Page 53 of The Way We Touch
“I’m coming…” She drops the phone, but I watch her silhouette.
I watch her back arch and her breasts rise. I watch her stomach tremble as she moans louder. Then her legs start to shake, and it sends me flying. My dick pulses and warm liquid spills onto my belly, again and again.
I’m moaning, and my eyes close as the sensation blinds me. I stroke faster until the pulses of pleasure turn painful, and I have to stop. Then my hand drops to the side, and I’m breathing hard, coming back from another plane.
On my phone I see her hand moving slower, circling gentler, until at last she cups her fingers over her core. She rolls to her side, and her cheeks are flushed. Her pretty eyes meet mine, blinking slowly, and she smiles.
“I’ve never done that before.” Her voice is slightly hoarse. “Did you finish?”
“You kidding? I couldn’t watch that show and not finish.”
“Can I see?”
Another little surge spills onto my skin at her request, and I move the phone so she can see the come on my lower belly. On the screen, her eyes flare, and she pulls her lip into her mouth.
It’s the second sexiest thing she’s ever done.
“I wish I was there with you,” she says.
“Me too.”
“What do we do now?”
I grab tissues to clean up myself. “Are you always working at the restaurant? I’d like to take you on a real date if you have a night off.”
“I could take off Monday. It’s always a slow night in the summer.”
“Put me on your calendar. I’ll meet you downstairs at seven.”
Her nose wrinkles, she rests her cheek on her hand. “What will we tell the guys?”
After everything that’s happened between us, I want to say I don’t give a damn, but I know that’s not true. She cares about her brothers as much as I do.
“I’ll talk to Garrett. It’ll be okay.”
“Will it?”
“Either it will or he’ll kick my ass. I’m going to see you again, regardless. I’m not letting your brothers keep us apart.”
Her expression relaxes into a contented smile, and my stomach tightens with warmth. “I really wish I could hold you right now.”
“I do too. I like the way you hold me.” She reaches behind her and pulls a large pink body pillow between her legs and up to her cheek. “In the meantime, I’ll pretend this is you.”
“Damn, lucky pillow. It’s right where I want to be.”
A happy laugh floats in the air around me, and she blinks her eyes away. “Good night, Logan.”
“Goodnight, Danger.” That gets me another little laugh. “Dream of me.”
“I will.”
I’m pretty sure every day of camp is hotter than the day before. We’ve chosen the first and second string for the varsity and even picked the guys who’ll be on the junior varsity team.
Garrett was the friendly bear, letting the guys who didn’t make the cut know what they needed to work on to make the team next year, and as far as I could tell, none of them walked away devastated.
Sure, they were disappointed, but he gave them so many helpful tips and so much encouragement, I imagine they’ll all be back next year. Unless they pick up another sport.
“That Sonny Langston needs to be on the track team.” Garrett chuckles taking a sip of beer. “He’s a great runner, but he can’t throw for shit.”