All mine. I really liked that idea. But, in that moment, I also realized his tone was a little heavy. “Bad appointments?”
“Naw.” He was quiet for a moment. “We’re trying to figure out what the heck I’m doin’ with my life now that my career in the Army is over. I’m not ready to leave the military just yet, so we’re looking into some ways for me to stay involved as a civilian.”
“Will that take you, like, overseas and stuff?” I asked. I realized then that while I’d support Creek in anything he wanted to do, it would probably destroy me to know he was somewhere unsafe.
He laughed softly again. “No, darlin’. I’d be right here.” He cleared his throat. “I, uh…I also have therapy.”
I sat up straight. “No shit?”
“Some real smart people in my life pointed out that therapy might do me some good. And that it doesn’t mean I’m not strong or that I’ve failed.”
“I’m so goddamn proud of you,” I told him.
“Yeah?”
I groaned. “Baby, seriously, can I not see you right now?”
He laughed. “It’s almost eleven p.m., and I live way too far from you. But I’m with you.”
He was. It wasn’t good enough, but it was something, and I’d take what I could get. I shuffled up toward the head of the bed and tucked myself beneath the covers that still smelled like his cologne. My dick got a little hard, but I ignored it.
“Go out with me later this week after your appointments are done.”
“Yes,” he said simply and without hesitation.
My heart was so full. And so was my dick because, apparently, him wanting to be with me—a man like him, the man of my actual dreams—and being into me was a real turn-on. Who knew? I touched myself and accidentally let a small groan slip out.
“Are…did you…?” he asked, his voice suddenly breathy.
“I’m sorry,” I told him and ripped my hand away.
There was a long beat of silence, and then he asked in a very low rumble, “You hard, darlin’?”
My dick kicked against my stomach. “I am.”
“Mm.” He let out a trembling breath. “Yeah. Me too. I wanna hear what you sound like when you’re making yourself feel good.”
I reached beneath the blankets again and took myself in a firm grip, giving a stroke from root to tip. “Are you touching yourself too?”
“No, I…” He paused a moment. “I haven’t really done anything like this before.”
“Jerking off?”
He let out a startled laugh. “No. I definitely jerk off. Been doin’ that a lot more recently since I met you.” He cleared his throat again. “I meant this. On the phone with someone else.”
Neither had I, really. I’d had a few spicy text conversations with short-lived relationships, but that was just spank-bankstuff. Nothing that meant anything. I’d never craved hearing someone’s voice the way I craved Creek’s.
“Will you get off with me?” I was feeling both afraid and bold.
There was a long pause, and then he answered, “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”
“Good. Grab your dick,” I instructed. “Make yourself feel good. Pretend it’s me touching you.”
He let out a ragged moan, and I could tell he was as close as I was. This wasn’t going to be like something in a porno. As much as talking dirty might have been fun, I was so into Creek that just the sound of him breathing was getting me there.
“I wish I was with you right now,” I said, my voice rough.
“Me too. I—fuck. Me too. I’m so close.”
