Her phone buzzed again. Crap. That was fast. Was he waiting by the phone? Better yet, was he lying in bed like she was, naked, scrolling through his messages? A man with his looks had to get hundreds. She scanned through her inbox.
To: Apples4Days
From: Bitesalot35
Subject: Yes. Mine.
Both. Are you looking for a fuck, doctor?
Jacob
Her heart tightened in her chest and she felt wings of anticipation flutter up her skin, leaving goosebumps. Unbidden, she felt her panties dampen. Yes, her body screamed, but her head, even swimming in cranberry and vodka, knew better.
To: Bitesalot35
From: Apples4Day
Subject: Impatient much?
Professor, not medical professional. I’m looking for a husband.
To: Apples4Days
From: Bitesalot35
Subject: You have no idea
Good. I’m looking for a wife. And children. There are too many honeypots on this site. You’ve got no idea how happy I am that you’re not one of them.
Holly snorted a light laugh. Honeypots? Adorable. She bit her lip, then responded:
To: Bitesalot35
From: Apples4Days
Subject: HoneyTRAPS?
I’m looking for a man not afraid of commitment. A loyal man. A family man. And someone who knows English. Know anyone like that?
She hit send and giggled to herself, suddenly feeling twenty years younger. When she didn’t get a response back immediately, however, she felt her good humor fall through the floor rapidly. That was childish, teasing him like that. Had he taken it seriously? Had she hurt his pride? She’d meant it as a joke, but it was so hard for tone to come across on paper. Now she was worried she sounded like a stuck-up bitch. She was an adult. This whole thing was completely beneath her. What was she doing? She was half ready to delete the app and forget it had ever happened until her phone buzzed again.
To: Apples4Days
From: Bitesalot35
Subject: Hmm.
High standards. Since you told me your deal breakers, I’ll tell you mine. I’m looking for a good housewife. Someone who can be trained. Family is important to me. I need a woman, not a girl. I don’t want a party animal. I saw you at a bar in your profile picture, is that typical?
Holly’s heart sank. Oh no. She’d been an idiot to let Alice use that picture of her. A blush ran ferociously up her cheeks, quickly followed by drunken defiance. What right did he have to judge her? He didn’t know her. She frowned and typed away.
To: Bitesalot35
From: Apples4Days
Subject: High standards??
No. My friend took that. It’s my birthday today. I really don’t drink that often.
To: Apples4Days
From: Bitesalot35
Subject: Happy birthday
I hope you had a good one. Take another picture so I can see you without a drink in your hand.
To: Bitesalot35
From: Apples4Days
Subject: At this hour?
I’m in bed. And indecent. Maybe another time.
To: Apples4Days
From: Bitesalot35
Subject: Plans
Then come out and meet me in person. This weekend. I’ll buy your train ticket.
Holly stared at the message and then shut it, quickly. Her heart thumped in her chest. Even with her phone dark beside her, she could still feel his presence in the room. She tried to imagine his voice. She imagined what he would sound like whispering in her ear as his fingers brushed the hem of her panties.
Her imagination was getting the better of her and her body was burning up. Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer; she kicked her panties off her legs and spread them. The wind from the fan felt cool as it hit her wet core and she gasped, arching into it. She hadn’t felt this turned on in—well—ages. Couldn’t remember the last time she’d touched herself for any other reason than to exhaust her body and put her to sleep. Yet now, she found herself reaching into her bedside drawer and lifting out her long-abandoned vibrator.
Pink, sleek, discreet, she rubbed it between her legs to warm it up. She felt her body aching for something inside of her, but she left it on her clit for now. She didn’t expect her pussy to clench the instant she turned it on and let the vibrations purr through her. She gasped, her whole body rocking against the small vibrator, and her thighs tightened around it. Her clit hummed, sensitive, too sensitive, but even when it hit the point of painfully sensitive, she couldn’t get enough of it.
Jacob had infected her. Some part of him had enlivened her veins and brought her whole body to life. She thought about his strong arms pinning hers down. She wondered how the scuff of his chin would feel on her face, or between her legs. She imagined him kissing her lips, her breasts, her throat, biting into that soft skin…
Within seconds, she was whimpering, her heels digging into the mattress as she bucked—once, twice—then cried out and came, her body trembling.
A couple heavy rise and falls of her chest later, Holly glanced over at her phone. Still no message. Not that she was expecting one. Not that she was going to talk to him ever again. Bad idea.