A quick pause. Not a dial tone. Faith hadn’t hung up.
“Are you sure you can help me, Mr. Timber?” Faith asked.
My mouth shot open, ready to answer, but I stopped when I heard, “Faith?”
It was Noelle.
“I couldn’t sleep, Mommy.”
“What are you doing talking to Mr. Timber this early in the morning?” Noelle questioned.
I could imagine Noelle with her hands on her hips as she glared down at Faith for an explanation. All fiery, in silky pajamas with her perky nipples rubbing against the material from the chilly nighttime air after being toasty warm all tucked into bed. Fuck. I had just gotten rid of my goddamn erection.
I rolled my eyes and threw a hand up in the air.
“Jack’s going to help me with the concert, Mom!” Faith expressed with excitement.
Faith wasn’t in tears anymore. Jesus. All I had to do was give the kid what she wanted and poof... Problem solved.
“It’s time for you to get back to bed.” I heard rustling at the other end. “Give me the phone. Now.”
Shit. Little Elle got angry.Watch out, Faith.Mommy didn’t take her chill pill before bed.
Noelle said, “Jack. I’m so sorry. She shouldn’t be calling you at—”
“You should watch your damn kid, Elle. I don’t mind talking to Faith this early in the morning, but it’s not safe for her to be calling people without your knowledge,” I interrupted, fully intent on sparking a fuse.
Silence.
“You got some nerve giving me parenting advice...” Noelle huffed. “Besides, it’s way past your bedtime, old man.”
Ah, I hit a nerve, didn’t I, sweet Elle?
Damn woman quipped her wisecrack senior jokes. God. Little Elle had me all fired up, and the sound of her voice on the phone was sexy as fuck. She had a voice box as vivacious as a phone sex worker. I could jerk off.
Instead, I ambled over toward the window for a distraction to my wandering thoughts, which had gone way off the fucking rails, and I cracked the blinds. I took a peek and could see Elle’s bedroom. I knew exactly where she’d be.
“What are you wearing, Elle?” I asked huskily.
A feminine, shadowy figure transfixed me as I watched long locks sway back and forth by the glass pane. There wasn’t any light except the half-moon shining down into her bedroom. The dim illumination gave her away, and she had no clue I watched her, lurking when I shouldn’t be, but fuck did it feel so right.
“Go back to bed, Jack,” Noelle barked.
“No. Answer me, Elle...” I breathed eagerly into the phone. “Tell me what you picked to wear for bed.”
A brief silence.
“None of your damn business.” Her breath accelerated.
Damn. I bet Noelle flared her nostrils. I pictured her pent up with frustration and ready to hang up on me, but I wanted to push her.
“I know you want to tell me. Go on, princess.” I egged Noelle on while my massive cock strained against the wall and I watched her. “Play along.”
Suddenly, she came toward the window, with hips swaying and arms stretching up to pull her hair back into a ponytail. Her curvaceous body sent a shudder of electricity through me at the highest voltage and zapped me to focus on nothing else but her. I got lost in her, trapped in her swirl of temptation and the overwhelming need to have her closer to me, so I could smell her, touch her, and taste every damn inch of her.
Noelle knew I watched her. She had put on a damn show for me and left me melting at her feet.
“I’m naked,” Elle teased.
