Me: I’ll do you one better, you can watch in person next time.
When the dots appear and disappear like they did before, I wonder if I’ve taken it too far. She’s a virgin and the last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable.
Ness: Tomorrow night.
Me: See you then. Good night, trouble.
Ness: Good night, Kolt.
Chapter Six
Isit at the breakfast table at Imogen’s house the following morning, my coffee cradled in my hand, my lip between my teeth and my cell burning a hole in my pocket.
That video.
Thatvideo.
My stomach knots and thighs ache just thinking about it. Just seeing every glorious naked inch of him, I knew he was fit, muscular but I didn’t quite realize just how much. Ropes of muscles that flex and shift, coil and move, veins that snake around thick arms, large hands wrapped around his hard cock.
I swallow down the groan and drain the coffee, wincing at the heat as it hits my tongue.
I’d never done anything like I did last night, not the grinding on him or the video or the photo I sent to him after.
Sure, I’d taken nudes before, but they were just in a folder on my phone, never to see the light of day. But the video inspired me and the next thing I knew, I was setting up the camera and getting in position. It took every ounce of courage I possessed to click send.
“What are you thinking about?” Imogen asks, dragging me from my thoughts.
“Huh?” I stutter, “What?”
“You’re blushing,” I look up to find Imogen staring at me, one blond brow quirked, “Isn’t she blushing, Shawn?” She asks her husband.
“Definitely a little bit of color there,” He teases, leaning on the counter as he watches me over the rim of his own mug.
“Who is he?” Imogen suddenly asks.
“Who?” I mimic an owl.
“The person getting you all flustered at my breakfast table.”
Imogen lived in the house we grew up in, the two of us inherited it after they passed and while I loved this place I didn’t want to live here forever. I wanted something of my own. Imogen didn’t feel the same. She bought me out and now I live at the edge of town, in a small little bungalow nestled into the trees.
Though we always have breakfast together at least twice a week at this very table. The same one we grew up sat around with the worn in pen and scratch marks.
Shawn and Imogen have been together for as long as I can remember, childhood sweethearts that no one could ever separate. I loved Shawn like a brother, but I didn’t want him or my sister digging too much into my business. And if I didn’t tell themsomething,I knew they would.
“I’m seeing someone, okay?” I roll my neck, trying to chase away the unease, “Don’t make a big deal over it, it’s just a fun little fling that is never going to last.”
“Who is it?” Imogen giggles like a teenage girl getting gossip, “Oo, is it that cute guy I saw you talking to at the diner yesterday!?”
“Huh?”
“You know, a little preppy, in the blue shirt. He’s here for a few weeks.”
“No.”
Imogen deflates, “Then who?”
“It doesn’t matter, Immy,” I tell her, glancing at the clock. It’s almost time to get to the diner to set up for lunch service, so I use it as an excuse. “It won’t last. I’ll be leaving. He’ll be leaving so it’s just a little fun. But I gotta get set up for lunch, you still good to cover me from four?”
