Perfectly Imperfect(55)

I pull my hair back from my face and secure it with the hair tie I had on my wrist. Pulling back the covers and climbing in, I let out a deep sigh when the bed’s warm hug once again envelops me.

I had just closed my eyes when I feel my phone vibrate somewhere around my feet. Crap. I forgot about that thing.

Lifting myself away from the warm hug, I fumble around like a blind woman before finally closing my hands around the phone. Why did I want this thing again? I shrug and reach down the side of the bed to connect the charger before lying back down.

“Hello, warm hug bed,” I mumble into the darkness.

I was almost asleep when I hear my phone hum again.

“Ugh.”

I roll over, fumble with the phone, and almost drop it. When I pick it up, I have to try a ridiculous number of times to unlock it before I finally get the sucker to work. Bringing up my text screen, I click on Kirby’s name.

But when I read her message, I feel nothing but confusion. What the heck is she going on about? Why would I want to kiss her?

Oh. My. God.

“No, no, no,” I slur and close out of her screen before looking at the only other bold message.

The one from Kane.

The one responding to what I sent him thinking I was responding to Kirby.

I drop my head without opening his message, but it doesn’t take long for curiosity to get the best of me. Worrying my lip between my teeth, I press my finger against his message and gasp when it opens.

Kane: Fuck, Willow. You can’t say shit like that to me and not have my ‘big, huge dick’ begging you to take a taste. Goddamn.

Holy crap! How am I supposed to respond to that? Do I tell him it was a mistake? That I’m well beyond drunk?

No.

He liked it. He wasn’t mad. Maybe a little shocked, but he liked it. I read back his response and throw caution to the wind. I respond quickly before I can let reason win over my drunken mind.

Willow: I bet you taste delicious. Can I taste you?

I add a little eggplant emoji and the big tongue one before clicking send. Good job, Willow! I bet he’ll like that. I smile, letting the rush mix with the alcohol and wait for him to respond. This is fun.

I see the little bubbles that indicate he’s typing and wait. The anticipation spiking my newfound courage even higher. I hold my thumbs hovering just above the keypad and get ready for his response so I can be ready to type back.

Kane: Fucking hell. You have no idea how hard I am right now. This is Willow, right?

Willow: Yup.

Kane: Goddamn.

Willow: You didn’t tell me I could taste you. I really want to taste you.

Kane: Willow …

Willow: Kane …

Kane: I can’t decide if it’s a good thing I can’t get to you or not.

I frown. What does that mean? I might not have a lot of recent practice at tasting a dick, but how hard could it be. It’s probably like riding a bike. I should probably let him know that. Then he won’t be wondering if I would be any good. He said he was hard, so he must have liked what I asked. Right?

Willow: If you were here, I could taste you. I bet you would like it. It’s like riding a bike. I could ride a bike for a long, long time.

I smile and turn to my side, pulling the covers over my shoulder.

Kane: I’m two seconds from driving over there. What would I find, Willow?

I read his message back a few times. What would he find? Well, uh … duh, me. Oh!

Willow: I’m in bed. Are you in bed? I want to see your bed.

Kane: You’re in my bed.

Willow: Uh, no, I’m not. I think I would know if I was in your bed.

Kane: Fuck, you’re adorable.

Willow: You’re really, really hot. Do you have your shoes on?

I wonder if he’s wearing panties too. Just panties. No. Kane wouldn’t wear panties. Boxers. No, boxer briefs. Wait. Maybe he doesn’t wear anything at all. That would explain why I felt him so well when he dropped me off. It was almost like I could picture exactly what he looked like just by feeling his erection against my body.

Willow: Do you wear panties?

The dots start. Stop. And start again. He doesn’t respond for a solid minute, making me wonder if he went to bed. It’s not late, but maybe he’s sleepy. I’m so sleepy.

Kane: No, baby, I don’t wear panties. LOL. Do you?

Willow: Right now that’s all I’m wearing.

Kane: Fuck.

Willow: That would be nice. I really want to taste you, but that would be nice too. I mean, I’m not sure I’m ready for THAT, but I really, really think it would be really nice.

Kane: Nice isn’t the word I would use. You might not be ready for that, but Willow, I really, really want to sink my cock inside you.

Willow: Oh, boy.

Kane: Go to sleep, sweetness. I’m going to take care of the ‘big, huge’ issue I have pressing against my stomach now. Tomorrow, after we’re done filming, you’re mine, and this ‘big, huge’ cock will be waiting.