I wasn’t surprised that Frasier had elected to stay in, but something in his tone caught my attention. I leaned closer to the screen, noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes. “You okay?”
I knew the games and all the travel were physically exhausting, but this seemed to go deeper than that. At the very least, I figured he’d have been happy that the team had won. But he seemed distracted, down or something.
“Jules checked himself in to rehab,” he said, surprising me.
Frasier hadn’t mentioned his brother in weeks. The last I’d heard, Hudson Security had worked with the local authorities to conduct a sting operation. The dealer had been arrested, and we kept hoping Frasier’s brother would finally get the help heneeded. But I’d been afraid to mention it, taking the lead from Frasier.
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “I just hope it sticks.”
“Me too.” I knew how painful this was for Frasier, and I wished I could crawl through the screen and hug him.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” I grinned. “And I’m counting down the days until you’re home again.”
“Me too.” He tucked his arm beneath his head. “Thanks for the good-luck note, by the way. And the self-care kit.”
“You’re welcome.” I beamed. “I hope you liked it.”
His eyes were locked on mine when he said, “I loved it.” And it felt as if he was saying so much more. After a long pause, he asked, “How are Biscuit and Bacon? Behaving, hopefully.”
I smiled. “They’re good. Biscuit is sniffing around downstairs, and Bacon was already getting into bed when I hopped in the shower.”
“I wish I were there. Cuddling in bed with you.”
“Is that all you wish we were doing?” I teased.
“No. If I were there, you’d already be naked.”
I took a few steps back so he could see more of me. And then I dragged my silk tank top over my head, casting it aside. When I looked at the screen again, Frasier’s eyes had gone wide. I turned so my back was to him, taking my time to tease him as I lowered my matching silk shorts.
“Better?” I asked.
“Fuck yes,” he said, scrambling to remove his own shorts. “Turn around. Show me everything.”
It was his first away game, our first time being apart since we’d started dating. And it was the first time I’d dared to do something like this.
I turned slowly, running my hands over my body and imagining they were his. My mind went back to Allie’s bachelorette party and that night on the beach. Then, as now, his eyes were hooded as he watched me.
“That’s it, angel.” He adjusted his phone, letting me see how hard he was, see the way he was gripping his cock. “You know I love it when you give me a show.”
My lips curved upward, and I knew he was thinking about that night too. I dragged my hand down my neck, over my breasts, goose bumps rising in its wake. As he watched me, I felt sexy and desired.
“Need you, Bryn,” he rasped, fisting his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes.
“Mm. Don’t stop,” I said, referring both to his words and what he was doing with his hand. I bit down on my lip. Watching him was hot.
“Look at what you do to me,” he hissed, letting me see just how aroused he was. The low lighting cast shadows over his chest and abs, his muscles clenching with every pump, every groan.
“So hot,” I whispered, as if in a trance.
“Get on the bed. I want to see you—all of you.”
I grabbed the phone and carried it with me to the bed. “Tell me what you wish we were doing now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
