He hummed thoughtfully. “I think you’d be surprised by how many parents feel exactly that way and still do a good job, but still, you’re allowed your feelings. I think I could go either way. I don’t feel that deep-seatedurgefor kids, but if I was with someone who wanted them I think I could get behind it.” He shrugged. “I’ve never really been around kids much, so who knows, maybe I’d want to return it to the factory on day two.”
I chuckled at that, imagining Hen rolling up to a heavily-industrial factory with a stroller and asking for the returns department. “Pretty sure they frown on that.”
“Too bad. Someone should start a rental kid business so people can try them out before they get pregnant.”
“I think that’s called ‘babysitting’, and usually you get paid for doing it rather than the other way around. Ugh.” I shivered dramatically. “Responsibility for a small human. Yikes.”
Hen grinned. “So we’re sticking with the cats?”
I reached up to scratch Minnie’s ears and she chirped in my ear as the contact woke her up from her doze. “Cats it is. I just have to feed them, scoop their box once a day, and occasionally pet them, and they’re happy. Much easier than humans.”
On the screen - oops, I’d completely zoned out from the show and now I had no idea what was going on - a blur of motion and sound jumped out at me. Voices shouted and shots rang out. “Oh!” I set my phone back on the coffee table and leaned forward, giving Hen a good view of, uh, my shirt. “I think we’re missing the climax.”
Hen made a choked-off giggling noise. “I’d hate to miss the climax with you. What a waste.”
That got my attention again. I picked up the phone and fixed him with a reproving glare. “Tsk, tsk. Dirty jokes, Mr. Rodriguez? So juvenile.” And then I grinned. “Besides, I’d never let you miss my climax. My nails sinking into your back would get your attention, if nothing else.”
Hen made a noise that sounded likehngh. “Damnit, Jamison.”
“What?” I blinked innocently at him.
His eyes shot to the side furtively, and then back to me. “I can’t get a boner with a cat in my lap! That’s creepy!”
That pulled a full-bodied laugh out of me. “Poor Curie is going to be scarred for life.”
“Hmph.” His shoulder moved as if he was moving his arm, and then Curie’s head popped up into view as she stood up.
“Aww,” I teased, “you’re evicting her?”
He scratched the cat’s head and then gave her a gentle shove to the side. “I blame you. Fucking mental images,” he muttered darkly. “Nails in my back. Fuck’s sake.”
I smirked. “What, you don’t like thinking about me squeezing around you as I come, my whole body going tight?”
Hen sucked in a breath but said nothing.
“Pulsing around you,” I went on, making my voice sultry, “as I spurt between us…”
He made thathnghnoise again and he switched his phone into his left hand, his right dropping out of view. “Fuck.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I couldn’t help but ask, picturing where that hand could have gone.
His shoulder jerked and then stopped moving. “No?” he ventured warily.
I gave him my best disappointed look. “Too bad. That would have been hot.”
“Goddamn it, Jamie.”
Momentarily diverted from my purpose, I cocked my head to the side and studied him. “I’m pretty sure that’s the first time you’ve shortened my name. Usually only Charlie calls me that.”
“Oh, uh…” he stammered. “Sorry?”
“No,” I decided, “I like it. Feels…intimate. Besides, you could pretty much call me whatever you wanted and I’d respond, at this point.” I grinned and dropped the timbre of my voice. “Especially if you say it in that sexy tone of voice that reeks of desperation.” His shoulder started moving again, and I pictured him slowly massaging his cock. “What’s that hand doing, Hen?” I challenged.
The movement paused, then resumed. “What do you think it’s doing, with you talking like this?” he shot back, with anexpression that said he was still embarrassed but was pushing through it. “I mean, shit.”
I licked my lower lip slowly, enjoying watching his eyes follow my tongue on the screen. “Oh, am I turning you on? With my talk about the things I’d be doing to your cock if you were here with me? The squelch of the lube as you pounded into me here on the couch, my little gasps as you hit my prostate…” Shit, nowIwas turned on too. I switched my phone to my left hand and pressed the heel of my right into my dick, which was starting to throb.
“I’d have your knees up around your ears,” he picked up the narrative when I stopped. “Pressed on top of you with my whole body weight until you couldn’t move except to hump your hips up and down…”
