She made a choking sound. “No, of course not. Pocket, I can’t believe you would even think—” Her voice was getting higher and higher.
“Babe, relax. I wouldn’t judge you if you were. Everyone does it.”
“Is that what you are doing?” Chloe whispered.
My eyes flew open. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since we met yesterday, but I haven’t yet,” I admitted. “Only because I haven’t had time. I could now. If you wanted me to.”
Silence met my question.
“Chloe? Are you still there?” I asked when several seconds went by. “Did I scare you off?”
“No.” Her voice was croaky. “I’m here. It’s just I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels kind of naughty.” She giggled, and the sound went straight to my cock. I was throbbing with my need for her.
“Oh, I would love to be naughty with you, Chloe.” I groaned as I slipped my hand inside my jeans to cup myself. Closing my fist around the base of my cock, I began to move up and down. “I’d love to make you scream my name as your cream ran down my chin. Tell me you would like that.” My breath was coming faster and faster. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hide it from her.But hell, did I even want to hide it? This might not be the direction I thought the conversation would go, but I wasn’t going to complain about it.
“Turn your camera on, babe. I need to see you all wet and soapy.” I groaned and this time I didn’t even try to hide it. “Show me your—”
“I’ve got to go.”
The line went dead and with it my hard on. Frowning, I stared at the black screen. What the hell had just happened?
Chapter Seven
“So let me get this straight.” Sy leant over the bar, her chin on her elbow, and eyed me thoughtfully. “You put the phone down on him? Just as he was about to—”
“Ssssh.” Leaning across, I covered her mouth with my hand. Glancing behind me, I shot a look at the lonely biker in the corner. He wasn’t paying us attention because he was on his phone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening. The last thing I wanted was for him to report back.
Her eyes flicked towards him, and she slowly moved my hand away. “Relax, he’s as deaf as a bat. Now tell me what happened?”
Taking a deep breath, I told her what had happened three days ago. My cheeks grew pinker and pinker with every word I said. She listened quietly, not interrupting, just absorbing. In the few days we had been roommates, I had come to realise that she was good at that. It was one of the reasons we got on so well. We were both quiet. In fact, it still kind of shocked me that she worked for the Sons. But when I asked her why she didn’t have a job more suited to her temperament, she just shrugged and said it was all she knew. She didn’t offer anything else, and I didn’t want to pry.
“So you don’t like Pocket? I mean, didn’t I see that you saved him when he came off his bike?”
“I would have saved anyone. I couldn’t just leave him lying there.”
Her eyes widened. “So you don’t like him?” Sy gave one small nod of her head. “That’s probably for the best.”
“Why? Do you know something about him?”
Sy went back to wiping down the already gleaming bar. The pub wasn’t busy. It was the middle of a work week and the weather had turned last night, so the city streets were being pounded by the rain that the rest of the world thought we got all the time.
Apart from the one grey bearded biker in the corner and two young men in tracksuits playing pool, we were the only ones in here. Which was probably for the best because I didn’t really do bars and pubs and the whole drinking culture.
But then again, I didn’t really do any of the normal things women my age did. I’d never had a chance, really.
Sy giggled. “No, I don't know anything about Pocket. He’s always seemed pretty decent when he’s been in here, but you should still stay away.”
I wanted to ask her why, but at that moment one of the younger men walked to the bar and ordered, so I had to wait.
Taking a sip of my orange juice, I watched as he ordered a round of shots and glanced at me. Catching me staring, he raised an eyebrow.
“Here.” He pushed one of the tiny glasses towards me with a grin. “You look like you need one.”
“Thanks.” I forced myself to smile, but I couldn’t help but look away from his gaze. Having men look at me just wasn’t something I was used to. “But I don’t drink.”
He shrugged, and I watched as any interest in me evaporated from his eyes. “No worries. Have a good night, love.”
He went back to his friend, and I turned back to Sy, only to find her staring at me with a smile on her face.
