Three messages waited for me.
I miss kissing you. – C
I miss touching you – C
I miss fucking you. – C
My heart skipped as I read them. I could even picture his face as he typed them.
I miss you kissing me. – A
I miss you touching me. – A
I miss you making love to me, because that’s what it is for me. I love you. – A
I sat there chewing on my nails, waiting for him to respond. It was making me crazy.
After a few minutes, Rick knocked on the door. “You okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second. I think I just ate too much.”
I looked down at my little phone, trying to compel a message to come through. At the very last moment before covering it with tape, I saw one come through.
I’m done sharing you. You belong in my arms, not his. If I have to come get you myself, I will. You’re mine! – C
I got butterflies reading it. The past months had been horrible for me. I honestly believed that I would never be with him again. It killed me inside.
From the first time you touched me, I think I’ve been yours. I used to say you were shallow, but maybe you were the one who was right. – A
Yeah, I was just trying to get into your panties back
then. – C
I stopped wearing them. – A
Get the fuck out of here, for real? – C
I could feel myself getting hot just thinking about playing around with Conner. Rick was obviously waiting for me to come out of the bathroom, but all I could think about was how horny I was feeling.
You make my body tingle. I keep thinking about your lips touching me. – A
I’m picturing it too. Touch yourself, Amy. Tell me how it tastes. – C
I thought about what I should do. Coming from Conner, this request wasn’t that crazy. I think with the combination of the fact that I missed him so much and the fact that this was all I could get, I reached my hand down my pants and touched myself.
Can I call you? – C
I’m in the bathroom. He will hear me talking. – A
You don’t have to say anything. I want to talk you through what I know you’re doing. –C
Yes. –A
I bit down on my lip and accepted the call when it came in.
Don’t say anything, Amy. Just let me do the talkin’. I can hear you breathin’, so I know you’re there listenin’ to me. I’m thinking about that first night I had you in the hotel room. I climbed up on that bed and told you that my back hurt, but I really just wanted to be close to you. When you finally rolled over and touched me, I knew that one day I’d be able to have you. It was hard not takin’ you that first night, Blaze. I thought about the way you were going to taste on my tongue. Mmm, I’m thinkin’ about it right now. I crave your pussy. You taste like honey and heaven.
I kept rubbing myself, even faster when he talked about the way I tasted.
I can hear your breathing getting heavy. Use two fingers and rub them in a circle around that little clit of yours. I bet it feels good. Close your eyes and pretend it’s my tongue. Rub yourself the way my tongue licks you.
I rubbed harder and was so darn turned on that I dropped the phone on the rug and threw my head back as I tried my hardest not to scream out with pleasure.
“Shit,” I whispered I picked up the phone.
Conner was laughing.
Yeah, you miss me. Call me tomorrow, Blaze.
I realized I was sitting the bathroom panting and got up and hid my phone quickly. As I opened the door, Rick was approaching it. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been in there for thirty minutes.”
I shook my head and grabbed my stomach. “I feel like I have to go to the bathroom and I can’t. My stomach is killing me.”
His grin changed and he walked with me to the bedroom and grabbed me a nightshirt. “Go take a nice bath. Maybe the warm water will help.”
I didn’t really know who this man was, but I was starting to really wonder how he could change and be the caring person he had become. Was it really because I’d fallen for someone else?
I climbed in the tub and thought about hearing Conner’s voice. I should have been thinking about Rick and what he was up to, but Conner flooded my mind and I wouldn’t let him leave.
Chapter 33
Conner
This was the first time in my whole life where I didn’t want to be in Kentucky with my family for Thanksgiving. I should have waited to call Amy, knowing damn well it was just going to make me want to see her more than I already was.
By the time I got home, I wasn’t sure just exactly how to approach seeing her in person after having been away for so long. I didn’t know about her, but I knew just looking at her was going to make me rock hard, which could stir up a fuss if we were in someplace with other people.