Crickets.
Just then my phone whistles with an incoming text.
“Noah,” my mother’s tone is warning as I fish for my cell in my pocket. She’s embarrassed that I brought it to the table.
“You know I can’t leave it off, Mother. I have active cases and I’m technically on call today.”
I raise the phone to my face and immediately begin to choke when I see the message.
Lucy.
My father shoots me an annoyed glare as I continue to cough, pressing the phone to my chest in hopes that the guests seated on either side of me hadn’t caught a glimpse.
“Excuse me,” I croak, my voice rough. “I need to take this.” I push back from the table and slide out keeping my napkin over my groin until the very last second so as to disguise the growing bulge in my pants. Once I’m certain no one is paying attention to my awkward departure I drop the napkin on my chair and spin quickly from the room.
I hurry down the hall to the study and pull the frosted French doors closed behind me before leaning back against the wall and swallowing thickly. My dick is rock hard and straining painfully against my fly.
Slowly, I lift the phone again to my eyes.
It’s just an image.
No words.
In the picture Lucy’s sprawled out on my couch, naked but for one of my dress shirts–white with blue pinstripes. Only one button is done up causing her full breasts to practically spill out of the top and her sweet bump to be exposed below. The space between her legs is in shadow, but as I stare at the image, blood boiling, an alert signals another incoming text. I click through to see a second photo, this one with her legs spread wide, that pretty pink pussy on full display for me.
Jesus Christ.And yes, I just took the Lord’s name in vain, but ….Jesus Christ!
Her confidence is an absolute turn-on. I never know what crazy thing this girl is going to do, and strangely, I freaking love it. I loveher. I still haven’t said the words, but they’re on the tip of my tongue daily and I find myself swallowing them down with greater and greater effort.
It’s a long moment before I’m able to respond. I’m pretty proud of myself when I do, for I manage not to sound like the uncontrollably horny teen-aged boy that I feel like.
Noah:Is my kitten feeling frisky?
Lucy:Uh huh. When are you coming home?
Another image comes through–this one just a close-up of Lucy biting her lip.
Lucy:This a booty call … in case you didn’t get that.
I swallow roughly, my heaving breaths loud in the stuffy room.
Noah:Soon. I’ll be home very soon.
Lucy:You promised to make it up to me.
Noah:Oh, I will, baby, you can count on it.
Needless to say, I make my excuses and get right the hell out of there, telling my parents and their guests that I have an emergency.
BecauseI do.
At least my cock thinks so, and who am I to argue?
CHAPTER 19
NOAH
The drive home is torture. It’s started snowing again and the traffic is moving slowly on the highway into town.
