“Don’t. I need to feel you in real life before we go any further. I’m not gonna lie, I’ll be using that mental image of you in bed to relieve some pressure tonight.”
“Sam…” she moans softly.
“I’m gonna let you go now. Not because I don’t want to talk to you more, but because if I keep you on the phone, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to control myself.”
Kayla lets out a small sigh. “Control is overrated.”
I laugh at that. She’s got a smart-ass attitude that I enjoy. “True, Kayla. True. But patience and anticipation can be our friend in this situation. Trust me, I’ll figure out a way to get you to myself as soon as possible. Then I’ll show you what I’ve been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on you this morning.”
She makes a sound of satisfaction that sends a jolt through my already throbbing cock.
“Can I see you tomorrow?”
“Count on it.”
* * *
“Dad! Can we hang out with Kayla today?”
Toby’s small body bounces on my chest, making me grunt as I wake up fully from the fuzzy end of the dream I was having. Thankfully, it wasn’t like the dream I woke up from in the middle of the night. The one that required a cold shower and my hand before I could fall back asleep.
“Sure, little man.” My voice is gravelly, I’m still only half awake, and yet my mind instantly wanders to Kayla. Is she awake yet? A glance at the clock tells me Toby has gifted me with another ridiculously early start to my day. Kids are the worst at sleeping in, or at least mine is. It’s barely seven a.m. I need coffee, preferably mainlined into my body, if I’m going to function today.
“Is it pancake day today? I love pancakes. I think I want apple pancakes today, Dad. We have apples, right?”
“No, Toby, remember —we didn’t make it to the grocery store yesterday,” I explain patiently. Normally Toby is a pretty accepting kid and handles it well when things don’t go his way. Today he seems to be headed in that direction as well, until a surprisingly sneaky look comes over his face.
“I wonder if Kayla has apples,” he says, innocently enough. But I can read between the not-so-subtle lines. Is my five-year-old trying to be a matchmaker? I chuckle.
“Nah, sorry dude, she’s staying at a hotel, so she probably doesn’t have any apples.” But that does give me an idea. A quick internet search confirms that the restaurant at the inn where Kayla is staying serves breakfast starting at eight.
“Tell you what, Tobes, let’s get dressed and go for a walk. We can surprise Kayla and take her out for breakfast. Deal?”
“Deal!” With one final bounce, Toby is off my bed and running into his room. I climb out of bed and head into the en suite bathroom to turn on the shower. The one I had last night was more about cooling off and hiding the evidence of my desperate jerk off session than getting clean. While I wait for the water to warm up, I’m brushing my teeth and debating if I need to shave. I’m scruffy, but it’s not too bad, and if I’m not mistaken, Kayla shivered when my chin brushed the sensitive skin by her ear yesterday. I’ll leave it.
Just as I’m about to climb in the shower, my phone beeps with a message. I could ignore it, but what if it’s her…
Sure enough, it’s from Kayla, and it’s all I can do to not rub my hands together in glee at her message.
KAYLA: It’s stupid early, and I’m awake instead of happily sleeping because of time zones. My body doesn’t know where I live anymore. You’ve got a small child so I’m assuming you are also awake. Misery loves company dontcha know.
SAM: It’s true. Not the misery part, but the kid waking me up part.
SAM: How do you feel about breakfast… Toby wants pancakes.
KAYLA: He’s got good taste. And it just so happens that the chef at my sister’s inn makes great pancakes.
SAM: Apple?
KAYLA: Apple what
SAM: Apple pancakes. That’s what he wants.
KAYLA: Oh. I’m sure they can handle that.
SAM: Great. See you in half an hour.
KAYLA: Crap. That means I have to get dressed.
