Fuck it. I missed her. Grabbing my phone, I sent her a message, hoping she wasn’t asleep.
Me: Hey sexy, how r u?
Dell: Good. U?
Me: Not bad. Wish u were here tho.
Dell: What would u do with me if I was?
Me: So many things. I’m in the mood to fuck.
Dell: Isn’t that every day for u?
Me: lol, no. It was nice going slow the first time, wasn’t it?
Dell: More than nice. I think about it all the time.
Me: Me too.
Dell: Are u hard?
Me: Yes, u in bed?
Dell: Yes.
Me: What r u wearing?
Dell: a tank top and panties.
Me: tell me more.
Dell: the tank top is purple and the panties are black and silky.
Me: I wish I could slide them down and taste u.
Dell: Me too…
Me: Take them off.
I waited, wrapping a hand around my hot, hard cock. The image of Dell’s dark red hair splayed on a white pillowcase while she fingered herself wearing only a purple tank top made me want to jerk one off fast. But I wanted to savor this, since it was as close as I could get to her right now.
Dell: Okay, I did.
Me: Good girl. Do u know how much I miss u?
Dell: Really?
Me: Really. Don’t show anyone else that gorgeous pussy.
Dell: You’re making me wet.
Me: Slide one finger in, and imagine it’s mine.
Dell: Feels really good. Are u touching yourself?
Me: Oh yeah. I’m stroking my cock right now.
Dell: Damn, I wish u were here.
Me: Me too, baby. Put another finger inside.
Dell: I loved the way u did this to me.
Me: Shit. Ur gonna make me come. Rub ur clit.
Dell: Luke … it feels so good.
Me: Come for me.
I was imagining her – back arched, legs apart, fingers circling her clit, and that was it. I shot a load, groaning loudly with satisfaction.
Me: U here?
Dell: Yes.
Me: Did u come?
Dell. Yes. U?
Me: Yeah. That was fucking awesome.
Dell: So it this where we say goodnight?
Me: I guess so. Can I call u sometime just to talk?
Dell: Always.
Chapter 8
Dell
Sadie was on a date, leaving Kyler and I alone for a night of hockey watching. I sat down with a bowl of popcorn, setting it on the couch’s center cushion so we could share.
“Is Grandpa’s team playing tonight?” he asked, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“No, not tonight. This should be a good game, though.”
“Isn’t Chicago Luke’s real team?”
“Yes.”
“Is he there?”
“Yeah, he should be.” I scanned the screen for the man I’d sexted the night before. “There he is – see the Hudson sweater?”
“Yeah!” Kyler folded his legs beneath him, grinning with excitement. “I hope his team wins, he’s really nice.”
“You think so?”
“He always says hi and talks to me. Some people ignore me just ’cause I’m a kid.”
“You may be a kid, but you’re still cooler than most adults I know.”
“Really?”
“For sure.”
“Puck drop!” he cried, eyes glued to the screen. “There’s Todd Treadwell, the guy who got in big trouble.”
“He got suspended for a bad hit.”
“Did Grandpa ever get suspended when he played hockey?”
“I don’t know. You should ask him.”
“Grandma said Grandpa doesn’t mean to yell when he’s talking to his team,” Kyler said, reaching for another handful of popcorn.
I was saved from responding when he jumped from the couch when a fight broke out on the ice.
“Go, Luke!” he cried.
I wrinkled my forehead and wondered if I should be encouraging this sort of thing by watching it with a bowl of popcorn and letting him cheer on fighting. But this was hockey. I’d grown up in it and turned out pretty normal. At least, I thought so.
***
Luke
I did a mental run-through of my day while I brushed my teeth. Practice, sign stuff for the front office, lift weights and nothing on tap for the evening.
I leaned down to spit in the sink, pausing like I’d gotten used to doing when I lived with V. No boxer shorts or socks soaking in my sink, of course. I rinsed out my mouth and stood to look at my reflection in the mirror. I was a rich, pretty decent looking 28-year-old guy. I had everything to be happy about, so why was I so fucking moody lately?
The thoughts of V led my mind where all thoughts of my time in Rockford did: Dell. I’d hoped the longer I was gone, the less I’d miss her, but it was the opposite. She was constantly on my mind.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d looked at me when I touched her. Even if it was just my thumb on her cheek, she was so damn responsive. Her breath had caught so many times in our night together, and not just when she was getting off. I was pretty sure she’d never been touched in some of the places I explored that night.