He cringes. “Ice, ice, baby. Thanks for the compliment.”
I shrug. “Neither one of us remembers most of what happened that night.”
Jake relents. “True. But if you haven’t met anyone who beats or even meets your expectations, you need to look into fucking other guys.”
“Could you be any more crass?” He opens his mouth to respond. “Never mind, I know the answer is yes.”
“Then you know me well.” Jake hands me the remote. “Look for a movie. The wine and bourbon made me tipsy enough to watch anything.” He stands. “I’ll leave you to change while I pee.”
“I might take a picture first. I like this outfit, so knock.”
“Whatever.”
Jake leaves as I stand in front of my full-length mirror, wearing a white off-the-shoulder sweater, semi-tucked into a light denim skirt, with a pair of small high-heeled boots. I fluff my hair and unlock my phone. I’m feeling braver than usual as the bourbon finally starts to hit me.
Opening the message thread between Grayson and me, Irealize that I never responded to his last text and he already sent me a follow-up message.
G: Did I fuck up with the last message?
I check the time I received it, which was twenty minutes ago, while the others came in almost an hour ago. He knows I respond quickly, and have given him shit in the past for being a terrible texter.
Me: Sorry. I got distracted. You didn’t fuck up. Let me make it up to you.
Posing, I snap a picture of myself in the cute outfit and send it to him, squealing like a nervous high schooler.
His answer comes in a minute later.
G: See? You look like a princess.
I smile.
G: But that doesn’t make up for you not responding for an hour…
Laughing, I shake my head. All right, I don’t do full-body nudes, but I can give him a little underwear action. Better yet…
Peeking at the door, I don’t see or hear Jake coming toward the room yet. He must be changing into the pair of pj’s we keep for guests in one of the rooms. Quickly, I take the sweater, boots, and skirt off, and am left in only my sheer black stockings, being held up by my garter belt that are paired with a lace black bra showing the tiniest bit of my nipples. I finally take the picture when I find a good pose and hit send before I can second-guess myself. One minute passes. Then two. Then three.
Crap. Did it come out blurry? I unlock my phone to look and find that there’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, if I could post this somewhere, I would.
So, what’s his deal?
As the thought leaves me, a blue bubble appears.
G: Wear those with your heels the next time I see you.
My core warms as I think about him being alone right now, and I wonder if he’s touching himself.
Me: So…you liked it?
G: What do you think?
A picture comes in a moment later with him standing shirtless in front of a wide mirror that seems to be above his dresser. And holy crap, he’s jacked. His abs look like they were sculpted on, and his arms have the perfect amount of muscle, along with the veins I love popping out on his forearms. Then there’s his defined V-line, which leads to his dark gray boxer briefs that outline his hard, perfectly sized cock.
I made him hard. He’s like that because ofme. All of the doubts I had earlier this week about us disappear, and I’m only focused on living in the moment.
Me: I think you’re missing one very important item…
Another picture fills my screen, only this time he’s smirking with his glasses on, and if Jake wasn’t coming back, I’d probably have my vibrator out by now.
