Page 92 of Loving Wild

“You’re no fun.”

“In fact,” I ignore his last comment and continue with my suggestion. “I think maybe, we should abstain for a little while.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I can’t think straight when I’m around you, Gabe. All your sexiness does things to my brain, then we fuck and that’s it, nothing gets discussed, nothing gets resolved, we just live in our sloppy little bubble of lust.”

“Sounds like the perfect living arrangement to me, and, babe, just so we’re clear, there will be no abstaining. We’ll have a week’s worth of fucking to catch up on by Sunday, and we won’t be coming up for air, let alone a fucking conversation till that’s done.”

Despite the internal muscles that squeeze at the thought of catching up on a week’s worth of fucking, I shake my head.

“Then maybe it’s best I stay here until we’ve resolved things.”

“What’s there to fucking resolve? I’m a dick who needs to learn to use his words, not run away from situations he can’t control, and to get a grip of his temper.”

“This whole mess isn’t just about you,” I hiss down the phone. Pissed off that he’s only seeinghisproblems and notourproblems.

I hear him let out a long breath, then the distinct sound of his nails against his whiskers and I inwardly groan and give a little shudder.

“Fine, we’ll talk first. But I’m gonna need at least a nipple flash, just one, to get me through.”

I throw my head back and face the ceiling smiling.

“What am I gonna do with you?” I sigh out.

“You can sit on my face to start . . .”

There’s a long pause in which something shifts between us. We’re not even in the same room, but it crackles down the line, reaching out and touching us both.

“What you wearing?” he whispers.

“Shorts and a vest.”

“Slide your hand inside your shorts.”

“Gabe . . .”

“Do it,” he orders. “Find your clit and rub it the way I do, the way you like it.”

Jo’s bedroom is at the other end of the house, but my eyes slide to the door and make sure it’s closed anyway. Sliding down lower in the bed, I do as he asks.

I put my phone on speaker, and can hear him shifting again, more rustling of sheets before a rhythmic sound fills the air.

“I’m stroking my cock, imagining it brushing up and down your slit. Making you wet.”

My breaths become heavier as my legs fall open.

“Take your shorts off but leave them around one ankle, I love it when you do that at home. It makes me think you want me so fucking badly, you can’t even wait till you’re fully naked.”

“I can’t,” I whisper. “That’s why it’s better if . . .”

“Shhhh,” he cuts me off. “You touching yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Good girl.”

Using my fingers is fine, but I’m definitely going vibrator shopping in the morning. I left all of my toys behind when we packed up my stuff at Jay’s. It wouldn’t have been right to bring toys I’d used with him to Gabe’s, so it’s time for a restock.