“Are you wanting phone sex?” I chuckle, enjoying this conversation way more than I should.
“Damn straight. I’m so hungry for you that my damn balls ache,” he grouses. “Now, take off sissy-boy’s shirt and get ready for playtime.”
“Playtime?” I ask, but the phone goes dead. I stare at it, wondering what the hell just happened. I wonder if I should call him back. Maybe the call just dropped. Before I can do that, the phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see that Caleb is calling back but this time he wants to video chat.
Never being the kind of woman to back down, I rip off my jersey and lean back on the bed as I accept the call.
“Fuck me,” he groans, scrubbing his chin as his gaze moves over my body.
I grin. My night just got a hell of a lot more interesting. I hope I’m not too tired to drive back tomorrow, because I have a feeling that neither Caleb nor I will be sleeping anytime soon.
9
WHEN YOUR DATING COACH IS A GRANDMA WIELDING A VIBRATOR
CANDYMAN
“What’s the long face for, C?”
I look up at Nana and smile. Nana is at the clubhouse often. The boys have all adopted her. She livens the place up. Some of the club girls don’t like her, but since she calls them on their shit, that’s to be expected. They all give her a wide berth because they know we claim her as family. To me, she’s the only person I’ve let into my heart besides my club brothers. I mean, I respect her granddaughter, Georgia. She’s Griff’s old lady, and she’s a good woman. I’d lay down my life for her because she’s club now. Still, she doesn’t know the real me. Very few people do. A couple of the club guys, and now Nana. That’s about it. I will say I’ve been more real with Izzy than I have with anyone else. We’ve been talking on the phone every night for almost two weeks now. She’s going home in two days. Just two. I’ve already rented a hotel room nearby, and the two of us are going to spend time together. I’m getting off every night to my hand and her sweet moans. She’s doing the same, but to say I’m tired of not actually having her in my arms is a huge understatement. For her part, Izzy is still saying this is only a friends-with-benefits kind of arrangement. I’m going along with it because I don’t want her to turn me away. I’m working hard to get into her heart, though. I’m not going to give up easily.
Hell, every second I spend with her makes me feel even more certain that Izzy is my future. It apparently is just going to take longer than I’d like to convince her of the same. I’m excited to be meeting up with her. I’m not planning on letting her leave my side while I’m there. I don’t know how she wants to explain me always by her side and I also don’t give a fuck. I’d tell any of them I’m claiming her as mine. The only thing that stops me is I know she’d have a shit fit.
“What do you mean, Nana?”
“Boy, don’t play with me. It’d take a fool not to see you have something weighing on your shoulders. Now, tell me what’s going on behind those blue eyes that would melt the clothes off a nun?”
I laugh, shaking my head. Nana is a pistol. If she had been younger—and I hadn’t met Izzy—I would have tried to claim her as mine. She’s that special. Unfortunately, she’s over forty years too old for me—hell, maybe fifty.
“I’ve got women trouble, Nana.”
“That’s because you’re looking for a woman too young,” she says with a wink. “You need an older, more mature woman.”
I grin at her. “Have anyone in mind, Nana?”
“Maybe,” she purrs, making me laugh harder.
“Don’t let this get out, Nana, because it might destroy my street cred, but I’m not sure I’m man enough to handle you.”
“That was my poor Patrick’s issue. I think I just plumb wore out his heart. He tried to keep up with my needs, but it was a struggle,” she murmurs.
I shake my head. She’s probably not joking. “Nana?—”
“Don’t get me wrong. The man was magic, but one time wore him out. Sometimes he’d make sure I’d get a second—or fall asleep trying. I finally just resorted to this fancy purple thing I saw in one of those lifestyle catalogs I get in the mail. It wasn’t as good, but then a girl has to do what a girl has to do. You know how it goes. Still, we had a good marriage, and I’ve missed him every day.”
“He was a lucky man, Nana,” I say sincerely.
“I was the lucky one,” she says, and a small tear slides down the corner of her eye. She wipes it away with the back of her hand, pasting on a happy smile. “Enough about my Patrick. Tell me about this woman who has captured my boy’s attention.”
I grin. She’s basically adopted me, and I’m not going to pretend I’m not happy about it—I am. “Isolde—though everyone but me calls her Izzy. She’s really special, Nana.”
She studies me for a minute and leans closer, her eyes never leaving mine. “Are you judging that by your love sausage or your brain?”
I was taking a drink of my beer when she asked her question and hearing her refer to my dick as a love sausage has me choking. I cough and heave, trying to clear my airway. For a second, I thought I might die before I could finally draw clean air in.
“What the fuck, Nana?” I cough and splutter.
“Well,” she drawls, “which one is it?”
