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Chapter forty

Soccer Games and Dirty Texts

Michelle

I t’s now been two weeks since Dane and I have gotten any real time together. Not only have we been busy with work and soccer, but Eve has been attached to me almost constantly. She says the thing with her dad doesn’t bother her, but her stuck to me says otherwise.

It’s been nice spending a ton of time together, but I do miss Dane.

And if I’m being real, I miss the sex. I got a taste, and now, I want it all the time.

All. The. Time.

It doesn’t help that I’m sitting at another soccer game, staring at him while he coaches. I can’t stop all the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

Although we haven’t been able to get together on a personal level, we’ve seen quite a bit of each other. Between soccer games and other school functions, we keep running into each other. We try to act as normal as possible, and so far, it seems to be working. Eve doesn’t seem to have any idea.

Thank goodness.

She’s gone through so much with her dad lately. I don’t want to add to the reasons why her parents have disappointed her.

I’ll just do it in secret.

I’m not sure that’s much better, but it’s how I’m choosing to handle things at the moment.

During half-time of the game, I pull out my phone to send Dane a message.

We’ve been texting almost constantly–most of the time, it’s dirty. I’m not sure if it’s helping or just making us hornier, but it’s fun either way.

My fingers type out a message.

You look sexy as hell out there. I wish we were alone.

It takes a few minutes before he’s able to look at it.

Oh, yeah? What would you want to do if we were alone right now?

I think for a moment, trying to figure out what I should say to drive him crazy. Up until a few weeks ago, I'd never sent a dirty text. I never had a reason to. With Dane, though, it’s fun. It helps that I feel so comfortable around him.

I finally figure out what to say.

I would want to take a ride on your beard.

Man, who am I?

I’m not sure, but I’m going to keep riding this wave.

You’re my favorite thing to eat, baby. I’d lick that pussy all night.

Just reading the words has me feeling all flustered. I know I’ll be thinking about him doing that for the rest of the evening.

He texts again.

What else would you want to do?

My fingers hover over the screen as I think.

I would want you to fuck me–hard and fast–while I scream your name.

I know there are women who just tell a man what he wants to hear or something that will stroke his ego. But with Dane, I mean every word. I’ve had the real thing, and I know he’s not full of empty promises. Sex with him lives up to the hype.

A few minutes later, he texts back.

Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Are you trying to get me hard?

Just trying to get you as turned on as I am.

Well, it’s working. I’m glad this game is about over.

You and me both.

I hope I get to make good on these promises soon. I miss you.

I can’t help but smile because I miss him too. I miss him more than I thought I would.

As I’m lost in my own thoughts, I get another text, but this time, it’s from Ronnie.

I click on it to see what it says.

Hey, sister! What are you up to?

Just finishing up at Eve’s soccer game.

After I send it, I go back to texting Dane.

I miss you too. Hopefully, I can get away for a little time soon, so we can have some alone time. I need you to make me come.

It’s not until I get a reply back that I realize I accidentally sent that to the wrong person.

I just saw you a few days ago, but you didn’t have any requests like that.

Only Ronnie would be unfazed enough to make a joke after that message.

Sorry. Wrong person.

Well, I would hope so. How about I come pick up Eve and take her to dinner?

You don’t have to do that.

I know. But after all the shit that’s gone down lately, I think you deserve a couple kid-free hours to get your jollies off. Give me an hour, and I’ll pick her up from your place.

Another text comes through before I can reply.

Don’t even try to argue with me. It’s a done deal. Tell your vagina that I said she is welcome.

Maybe I should feel bad about having my sister take Eve for a bit, but all I feel right now is excitement.

I’m going to get laid tonight.