“I’m fine.” I don’t look up, but wander away from her and the horses, fixated on my screen.
Oregon.
RQ’shere.
The last few days have been hell of slowly closing in on where she’s at.
TheBigO: The whole state is only a few hours across. I can be there.
RacingQueen: Did you finish the last book I sent?
TheBigO: I did last night.
RacingQueen: What did you think? Kinda fun that he wore a mask?
TheBigO: I’ll wear whatever you want me to if I get to finally touch you.
It’s crazy how I’ve gone from wanting to keep her at arm’s length, to craving every word she sends my way.
She’s crawled under my skin in all the best ways.
I think we both need to find out if this is real.
Is she finally ready?
RacingQueen: I need it too. How soon can you get to Pendleton?
My stomach tightens.
No fucking way.
TheBigO: Fast.
RacingQueen: Okay, I’ll give you directions in a few hours, once my friend leaves.
My cock swells against my zipper.
Again.
She has me permanently hard. Between the books she has me reading and the secrets she’s shared, I’m like Pavlov’s dog getting horny every time my text notification goes off.
RacingQueen: I want this to be wild. So even if it never happens again, we have tonight.
TheBigO: How wild?
RacingQueen: Remember the pirate book?
Shit, I almost run into one of the concrete barricades in the trailer parking lot, I’m so glued to her messages.
I need a damn shower.
TheBigO: How could I forget?
RacingQueen: I’m going to go against every girl code and put all of my trust in you…don’t take no for an answer.
Jesus.
TheBigO: What if you really mean it?
