electrifies the air. “What are you doing?”
“Gettin’ naked.” Jennie gets an eyeful of my dick as he springs free from my boxer briefs, bobbing around.
“Oh my. Lieutenant Johnson sure looks happy to see me.”
“He sure as shit is, and you’re gonna need to ditch Mr. Itty Bitty. My fingers can fuck you better than he can.” I grip the base of my cock and flick my head. “Now lose the clothes, sunshine.”
Dragging the blanket away, she reveals those stellar curves inch by aching inch. “What clothes?”
My eyes roll to the ceiling as I groan. “God, I wanna fuck you.”
I’m baffled when her smile turns shy. Does she not know how mind-blowingly sexy she is? I’d sell my left nut for a VIP all-you-can-ride ticket to her Disneyland. All-you-can-eat works just fucking fine for now, though.
I roll onto the bed, prop the phone up on the side table, and wait for Jennie to do the same.
She tucks her hair behind her ears, a purely innocent move that makes my cock throb. It’s down and long and messy, and I wanna drag my fingers through it before I wrap it around my fist and make her look me in the eyes while she comes.
“So, uh, how does this…work?”
“I’m gonna fuck my hand while I watch you fuck your pussy, and I’m gonna try not to make a mess when I come. You, sunshine, can be as messy as your heart desires.”
A shiver rocks through her body, and she shakes her head. “Two weeks ago you couldn’t even string an entire sentence together.”
“Yeah, ’cause you’re hot as balls and you intimidated the fuck out of me.”
“And not anymore?”
“Nah, not so much. Not now that I know I can boss you around just as well, but in a different way.” I watch her body flush, glowing skin kissed pink by nerves, lashes fluttering as her gaze bounces away, then back again. “It turns you on. You like the way I talk to you.”
“Well, duh.”
“What do you like about it?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I donno.”
Bullshit she doesn’t know. She’s playing shy, afraid to say it out loud, so I’m gonna help her. She doesn’t get to hide with me, not anymore.
“I like that I can make you shy. Take the boldest, bravest girl I know and make you speechless, even for a second. And then you get this big smile on your face and come to life, like my words spur you on. You’re the best mix of shy and confident when you’re naked, and I love watching you get there.”
Teeth press into that plush lower lip. She trails her finger over her thigh. “I like…I like when you tell me what you want to do to me. It makes me feel…” Her cheeks blaze as she looks away.
“Makes you feel what?”
“Wanted,” she admits on a murmur. “I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
The truth is, I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anyone the way I want her, so I tell her just that, ignoring the way she rolls her eyes like I’m feeding her a line.
“Besides your banging body, pretty eyes, and perfect smile, Jennie, you’re a smart-ass who can hold her own. You dish it out without missing a beat, and you push yourself. You’re also funny as hell, and you yell at the refs when they make shitty calls. I always wanted to know you better than I did. I’m glad I get to now.”
Jennie’s cute nose wrinkles, and low and behold, a fucking giggle slips past her lips. “Yeah, whatever, fuckboy.”
“Call me whatever you want, I’m the one you think about when you’re home alone, fucking your rubber cocks.”
“And my pussy is the one you’re thinking about when you lock yourself in your hotel bathroom, fuck your hand, and come in your sock.” Feet flat on the bed, she spreads her legs, showing me that immaculate, pink pussy. She swipes one finger along her slick slit. “Too bad you can’t have it. It’s a fuckload softer and warmer than your hand.”
My gaze follows the slow fingers that circle her clit, mesmerized as my words tumble out. “I fucking own it…”
“I’m the only one that owns this pussy.” Agonizingly slow, she sinks two fingers inside, back arching off the pillows, lips parting with a low gasp. “I just let you use it sometimes.”
“Fuck. Christ. Shit.” I run my palm over my mouth before taking my cock in my hand, stroking. “Show me how wet you are.”