Sexy Fugitive: I’m capable of protecting myself, James.
Me: Never said you couldn’t, but I’d rather be your shield and take the brunt of anything thrown your way.
A few minutes passed and I waited, sipping on a beer as I let ESPN play in the background. Seventy-two hours ago, I’d walked out of her house and waited for her to make the first move. It hadn’t come, but I’d been man enough to suck it up and take the first step.
Sexy Fugitive: You’re cocky.
Me: Wait a second here. Are we listing your traits or mine?
She had cocky down pat. The girl had the shit in spades.
Sexy Fugitive: Don’t be an ass. We’re talking about you.
Me: Confused me there for a second. I am who I am just like you are who you are… Smug, bossy, and beautiful.
Sexy Fugitive: Flattery will get you nowhere.
Me: I know. You like the challenge as much as I do.
Sexy Fugitive: Bullshit. You’re infuriating.
Me: And it makes you wet.
Sexy Fugitive: You can’t be serious.
Me: I’d never joke when talking about that sweet-ass pussy of yours, Izzy.
I had a hard-on just thinking about her. It took everything in me not to hop on my bike and have this conversation face to face.
Me: Touch yourself. I’m sure you’re wet right now.
Her reply was swift and made me laugh. She didn’t like the thought of me being right.
Sexy Fugitive: Fuck off, James.
Me: If you were here, I’d have you on all fours, begging for more.
Sexy Fugitive: Maybe I’d want to be on my back and looking in your eyes.
Me: Lying through your teeth, doll. You’d be slamming yourself against my cock, taking all I had to give.
Sexy Fugitive: STOP.
My dick throbbed, aching for release. My balls had to be blue with the way they felt. Bastards may burst at any moment. I needed inside Izzy and I didn’t want to wait. I knew that if I jerked off, it wouldn’t fucking help. My hand didn’t compare to her milking the life out of my dick.
Me: Panties soaked?
Sexy Fugitive: I didn’t wear any today.
She didn’t understand how her trying to shut me the hell up was a total cocktease. I loved it. I could go out and find some nameless woman who would lay herself out and offer her pussy to me to relieve the ache deep in my balls. I didn’t want that. I only wanted her. After having a few tastes, I was hooked. No one else would ever compare.
Me: STOP.
Sexy Fugitive: I’m almost dripping thinking of you jamming your hard, long cock inside me.
She was the devil.
Me: STOP.
Sexy Fugitive: My fingers don’t feel as good as your dick driving into me.
I closed my eyes, rubbing my hard-on through my jeans as I thought about her fingering herself. I refused to let myself come until I was buried deep inside her.
Me: You’re wicked.
Sexy Fugitive: Spank me.
I thought that she needed a visual. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. Gripping it from the base in one hand, I snapped a picture and sent it to her. Let her choke on that.
I gave my cock a quick squeeze, trying to stop the ache before I shoved it back in my jeans. Tonight, I’d need an ice bath to quell my hard-on.
Sexy Fugitive: You don’t play fair.
Me: When it comes to you…no fuckin’ way.
Sexy Fugitive: I have a client. Gotta go.
Me: Think of me when you touch yourself tonight.
Sexy Fugitive: Arrogant asshole.
I left it at that. I had her.
Chapter 15 - Mother Knows Best
“What’s troubling you, Isabella?” Ma asked as she sat down next to me at her kitchen table.
James and I had been texting for the last twenty-four hours—a constant volley of messages to drive each other insane. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. The world seemed to be conspiring against me when it came to James. Was I the only one who thought we were a terrible idea?
“James,” I whispered without looking at her as I rubbed the smooth wooden table with my fingertips.
Placing her hand over mine, she stopped my nervous motion. “Izzy, look at me.”
I met her soft, kind eyes. My mother was and would always be my best friend. I looked up to her and how she lived her life. From the outside, people would assume that she didn’t run the show, but make no bones about it—she was the boss of this family.
“What are you so scared of?” she asked, stroking the back of my hand with her thumb.
“He’s just so…“
“Perfect for you?” she asked, smiling wide.
“Ma, are you crazy?” I asked, flabbergasted by her question.
“I know when a man is smitten. I’ve seen you with other men, Izzy. No one got the reaction out of you that James did.”
“Isn’t that a bad thing, Ma?”
“Oh, honey, no. Your father still gets a rise out of me. It’s what keeps us going after all these years of marriage. Without the fire between us, we would’ve ended long ago.”